In the snow-swept shadows of New York, the mafia heir commands his family empire with cold precision, but the empty nursery at his estate leaves his legacy unfinished and his nights longer than he cares to admit.
She arrives as a consultant from the rival family's business interests, sharp-tongued and watchful, her presence turning every negotiation into something that happens across a table while their feet brush underneath. Their first kiss tastes like bourbon in a parked car outside a holiday gala, and later in a warehouse office with the heat broken, he discovers she wears nothing beneath her stockings. She learns he keeps his shoulder holster on.
He needs an heir. She needs protection her own family stopped providing. The arrangement writes itself in bedsheets and whispered terms, each encounter staked a little higher than the last until she is trembling against his desk, until he is pressing her against the penthouse window with the city spread beneath them and his hand over her mouth so she does not wake the household staff.
What begins as calculation curdles into something neither will name. She is late. He cannot breathe. The families are meeting for Christmas dinner and everyone will be armed.
A full-length Mafia Forbidden Breeding erotic romance.
