What’s worse than sleeping with a stranger?
Finding out he’s a ghost.
Then learning you’re pregnant with his baby.

I was just chasing a mafia story.
One reckless lead, one dark alley, one heartbeat from death…
Until his fists saved me.

Blood-spattered knuckles.
Steel in his eyes.
“Ask about the Keans again,” he growled, “and I won’t be there next time.”

Flynn Tine was supposed to be one dangerous night.
A forbidden rush wrapped in muscle, shadows, and secrets.

Except Flynn doesn’t exist.

His real name? Flint Ifrinn.
The rightful heir to a criminal empire the Keans...

What’s worse than sleeping with a stranger?
Finding out he’s a ghost.
Then learning you’re pregnant with his baby.

I was just chasing a mafia story.
One reckless lead, one dark alley, one heartbeat from death…
Until his fists saved me.

Blood-spattered knuckles.
Steel in his eyes.
“Ask about the Keans again,” he growled, “and I won’t be there next time.”

Flynn Tine was supposed to be one dangerous night.
A forbidden rush wrapped in muscle, shadows, and secrets.

Except Flynn doesn’t exist.

His real name? Flint Ifrinn.
The rightful heir to a criminal empire the Keans burned to ashes.
The vengeful phantom I should have fled from…
Not let claim my body and mark my soul.

Now I’m pregnant with the heir to a dead dynasty.
Ronan Kean has me captive.
And Flint is ready to paint Boston red to reclaim what’s his.

My story.
His revenge.
Our child.

Let the bloodbath begin.