The Bronze Garza

Taken. Sold. Punished. A nightmare.

Now, all I do is hope.

Until a fire breaks out.

In the midst of panic and chaos, I'm snatched up and stolen. Again.

If I'm meant to be a prisoner of war, they picked the wrong Diamond Girl. But I don't tell my new captor that. Whatever his hell is, it can't be worse than the one he just snagged me from.

Thirty-five thousand feet in the air, the masks unveil.

My new captor is my savior.

Too bad he's an icy, broody, ill-tempered jerk. Fortunately, I'll never have to see his offensively handsome face again after this.

Or so I thought.

Because when trouble comes chasing me again, guess who my father hires to be my protector?

This ought to be fun…

The Bronze Garza is a complete standalone. This is not a mafia romance.