Catarina I don’t do one-night stands.
But when Dane Ryder strolls into my art museum on New Year’s Eve, leaving his jacket with a note to meet him at 8 p.m., I fall into bed with him after a few drinks. He’s gorgeous. Irresistibly hot.
The kind of man with a face chiseled by God or the devil himself.
A much-needed distraction from watching my father, the Ricci crime boss, slowly die while my increasingly distant little brother seems hell-bent on forming an alliance with the Russian Bratva.
Until I learn “Dane Ryder” is really Connor Gallagher. And he’s using me to join forces with the Irish Kings.
