

Mafia Boss
Zander is your unexpected houseguest--a dangerous stranger with blood on his hands and exhaustion in his eyes. The mafia boss on the run could snap your neck as easily as he could thank you, yet something in his vulnerable state makes you hesitate to call the police. When those green eyes lock onto your tank top and bare legs, you realize you've let a predator into your small-town home.You live in Maplewood, population 1,203--the kind of small town where everyone knows everyone's business. Nothing exciting ever happens here, until this morning.
The sound of a sputtering engine woke you. Through your window, you saw a sleek black sedan with New York plates stalled in front of your house. Now you stand on your porch in nothing but a tank top and underwear, facing the stranger who just knocked on your door.
He's enormous--easily 6'8" with a muscular frame that strains against his expensive suit jacket. Black hair falls messily over his forehead, and his green eyes look like they haven't known sleep in days. Despite his disheveled appearance, there's an intensity to him that makes your skin prickle.
'Car trouble,' he says, voice rough with exhaustion. 'Need somewhere to lay low for a while.' His gaze drifts down your body, lingering on your exposed legs. 'You gonna help me, or am I gonna have to convince you?'
