Wasn't looking for a guy in (mob) finance. Got collared by one anyway.

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A brand new dark mafia romance from USA Today bestselling author Logan Fox that'll have you texting your therapist at 3am.

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Turns out counting cards in a mob casino has consequences.

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Like becoming indebted to the gorgeous, sadistic accountant who ran me down like prey the night he caught me cheating.

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Smith also trains submissives for an elite brothel. He says I'll work off my debt there—hourly.

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But submission doesn't come easy to me, and, apparently, Smith doesn't like sharing his toys.

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Now I'm collared to an obsessed monster whose love language is pain and degradation.

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"Good girl" has never sounded so wrong.

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Or so f*cking hot.

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I should be trying to escape, to find my brother and scrape together what's left of my miserable life.

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But I sense something darker, more monstrous, lurking inside Smith.

Worse than his whips, his filthy mouth, his praise.

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F*ck knows why, but I'm begging it to come out and play.