Böcker av Gabrielle Sands

Gentlemen don't look at engaged women the way Ras Sorrentino looks at me.Ras Sorrentino is the underboss of the most powerful clan in the Camorra. He's also chaos and danger poured into a sleek Italian suit.The first time I met him, I thought he was there to kill me. The second time, I wanted to kill him.The third was in Ibiza, where I glared at him across the church as my sister married his boss.It's not his sharp tongue or his taunting smirks that I hate the most. It's his gaze.How it narrows when I flinch. How it hardens when he notices the bruises on my face. How he stares at my engagement ring like he wants to melt it off my finger.I know it's a bad idea to let him push my buttons. After all, the fate of my family rests on my upcoming marriage and my fiancé is only interested in me because of my pristine reputation.A reputation Ras seems to have no qualms with stomping all over.It's a good thing him and I live on the opposite sides of the world.Until he tells me, he's coming back to New York with me.And he's staying.

The most brutal don in the city has a weakness: me.I never wanted the life my parents tried to force on me, so I vowed I'd never marry a mobster.Yet here I am, walking down the aisle toward mobster of the century, all to save my sister.Rafaele Messero. Cold, ruthless, and irritatingly handsome.Not that I've noticed.After all, this marriage is the end of all my hopes and dreams.And for him, it's nothing more than a calculated business move.At least that's what I think, until he snaps at the priest to hurry up so that he can kiss me.He's known as the ice prince, but when his lips crash down on mine, all I feel is searing heat.That's when I know I'm in serious trouble.My plan was to keep my distance from Rafaele, but he's not interested in that.He's interested in me.Now that I know what he craves, I vow to never give it to him.I will never submit to my husband, no matter how relentlessly he tries to conquer me.

She's eighteen. Innocent. Forbidden.Martina De Rossi is off-limits, and not just because her brother is about to become the Don.When I agree to protect her while he's out waging a brutal war, it isn't only out of loyalty.It's because Martina is the perfect pawn in my game of revenge.Unfortunately, she's also temptation personified.Innocent eyes. A body to die for. Silky blond hair that begs to be wrapped around my fist.I'm a master of staying in control, but with each day she spends with me inside the walls of my remote Italian castle, I can feel my resolve cracking.My gaze starts to drift.My touch starts to linger.And when she tempts, I realize this game we're playing might be one I won't win.