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N. E. Henderson

Do you ever really get over your school crush when he never once glanced your way? 

I was the only daughter of the Italian American Mafia Boss on the east coast. After my mother was murdered, he made sure the world forgot he had a daughter. I had to pretend to be the girl I’ve never been: meek. There is not one submissive bone in my body, but I had to look and act the part.

Matteo De Salvo is the only person that has ever made me nervous. My skin itched around him and my throat closed up. I watched him from a distance, the defiant part of me hoping he’d catch me.

He did.

But to him I was a creep. To the girl he knocked up our senior year of high school, I was a nuisance who threatened her claim on him. Spoiler alert: she didn’t get him either.

Six years later, Matteo is a single dad and boxing champion. And me? I’m a full-fledged member of the family. I no longer hide, despite my father wishing I did. I run multi-million dollar businesses. I couldn’t care less about what Matteo is up to these days. I’m over him.

So, when I walked into a dive bar to save my friend’s life, why did I save Matteo’s instead?

Sebastian York

Aiden Snow

Desireé Ketchum

N. E. Henderson Books

The New American Mafia

Bad Princess

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅?

I didn’t get to say goodbye to my mother. When I watched her coffin lower into the ground, I swore I’d never love another that deeply again. 

I didn’t have to. I found solace in the opposite.

Krishna is hard like me. I keep him at arm’s length no matter how much I prefer him in my bed. Together, we can be whatever we want. The monsters we keep at bay to avoid someone getting hurt can come out to play with each other. My life was stable, controllable. Then my father issued an order I wasn’t expecting—a bride. 

Ciera is soft, but her eyes are constantly challenging my authority. She has a backbone that only shows when her smart mouth is telling me off. I’ve never wanted a woman aside from the physical release they provide, but the moment my dark gaze fell on her emerald stare, I wanted to wrap my hand around her pretty little throat and claim her as mine. 

I can’t let her be my downfall. I can’t allow them to be my undoing. I won’t make my father’s past mistakes. I won’t lose those I vowed to protect.

Alyssa Avery

Dane Anderson

Deviant Knight: The New American Mafia, Book 3