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Fiona Murphy

His: Dominic (paperback)

His: Dominic (paperback)

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Any minute I’m going to wake up from this nightmare. Being tied up and thrown in the trunk of a car doesn’t happen in real life. Except the silk tie around my wrists feels very real. And my father, Johnny Conti, the head of the Outfit, is telling me to be a good girl—that I’m to be the wife of the man who tied me up and has me over his wide shoulder.

Some women might swoon over gorgeous Dominic Sabatini with his blue eyes, dimples, and muscled body in a silk suit. Not me. Those are just distractions from who, what he really is: a ruthless killer with blood on his hands and ice in his veins.

There is no way Dominic could actually want to marry me. A virgin, curvy, buried in an all-girls Catholic boarding school for most of my life and seventeen years younger than him. He’s marrying so far beneath him it’s absurd.

No to all of it. Tomorrow I’m going to marry the man of my dreams, a nice, kind accountant. I’m going to have the safe, boring life I’ve always longed for. I have to escape this nightmare. But Dominic growls I belong to him and he keeps what is his.

This a mafia romance with dark elements. While this is the first book in a series it is a standalone and does not end in a cliffhanger.

The paperback version is signed by the author.

Chapter 1

As I leave my room the doorbell goes off. Maria is already at the door, she opens it and I watch her blush. Interesting, I’ve never seen her do that and there have been several good looking men who have visited. With a giggle she closes the door before she takes off toward the kitchen. That must be some new lawyer, the last one was eighty if he was a day with large bulbous eyes. My eyes flick to the man.

Holy shit, everything in me stutters to a stop as I take him in. He is a black haired, blue eyed Roman god come to life in a silk black suit. A broad forehead is over a sharp nose that looks like it’s been broken and reset, the slight imperfection doesn’t detract in the slightest, oddly it only adds to his appeal. I’m annoyed at the shadow of a beard along his jaw hiding his beautiful face, his mustache and beard frame wide soft lips perfectly. Dimly, I’m aware he’s tall, well over six feet, maybe six three or six four, he’s wide and muscled but not so much he’s bulging out of the cut to fit suit. Our eyes meet and I’m lost in those eyes, blue as deep as the sea. I can’t look away, can’t blink.

My first thought was Roman god yet the longer I stare into his intense blue eyes at odds with his glowing caramel skin and black hair I can’t get the idea of an angel out of my mind. But a fallen one with wicked thoughts clear in those eyes. Is my mouth seriously watering? Then he sends all of the air out of my lungs with a woosh when he smiles, flashing two deep dimples in each cheek. I have no idea how I stay standing. I think I’m smiling back, I’m not sure.

          I blink when my eyes begin to water, opening them to find he’s inches away from me. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. Are his lips as soft as they seem? Those lips curve into a deeper smile, a knowing smile. “Dominic Sabatini, and you are Regina.”

It’s a question that’s not a question, I nod anyway. Sabatini, usually the lawyers have bland old white guy names. He’s holding out his hand for mine, I give it to him without thinking. I’m enveloped in heat so hot it burns. Fear of this unknown shakes me out of the heady moment I try to tug my hand away only his smile is gone and his grip tightens. Oh god, the core of me is melting in a way I’ve never felt before, didn’t know could happen. Closer, he’s getting closer and even though the fear is still there I can’t move away from him.

“Dominic, I see you’ve met my Gina.” Johnny’s voice is loud, close and shocks the both of us out of…I don’t even know what it was. Dominic drops my hand, instantly I’m cut free from my mooring, drifting painfully alone. “Come in, come in. Can I get you a drink? Whiskey?”

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