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My name is Rory Carter, and I do bad things. I might smile like an angel, but underneath, my soul is far from clean. Not even my weekly calls to the Sinners Anonymous hotline can change that.
Marrying the seventy-year-old head of the Cosa Nostra to save my father was the closest I’ve come to doing good. And I was surviving - one lie, one smile, one silk dress at a time - until his nephew showed up uninvited. Angelo “Vicious” Visconti.
A beautiful monster with a sharper tongue than conscience. They say he went straight years ago, but I don’t believe it. Because Angelo is danger wrapped in desire - and when he looks at me, I can’t tell if he wants to ruin me or save me.
My name is Rory Carter, and I do bad things. I might smile like an angel, but underneath, my soul is far from clean. Not even my weekly calls to the Sinners Anonymous hotline can change that.
Marrying the seventy-year-old head of the Cosa Nostra to save my father was the closest I’ve come to doing good. And I was surviving - one lie, one smile, one silk dress at a time - until his nephew showed up uninvited. Angelo “Vicious” Visconti.
A beautiful monster with a sharper tongue than conscience. They say he went straight years ago, but I don’t believe it. Because Angelo is danger wrapped in desire - and when he looks at me, I can’t tell if he wants to ruin me or save me.