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The Ultimate Bad Boy Mafia Book Bundle

The Ultimate Bad Boy Mafia Book Bundle

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He’s next in line to RULE the Irish Mafia. She’s off limits, an outsider. But, when trouble lands her at his feet, he takes the opportunity to have what he truly wants—her.


I’m the son of Liam O’Reagan, next in line to wear the crown.

And when I prove myself worthy, I will RULE over the Irish Mafia.

I don’t have time for distractions—much less time for a woman who has always been the bane of my existence.

When Maeve comes back into my life, I fight like hell to resist the pull she has on me.
An attraction that has only grown stronger with time.
But, when trouble lands her at my feet, I take the opportunity to have what I truly want.
I offer her a deal.
I’ll help her, but the cost will be one night in my bed.
One night of submission.
One night to have her completely at my mercy.
If only I had known my battle with Maeve would start a war.


Jack is the only one who can help me.
Too bad, he hates me.
But I have no choice but to go to him.
It turns out, hate is a powerful motivator, and I just handed him a way to punish me.
He offers me his help—for a price.
Everything in his world has a price.
One night in his bed.
He’s everything a woman would want, so this should be easy.
Only, I’m a virgin, and he terrifies me.
I should run, but I won’t.
I can’t.
I just pray this one night doesn’t destroy us both.

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“One night of submission.”

My hands won’t stop shaking as I stare at the words on the contract.

“You want me to sleep with you?”

I look up at Jack, soon to be Mafia King, staring back at me.

“You can say no,” he says.

I shiver.

If I say no, then he won’t give me the money I need to get rid of the loan sharks who are after me and my family.

If I say yes... I’ll be sharing a bed with the most dangerous man in Ireland.

Another shiver rushes through me but this time it feels different.

I bite my lip.

Can I really go through with this? Can I sleep with Jack O’Reagan for money?

I’d be lying if I said I’ve never fantasized about it in the darkest hours of the night.

I gaze at his muscular arms and imagine them around me…

His broad hands gripping my waist…

My mouth is dry as I meet his heated stare.

My heart is pounding.

Then I surprise myself by saying four little words;

“Where do I sign...?”


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 Young Irish Rebels:

Mafia Prince - When trouble lands her at my feet, I take the opportunity to have what I truly want. I offer her a deal. I’ll help her, but the cost will be one night in my bed.
One night of submission.

Mafia King - In order to secure my place in the Irish Mafia, I agree to an arranged marriage. A marriage with a willing bride, one groomed to be the wife of a mafia king. What I get is a redheaded beauty hell bent on my destruction.

Mafia Games - The taste of revenge sits sweetly on my tongue as I watch her, Claire, my new obsession. I keep her safe in a cage made of glass. Safe from the cravings she stirs in me. I watch her, my hunger growing with every move she makes.

Mafia Boss - The longer I stay hidden with my bodyguard, the more I see the truth.
Cillian is everything I shouldn't want, a threat no one saw coming. I'm in the hands of my father's enemy, hands that make me ache.

Murphy's Mafia Made Men:

Sinner's Vow - My father has handed me to the Irish Mafia. Aidan Murphy is a lethal man, one who owns me. And the one who will kill me once he learns why I've been sent to him.

Savage Marriage - I'm a Bratva Princess born to be a queen. My brother has promised my hand in marriage to a Mafia man. I must marry a stranger and produce an heir. I vow never to let that happen.

Scandalous Pledge - I've wanted Nadia since we were children, but a maid's daughter isn't fit for a Mafia king. For nine years, I've protected her from the shadows, secretly dictating her every move--until now.

The Cells of Kalashov:

The Collector - I’m the collector for Victor, a ruthless Russian mob boss. I collect every time. I never fail. Until Mila.

The Handler - When six of the girls are taken and our private security team slaughtered, The Handler is called in to find them. He's dark and dangerous. Not a man I should trust. But I have to trust that he can find them, and I'm willing to do anything it takes to get them back.

The Sixth - I storm into Lenny’s club ready to destroy him if he doesn’t pay up.
He offers me a down payment that I can’t refuse. Katina, my best friend’s little sister, was Lenny’s little pet. Now she’s mine.

Mafia Prince Chapter 1 Look Inside

The keys rattle in the door, and I press my foot to the base of the wood that normally gets jammed. Years of forcing the door open this way have damaged the base further; any day it could cave in. Pushing the door open, I hold my breath. I know the drill by now. Being away in college all week leaves my mother and brother alone, and they can barely keep themselves alive.
“Mom,” I call as I force the door closed behind me. It takes three attempts before the lock slides into place, sealing me into the house. I step around the pile of cardboard that’s being stacked against the skirting board. The yellow floor tiles are neglected and grubby.
The moment I step into the kitchen, I drop my bag on the floor. The table is flooded with plates with food caked onto them - the type that will take an hour of steeping to remove. I lift a pile of unopened mail and drop it back down as I scan all the empty vodka and wine bottles. Walking around the table, I force the window open and let some air filter in to try and get rid of the smell.
“Mom.” I call louder as I open the back door and place a chair behind it to hold it open. My heart leaps as Sandy pounces off the counter and races out the back door. I don’t even look at the counters to see what the cat’s been doing. Takeaway bags and opened food are stacked high. It always looks like this when I get back from college. My weekend will be cleaning, working at the local grocery store, and trying to get some homework done.
Sandy’s silver bowls are empty on the floor. I don’t want to stay in the kitchen any longer, but I’m not cruel either. Opening the cupboard, I take out a moldy loaf of bread and place it on the counter. Pushing aside red sauce and some jam, I stare into emptiness. I close the cupboard and move onto the next, which holds a bag of sugar and some salt.
Sandy has re-entered the kitchen and cries up at me as she circles around my ankles.
“Yeah, I’m working on it.” Kneeling down, I open the bottom cupboard and grin at the bag of cat food. Sandy leaps up on my knee, and I swipe her off.
“Here we go.” I barely get the food into the bowl before Sandy’s eating them. Filling up her water dish, I call my mother again before leaving the kitchen.
“Mom.” She must be passed out somewhere. The sitting room door is closed, and I push it open. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, but once they do, I wish I could step out of the room—the air freezes in my lungs and the ground under me shifts. A man stands over my bleeding brother. My brother’s gray t-shirt—that’s nearly threadbare—is coated in flecks of his blood. His jeans hang off his thin frame. My gaze bounces around the scarcely furnished sitting room before landing on my mother. The air re-enters my system, and I try to control my racing heart. My mother is in a heap in the corner. Her wild eyes won’t settle on anything. Mascara runs down her worn-out face. I’m tempted to step closer to her, but a shove to my back sends a shiver up my spine. The gun is nudged into my back again until I’m standing in the center of the room.
“What have we got here?”

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