Mafia King: A Mafia Royals Novella, an all new must read standalone novella from New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken and 1,001 Dark Nights, is available now!
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her Mafia Royals series…
One of the first rules they give you when you’re undercover—never fall for the enemy.
I didn’t just fall for the enemy.
I became what I was supposed to hate.
What’s worse: I fell in love with one.
I live a double life, and both sides know it’s only a matter of time before I’m forced to choose.
Rebirth through mafia blood.
Or death at the hands of the very government I swore to protect.
I have one more job before my time’s up.
I just wish it was anything but babysitting a mafia princess who’s half my size but knows how to pack such a brutal punch I worry about my ability to have children.
Tin’s small but terrifying.
And I’m her new bodyguard while we all go on a much-needed vacation.
I just have to stick to the plan.
And remember rule number one.
And stop kissing her.
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Review by Twinsie Melinda
I received a copy of this book from the author for an honest review.
I love this Mafia family. Karini stole my heart from jump. Really, she was sassy and boy does she keep Tank on his toes. Tank I was iffy about at first but man did he shine after he decided to make it known where he stood.
Tank and FBI informant placed in the fold of a Mafia family. With orders to take out the Mafia Princess. One problem Tank was so deep he really got to see how this family operated Blood & Loyalty. He was. Put in charge of protecting Kartini by her father yep, the same girl he was supposed to take out.
Kartini is a mafia warrior she likes being protected but push comes to shove she can hold her own and shows she is a mafia princess. She still likes to get into mischief and a certain bodyguard a bit of trouble and sass.
I loved Tank and Kartini. They had that connection from the start but Tank had. A job to do and Kartini was having fun keeping him on his toes. I have to say I really enjoyed all the characters in this book. I think I need to go back and read the beginning of this series.
A few of my favorites:
“One day, you’ll have to decide if you’re willing to burn the world for one person or if your job means so much to you – your past – that you’re willing to fuck up your future. That’s your crown. That’s your baggage. That’s your cross to bear.”
“I love you, Tiny. I will always love you more than my life, more than my next breath – blood staining your hands or not. You’re mine.”
The door slammed.
“Honey, I’m home…” I said to myself with a grin.
I had a bottle of wine out on the living room table, my shoes on the glass as I leaned back and took a swig from my goblet—because why not get fancy at two in the afternoon?
“It’s ten a.m,” came Tank’s annoyed voice.
Or ten in the morning…whoops.
“I don’t own a watch.” I shrugged.
“What’s that on your left wrist, then?”
“Oh, that?” I shrugged. “It’s an Apple watch used strictly for heart rate and exercise purposes.”
“Exercise to you is opening your mouth and closing it, Tiny.” He made it farther into the room, and I tried…I really did. I tried not to check him out.
Not to stare at his golden skin.
His bulging biceps beneath his plain black t-shirt.
The new ink poking out from the V of that same shirt.
Would he get the Abandonato crest like the rest of the Family?
He would look so hot with it across his chest.
I shifted my eyes away too slowly, and he caught them with his green-eyed gaze before he licked his full lips like he saw something else he wanted to lick.
He always looked at me that way—with both annoyance and need.
And I never knew how to take it.
On one hand, I wanted to believe the need trumped any annoyance he felt for me, but I knew how he saw me.
As a spoiled brat with a silver spoon stuck up her ass.
And even worse now that I was older.
Now that I was…different.
“You added more blue.” He jutted his chin toward me and sat down on the chair across from the sofa I was lying on.
“Yup.” I examined my black nail polish. “I felt like it wasn’t making a strong enough statement.”
He snorted out a laugh. “And what sort of statement were you going for? Gothic chic?”
“What?” I glared at him. “You don’t like it.”
“It’s not you.”
Disappointment threatened to choke me, and shame crawled up my neck by way of a harsh red flush. “You don’t know me.”
“I did.” He locked eyes with me. “Or I thought I did.”
About Rachel Van Dyken
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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