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C’est un tueur. Un gangster.

Le dernier homme au monde avec qui je voudrais être. Je refuse de perdre la tête uniquement parce qu’il est canon, irlandais et qu’il a un accent délicieux.

C’est l’une des seules pistes dans la disparition de mon amie et je ne lui fais pas confiance.

Alors, avec Lachlan Crow, j’ai établi des règles strictes :

1. Garder la tête froide et ne pas me laisser déconcentrer.

2. Faire le nécessaire sans jamais oublier pourquoi je suis là.

3. Ne jamais, au grand jamais, tomber amoureuse de lui.

Quatrième et dernière règle ?

Abandonner toute ligne de conduite. Parce qu’avec la mafia irlandaise, aucune règle ne s’applique.

Ce devait être temporaire, mais maintenant Lachlan estime qu’il me possède. Il me dit qu’il ne me laissera pas m’en aller.

Et je le crois.

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He’s a killer. A mobster.

The last man on earth I’d ever want to be with. I won’t lose my head just because he’s hot, Irish, and has a wicked accent to boot.

He’s one of the only leads in my best friend’s disappearance, and I don’t trust him.

So I’ve got a few rules in mind when it comes to dealing with Lachlan Crow.

1. Keep a clear head and don’t get distracted.

2. Do what’s necessary and never forget why you’re there.

3. Never, and I mean never, fall for him.

Fourth and final rule?

Throw out the book altogether. Because the rules don’t apply when it comes to the Irish mafia.

It was only supposed to be temporary, but now Lachlan thinks he owns me. He says he’s not letting me go.

And I believe him.

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Lachlan.

I don’t know who she is. I don’t know why she’s here.

But if it’s my attention she wants, she has it.

The Russians want her dead, and now it’s up to me to look out for her. This girl is trouble. A distraction I can’t afford.

So why have I already decided she’s mine?

I’ve claimed her and there’s no going back now.

This is a full-length standalone novel full of hot Irish guys with accents. Steamy and dark mafia themes throughout. HEA included.

An Irish mobster. A missing friend. Two loyalties, ripping me apart. I had a plan. Get in, get my information, and get out. Easy, right? Turns out, infiltrating the Irish mafia isn’t exactly what I thought it would be. I just wanted a soldier. Someone I could flirt with to get me in the door. That’s when Lachlan Crow noticed me. Problem was, he wasn’t a soldier. No, he was next in line for the throne of the Irish underworld. And he was determined to hate me from the outset. My sob story about needing a job? Yeah, he wasn’t buying that either. Too bad for him, I won’t let anyone get in the way of my mission. Who cares if we have some kind of crazy chemistry? He’s the worst kind of wrong- and I would never in a million years be with a guy like him. Because they took her from me, and I’m going to make them pay