Gangsters of New York Series by Bella Di Corte

I hungered to be seen. There were three things I knew about Capo Macchiavello:. He was gorgeous. He was reclusive. He was considered one of New York’s most savage animals. And he wanted me as his wife. A simple arrangement – you do for me, I do for you. Nothing owed, no expectations. Except for one: never leave. Life was never that simple, though. By the age of twenty-one, I was parentless, jobless, and homeless, and I had come to learn the hard way that nothing was ever free... moreI hungered to be seen. There were three things I knew about Capo Macchiavello:. He was gorgeous. He was reclusive. He was considered one of New York’s most savage animals. And he wanted me as his wife. A simple arrangement – you do for me, I do for you. Nothing owed, no expectations. Except for one: never leave. Life was never that simple, though. By the age of twenty-one, I was parentless, jobless, and homeless, and I had come to learn the hard way that nothing was ever free. Even kindness comes with strings. Capo might’ve been the only man to ever see me, but I had made a vow to myself: I would never owe anyone anything. Most of all, the man I called boss. I killed to stay hidden. Mariposa Flores thought she owed nothing to no one, but she owed everything…to me, the ghost the world had once called The Machiavellian Prince of New York. Machiavellian is the first of three books set in the savage world of the Gangsters of New York series. less

He stole my heart out of revenge. There was one thing I always thought was mine to give: my heart. I never imagined a marauder would steal it out of vengeance—vengeance that had nothing to do with me. His greatest enemy happened to be the man in love with me, and somehow I became nothing but a pawn. I was no damsel in distress, though. More like an archer, ready to battle. And my target? The marauder himself. Cashel “Cash” Kelly... moreHe stole my heart out of revenge. There was one thing I always thought was mine to give: my heart. I never imagined a marauder would steal it out of vengeance—vengeance that had nothing to do with me. His greatest enemy happened to be the man in love with me, and somehow I became nothing but a pawn. I was no damsel in distress, though. More like an archer, ready to battle. And my target? The marauder himself. Cashel “Cash” Kelly. Kelly might have been as gorgeous as he was ruthless, but he had no idea what I’d do to steal it back. Or better yet, get even. She was determined to keep what was mine. They say hearts can’t be stolen unless they’re willing to be. Tell that to the man everyone on the streets called “the marauder. ”. Me. Because by the time I was through, Keely Ryan’s heart would be mine. And my enemy’s? As good as broken. Trouble was, the archer was precise with her aim, and her arrow was pointed at my heart. Marauder is the second of three books set in the savage world of the Gangsters of New York series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but they are all based in the same world. less

I had something to live for. The moment I saw him, I knew. His eyes would hypnotize. His lips would speak the most beautiful promises. His body? Made for pleasure. But if Corrado Capitani thought that he could fool me into thinking he was a good man, he was wrong. The moment I saw him, I knew the truth. Those eyes hid his poisonous heart. Those lips were vessels of deception. That body? Made for inflicting pain. He wasn’t sent from heaven. He was sent to drag me back to hell... moreI had something to live for. The moment I saw him, I knew. His eyes would hypnotize. His lips would speak the most beautiful promises. His body? Made for pleasure. But if Corrado Capitani thought that he could fool me into thinking he was a good man, he was wrong. The moment I saw him, I knew the truth. Those eyes hid his poisonous heart. Those lips were vessels of deception. That body? Made for inflicting pain. He wasn’t sent from heaven. He was sent to drag me back to hell. I had something to die for. Alcina Parisi had a price on her head, and she’d eluded the best. She thought no one would ever find her, but I did. Everyone in our world called me Scorpio—the man who never let the enemy go. But she was a weapon, not an adversary, and I’d claimed her as mine. less