Cold Hearted King

First she’ll pay for her sins. Then I’ll make her mine.

Ruthless and brutal, I was considered nothing but a cold-hearted beast, a man with no conscience, incapable of caring for anyone. My family’s dark, mafia regime had a merciless hold on Miami, our wealth and savagery well known. There was no room for emotions, no heart or soul allowed and that was fine by me. When I was notified I’d been willed my estranged grandfather’s ranch in Colorado, it became just another acquisition in my powerful estate.

However, I was required to take an unwanted trip, approving the pre-qualified buyer. What I didn’t anticipate was a red-haired, gorgeous squatter with eyes the color of spring grass or her fiery insistence she belonged there. Through push and pull, legalese and warnings, passion and my need to discipline her exploded, my hunger to possess her intense.

But danger was everywhere, someone determined to destroy her life. That wasn’t acceptable. I came for an acquisition. Instead, I found a soulmate. And no one would dare try and take her away from me face the darkest of nightmares. One bad man.