The Gruco Crime Family Mafia Romance Bundle

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Six sinful and thrilling mafia romances set in the Las Vegas underworld. All yours to binge read!

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Excerpt from His Promise

 

Footsteps, muted by thick carpet, approach the master suite’s bathroom. 

I jolt upright, adjust my skirt, and search for a lie—any lie—to explain why I’m in here instead of serving drinks downstairs.

I got sick. 

This was the only bathroom I could find. 

I’m an idiot. 

Okay, that last one might not be a lie. I bite my lip and wait. 

Black shoes enter my vision first, and I follow a trail of black up until I lock on to seafoam green eyes. Instantly, I’m trapped. I let go of my lip and stand there, entranced like a fucking deer in the headlights, and it takes a deep baritone voice breaking through my concentration before I blink and focus on the man’s face. 

“What?” I ask. 

His cold eyes narrow, and he takes a step into the doorway. The sharp line of his jaw is even more pronounced with him closer, and the dark hair slicked back over his forehead makes him appear more deadly than handsome. 

“I said, you’re an hour early.” 

I stare at him for a moment, stunned. There’s a chill in his voice that lags everything he’s saying, and by the time I figure out he thinks I’m someone else, one side of his lips lifts into a crooked grin, and he takes another step toward me. 

I grip the marble countertop and hold my breath as he closes the distance. His gaze rakes over me, pausing for a moment on the top buttons of my blouse. My throat dries up, and I search for a way to explain the blood, but he lifts his hand to my collar and I’m struck motionless as his knuckles graze my skin. 

Heat flares over the patch he touches, and I suck in a breath. It’s been ages since a man has touched me like this. The last person who—

No, I’m not going there. 

His touch leaves my skin, and he lifts a lock of my hair, studying it like it’s some sort of mystery. 

“I could’ve sworn I asked for a blonde.” 

“I um…” My face heats, and I try to take a step back but almost fall when my heel catches on the tile. He grips my shoulders to steady me, and when my gaze meets his again, his smile is wider. 

“It’s okay. This is better.” 

“I don’t think that I’m—” 

“Come on.” He nods over his shoulder then takes my hand to lead me back into the bedroom. I stumble behind him, but my clumsy feet have nothing on my brain right now. 

He thinks I’m a prostitute. One he ordered, apparently. 

He. I’m not even sure who he is.

I stare at his back, and my eyebrows knit. He looks like he’s in his mid-thirties, about my age. Is that old enough to be a councilman? Devin was, is, young for his success, but he’s still ten years older than I am. 

“Are you Mr. Gruco?” I ask because I can’t fend off my curiosity. My embarrassment melts as my curiosity grows, and I forget that I’m a prostitute in his mind. I forget I’m not supposed to be up here. 

He picks up a glass on a drink cart at the edge of his bed and turns his head to scold me. “Part of the agreed terms are that you’re to refer to me as Sir. You’re not to say my name.” 

“Right,” I say, shaking my head as if I forgot. Then I remember I couldn’t have forgotten, and I take a breath to tell him this is a misunderstanding, and that I’m not the person meeting him tonight. “Listen, this is really awkward, but—” 

“Don’t tell me this is your first time.” He sets the glass down and sighs. He seems disappointed, and the engrained response to avoid disappointment swoops in like a shadow I can’t get rid of. 

He’s that type of man. The kind that can make you feel as if you’ve done something wrong with the narrowing of his eyes. A slight frown. He’s the kind you don’t want to disappoint, and you can’t help it.

I was a sucker for that type of man when I was eighteen years old and met my husband while I was waiting on his table. I was a sucker for that type when I married him, and I was a sucker when I let it all unravel into the hell it became. 

I hate that type of man. 

“Not even close,” I mutter, without thinking through what I’m saying. I may not have been a prostitute technically, but he’s not the first man like this I’ve dealt with. It’s not my first time. 

My ears burn with both anger at myself and embarrassment, and I open my mouth to try yet again to explain the misunderstanding, but I pause and watch as he takes out his wallet. 

“Great. A thousand, right?” 

Air sticks in my throat, and my lungs begin to burn. 

A thousand. 

A thousand dollars. 

“Yes?” he asks again when I don’t answer. He has the bills out now. Ten crisp Benjamins dangle in his grasp carelessly. It’s nothing to him. It’s paper. 

But it’s everything to me. 

My eyes don’t move away from the money in his hand, the week’s worth of bartending at a shitty nightclub for men more perverted than him. The rent payment that would put me ahead for the first time since leaving Devin. That would put us ahead. 

My son’s image flutters into my mind, and the words are out of my mouth before I can think about what this will make me. Officially. 

“For the hour.” 

He gives a curt nod and places the stack of bills on the cart like this is no big deal. Like I’m not about to sign away my dignity for the gold he thinks is crumbs. 

It’s just sex. 

One night. 

One hour. 

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What the hell am I doing?

★★★★★ “I've read a LOT of mafia romance books in the last year and a half, and I can safely say I think this one stands on its own. It felt refreshing to read about an older couple AND a single mother.” - Review of His Promise

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Featuring six couples with reappearing cameos, this bundle brings all the thrill with themes like: 

🔒 Captivity 
🔥 Enemies-to-lovers 
🚫 Non-con 
🩸 Revenge 
🐾 Pet play 
🎭 Fake relationship 
🩶 Sadomasochism 
🧠 UNHINGED main characters 
⏳ Age gap 

 

★★★★★ “This book was a complete mind screw. I have never gone from sick negative feelings towards a hero in a book to loving him like I did with Lorenzo. The story-telling was so beautifully done that even when I hated so much of how Lorenzo treated Amelia in the beginning and wholeheartedly believed his character could not be redeemed in my head, I couldn’t put this book down.” - Review of His Pet

 

BOOKS INCLUDED IN THE BUNDLE:

1. His Promise – 🔥🎭
2. His Pet – 🔒🔥🩸🐾🧠⏳
3. His Prize – ⏳
4. His Puppet – 🔒⏳
5. His Property – 🔒🚫🩶
6. His Passerotta – 🔒