What a difference a day can make. Mia Caruso grew up under the roof of a tyrant. Her father was an enforcer for the DeLuca crime family who ruled his home with the same brutality that his job required, her mother was the silent trophy he'd always wanted and Mia was only ever in the way. She'd endured the abuse for years, her only solace was the hope that one day she would be free from his iron fists. Just shy of her eighteenth birthday and four months away from a fresh start at college, he showed up and turned her world upside down. Carlo DeLuca was at the top of his game, master of his own universe, he ran the most successful organized crime syndicate on the west coast. He'd worked his ass off to build his empire after his father had nearly bled it dry, and he wouldn't allow anything to threaten that. Carlo ruled with a cold indifference that terrified even the most brutal of men, and today was no exception, he had a rat to dispose of. But when he looked into a of pair amber eyes and saw a fire that rivaled his own, he knew nothing would be the same again.**

Some ghosts from the past just won’t stay dead. They say time heals all wounds, but what about the ones repeatedly ripped open and left to fester? Frankie’s just trying to forget her past and find a way to move on without letting old demons drag her down. Enzo is determined to save her while desperately holding on to the tattered threads of what they once had. His impulse to always protect her and her fierce desire to never depend on him again put them at odds when Frankie becomes the object of obsession for a psychopath and they’re forced together once again. With nowhere to hide they must finally face their past and unearth secrets long since buried. Will they be able to move on from their shared ghosts together or will outside threats force them to go their separate ways?**

I've only ever loved one man in my life. I gave him my heart when we were just sixteen, and I never got it back. We were so in love, but it wasn't enough. Duty to his family drove a wedge between us. We tried to hold on—secret meetings, hooded glances, and stolen kisses. Proclamations of love whispered into the night. We tried to let our love get us through, but as much as we longed for a life away from everything that stood in our way, we knew it was hopeless. He was the heir to the DeLuca family throne, and I was just the housekeeper’s daughter. Our lives were never meant to intertwine in a tangle of love, passion, and promise. It was his duty to bring the two most powerful families in Sicily together. A deal struck by two fathers with no regard for the wishes of their children. It was a different time, a different place, one where compliance was the only option—anything else was a death sentence. I fell in love with the boy, vowed my heart and soul to the man, and was forced to watch as he became a monster.**