What’s worse than sleeping with a stranger?
Finding out he’s a ghost.
Then learning you’re pregnant with his baby.
I was just chasing a mafia story.
One reckless lead, one dark alley, one heartbeat from death
Until his fists saved me.
Blood-spattered knuckles.
Steel in his eyes.
Ask about the Keans again, he growled, and I wont be there next time.
Flynn Tine was supposed to be one dangerous night.
A forbidden rush wrapped in muscle, shadows, and secrets.
Except Flynn doesnt exist.
His real name? Flint Ifrinn.
The rightful heir to a criminal empire the Keans burned to ashes.
The vengeful phantom I should have fled from
Not let claim my body and mark my soul.
Now Im pregnant with the heir to a dead dynasty.
Ronan Kean has me captive.
And Flint is ready to paint Boston red to reclaim whats his.
My story.
His revenge.
Our child.
Let the bloodbath begin.
