Lord of Punishment

My romance advice? Beware of sexy men who wash up on your beach. They do bite.

When a sexy man with piercing eyes and a body meant for sin washed up on my lakeshore beach, I should have called the police. But when he regained consciousness and I asked him his name, he had no clue. What was a girl to do, kick an injured man to the curb?

His only means of identification were a weapon and a ten thousand dollar suit. I had every reason to fear the gorgeous, muscular man, my sordid past always requiring me to look over my shoulder. But as he began to heal, the electricity surged between us. Suddenly, it became easy to surrender to the dominate, sensual man. However, I should have followed my instincts, ignoring the dark passion but when he striped me bare, demanding my obedience, he awakened the woman inside. Soon, I was screaming out his name.

Yet as soon as I’d let down my carefully armored guard, the ugly truth was revealed, the single mother in me determined to keep my little boy safe. My guest was none other than Sabatino Dimagio, Don of the notorious Baltimore crime syndicate.

And a powerful man like him never gives up a possession. Now, I belong to him.