Shantrellia

I just married the hockey league’s hottest player. Only catch? He has no idea. I never meant to hitch Ken Edwards. OK. I totally did. I just wasn’t planning on him finding out. It was a desperate move to save my restaurant, but now he’s onto me and refusing to play along. Between his scorching looks and my traitorous hormones, keeping things strictly business is like trying to diet in a chocolate factory.

I’m pregnant by a mafia Don and my father’s enemy. My father wants me dead for dishonoring the family. There’s no way I’m marrying the psychopath he picked. So I left them both looking stupid at the alter, and was on the next thing smoking. Now I bartend at the White Rabbit. A haven for Chicago’s infamous gangsters. That’s when I met Felix Carlisi. When he walks in, men instinctively check their guns, and women were ready to throw their panties at him. I should’ve stayed clear, but his deep voice was so hypnotic. He has the face of an angel, with the slick tongue of the devil ...