Betraying the Mob

Book Three of The Mob Lust Series


Shoot first, ask questions never.


They say I’m an animal – a fierce, killing machine with no regard for authority.

Or life…mine or anyone else’s.

I’m a liability to the family. I don’t follow the rules. I don’t abide by the code.

Attack first, ask questions never.

That’s always been my MO, f*ck the consequences.

I’ve taken big risks, crossed too many lines, and destroyed an empire.

Now my enemies are back and out for blood. Revenge is what they want. Life is what they’ll take.

And this time, everyone is a target, including the woman I love.

I’ve never worried about my choices. I’ve never had anything to lose.

Until now…


I have a life. It is simple. Calm.

I help people who are suffering and give them peace, hope, and joy. I give them a purpose.

My work makes me happy…most of the time.

But the gaping hole in my heart still remains.

Only one person can fill it. But he’s lost, angry, and dangerous.

I can’t trust him. He’s a liar. A criminal. A vicious beast.

Falling in love with him, a man who can never be saved, was not part of my plan.

Then again, I never thought I was the one who needed saving.



Are you ready for Max and Sloane to steam up the screen of your eReader? Betraying the Mob is coming soon! Read on for an excerpt…

My breath hitches as his lips hover over mine. Dark eyes capture my soul, paralyzing every limb I know I should use to force him away from me. The heat in his gaze singes my insides, melting away the ice surrounding my thumping heart.

The scent of his cologne mixed with liquor intoxicates my senses, making me drunk with an insatiable desire I can’t even begin to quell. His fingertips navigate a path up my arms, my skin prickling with anticipation…until a flicker of anger eclipses his lustful expression.

Max pulls away, and I immediately feel the emptiness creeping back into my heart. “You shouldn’t want me,” he mutters, raking a hand through his hair.

Is he kidding me right now? A shiver slithers down my spine. “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t want you or anything from you.”

“Good, because I don’t have it to give.”

He backs away, shoving his hands deep into his pockets before he darts around a column and disappears.

Gone. He’s gone.

As if I ever really had the power to keep him.



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