Blood We Steal

He dangled me over the dead and made me beg.

Men who run the Albanian mob don’t look twice at the plain, plus-size accountant who cooks their books. That’s exactly how I got close enough to bury one.

Now Rubin Marku is serving life, and it’s my fault. Eighteen months later, he has me dragged to his jail to ask me one question: How much did they pay you to betray me?

Lucky for me, the dead start walking before I can answer. Now the man who swore to kill me is the only thing keeping me alive. His words promise death. His eyes caress me with hate.

His hands torment me with pleasure. But he’ll never, ever kiss me.

Blood We Steal is the first book in a dark apocalyptic mafia trilogy.

If extremely obsessive mob bosses, plus-size accountants, forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers, and deliciously dark BWWM romance at the end of the world sound good, you’re in the right place.