Savage Royals

A mafia princess and a mafia prince walk into a bar…



It should be the beginning of a joke. To me, my father setting me up with Dante Scarano is a joke—just not a particularly funny one. But when the night ends with me up against a wall and Dante’s hands on my body, I know I’ve underestimated him—and the power he and his father wield.



I might be forced to marry him, but nothing about this relationship is real. Not our vows, our marriage, or the way my body responds to his. At least—that’s what I tell myself, every time Dante sets me on fire.



Dante isn’t my husband, he’s my enemy. A man who I plan to take down, just as soon as I get the chance. Isn’t that what the vows say, anyway? Til death do us part.



Here in this city, the Rosarias rule. But it’s about to get savage.