His Pregnant Irish Mafia Bride

I dug up a mafia murder… and accidentally hunted the Irish enforcer in my bed.

A dark Irish mafia enforcer fifteen years my senior.

A secret past tied to my parents’ murder.

An forced marriage I can’t escape. And two pink lines on a hidden test.

One minute I’m a chef recording my secret true-crime podcast. The next?

I’m digging into an unsolved syndicate massacre.

I didn’t expect my research to lead straight to him.

The drop-dead gorgeous silver fox who frequents my café. Tailored dark suits.

A voice like dark velvet and lethal sin.

He worships every inch of my curves. Makes my body melt under his hands.

Then the bomb drops: “Ronnie” isn’t a polished financial consultant. He’s Ronan O’Connor. The Syndicate’s deadliest enforcer.

And the man who executed my father.

He spared my life in the flames that night. Now he’s back to claim what’s his.

Then HE makes his move.

When Russian bullets shatter my windows, Ronan doesn’t just protect me—he claims me. He drags me to the altar. Puts a massive diamond on my finger. And locks me in his penthouse while I carry his heir.

In a crowded ballroom, he pins me against the wall. Calloused hands grip my waist. Possessive. Final.

“You’re mine now, little bird. Hate me all you want… but you’ll never leave my bed.”

My head screams to run. My betraying body begs him to destroy me.

Because everyone in Boston knows one thing about Ronan O’Connor…

What belongs to him…

He NEVER lets go.

For readers who love: ruthless Irish mafia enforcers, massive age gaps, and a possessive “touch her and die” assassin. A defiant true-crime heroine forced into an enemies-to-lovers arranged marriage, secret past betrayal, surprise pregnancy, high-stakes Bratva war, and a dangerously possessive hero who will burn Boston to ashes for his woman. HEA guaranteed. Kindle may melt.