Marriage of Revenge (Mafia Vows of Blood and Love #1)

Tonight, Im going to be her hero. Even if tomorrow I have to be her Beast.

When my father decides to auction off my hand in some twisted Mafia version of The Bachelorette, I want to believe my once-upon-a-time crush might swoop in to save me. You know, the guy I shared a house with for a few years? The one they now call the Beast? Yeah, him. Spoiler alert: hes not here to play Prince Charming. Hes out for revenge.

At twenty-one, I should be nailing fouettés on stage, not being paraded around like a prized show pony. Funny how life works out, huh? One minute youre a promising ballerina, the next youre battling cancer and family betrayals. Now? Im just a chess piece in my fathers ruthless game, stuck between power-hungry men who see me as their ticket to the top.

Enter Antonio, my former step-never-brother and leading man in my teenage fantasies. The boy I crushed on has morphed into this scarred, intimidating beast of a man. Seeing him again? Its like a sucker punch to the gut – fear, anger, and this annoyingly persistent spark of desire I cant seem to squash.

His touch? Lets just say it sets off a fireworks show inside me that puts the 4th of July to shame. Its raw, its consuming, and it leaves me gasping for air and maybe for more. Okay, definitely for more. Damn it.

As D-day (or should I say A-day for auction) approaches, Im thrown headfirst into this cesspool of power plays, lies, and alliances shadier than a forest at midnight. My heart does this stupid little pirouette every time Antonios near, and suddenly, I cant tell where love ends and hate begins.

Can I trust the guy who used to play piano for me or will his vendetta drag us both down? In this funhouse mirror world where loyaltys as rare as a unicorn and passions just another weapon, Ive got to find a way to dance to my own tune.

Time to see if all those years of ballet have prepared me for the performance of my life.