Synopsis:
Ophelia is a young mafia heir faced with the dilemma of an arranged marriage. The marriage itself isn't a problem, its the man she's marrying who turns out to be the son of a pig. She plans to run away with someone close to her heart but the plan goes wrong as she is forcefully whisked away from Italy to Britain without her companion's knowledge. 
Join Ophelia as she fights to survive and reunite with her family.

But the story doesn't end there.... A game must be played, where four men must eliminate each other until a victor arises.... The one who will win her heart.




If you love hot guys, fast cars, a little pinch of serial killers and bloodlust, this is the book for you.

Mob Princess.

"What are you looking at?" I snapped my fingers in his face to get his attention. 


"Oh I'm not looking, honey. I'm thinking. That chair is so lucky and I'm envious of it right now because if I had my way, I would hide every chair in the entire world, just so you could sit on my face." 


I didn't have time to recover as he dropped the next line. 


"I'm thinking of your right leg as Christmas and your left leg as Easter, will you let me come for dinner between the holidays?" He asked so nicely I almost missed what he implied. My cheeks coloured a little but I took a deep breath and answered back seductively, twirling my hair as I spoke. 


"I'd like to see things from your point of view..." I paused for effect. "...but I just can't seem to get my head that far up my arse." 


He blinked, chuckled and leaned back on the bar, looking me over. "Stop playing hard to get. I know that deep down inside, you want me." 


I nodded. "Honestly I do, I want you...to leave." 


Chapter 47