LorettaKAuthor

Cheeky owner of a struggling fashion boutique, Poppy Fields dreams of having her designs rocking the couture runways in Paris and Milan. While fantasizing about the glamorous life, her world is about to collide with the devil himself in the form of a dangerous mafia leader, Roman D’Amico, out for revenge for his dead brother.

Often mistaken as the future wife of one of Chicago’s most notorious crime bosses, and Roman’s rival gang member, everyone who enters Poppy’s little shop believes they are doing a favor to the Gambino family. When her doppelgänger waltzes into her boutique, the women are shocked to find they look like twins. Leaving her identification behind as a ruse to flee the country, Claudia switches lives with the unsuspecting fashion designer. When Luke Gambino falls for the ploy, he believes Poppy is his runaway bride, forcing her to take on the persona of the real Claudia Ricci.

Following the murder of his brother, Roman D’Amico is looking for revenge. When he suspects the Gambinos are behind it, he plots to kidnap the rival gang member’s wife. Unknowing that the women have switched places, Roman kidnaps the wrong couture diva. With Claudia missing, Poppy must keep up the ruse, and convince Roman to keep her alive or fall into the hands of the murderous Gambino family.

Couture Criminals

"Kneel," he said with more of a commanding tone than she had ever come from Luke's mouth.

Remi's body shook as the tears streamed down her face. She wasn't submissive. She wasn't the woman he needed, or at least her ego pretended not to be. As her knees fell beneath her, her body lowered and her eyes never left his. Slowly she did as he commanded. Once to her knees, everything Remi ever tried to deny was like the waters around the boat. At any moment the floods could wash over them and leave her floating in her own emotions.

She was in control. She led everything and everyone around her. She didn't submit to any man. Yet, here with Luke, she was on her knees begging for him. Reaching out like he was a lifeline, to the one man who had always held her heart above the storms, she gave her all.

Raising her hands that were clasped in front of her, as if in prayer, she pleaded, "Own me, Master. Please, Luke? Love me as only you can. Please?"

Chapter 96