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Mafia Ties Series by Fiona Davenport – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Sat, 26 Aug 2023 11:52:39 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Mafia Ties Series by Fiona Davenport – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 The Mafia Boss’s Nanny (Mafia Ties #1) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-mafia-bosss-nanny-mafia-ties-1-read-online-fiona-davenport Sat, 26 Aug 2023 11:52:39 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-mafia-bosss-nanny-mafia-ties-1-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Mafia Ties Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)

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A smokin' hot dad falls for the innocent nanny...and he's a mafia boss. Nic DeLuca was used to taking what he wanted. Born to lead a powerful mafia family, he was not in the habit of asking for permission—or forgiveness. Willing to cross any boundary when it came to possessing what he considered to be his, Nic knew Anna Martin was meant for him from the moment he laid eyes on her. Nic was quick to move the innocent nanny into his home... and his bed. But he hid his dark side from her. The deception was necessary to ensure Anna fell for him before she realized exactly who he was.

The Mafia Boss's Nanny was previously released as Deception, Danger, and Devotion.

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ONE

Anna

“Good morning, Anna,” the recruiter at the Manhattan nanny agency greeted me, waving towards the chair in front of her desk. “You look lovely this morning.”

“Thank you.” My reply was faint. I might look nice on the outside, but I was a mess on the inside as I sat down across from her. I’d dressed with extra care this morning because I needed the boost in confidence. I’d hoped to have been placed with a family by now, but each of my interviews had been worse than the next.

The first family’s home had been a disaster and they’d fully expected the nanny to be the one to clean it. The second family’s children were holy terrors who’d managed to scare off three nannies in two weeks. My third interview was a couple days ago and had been horrible. The mother hadn’t been able to make the appointment due to a work commitment and the father made it quite clear he expected to receive special attention if he hired me. It had been enough to make me seriously reconsider if I was cut out to be a nanny.

“I’m sorry things haven’t gone smoothly for you so far. Matching a nanny with a family isn’t always an easy task, but I’m sure we’ll be able to find something suitable for you.”

At least one of us was sure. “I hate to admit it, but I was thinking maybe this was a sign that I should try to do something else instead.”

She cocked her head and studied me a moment, most likely trying to gauge how serious I was about giving up. “Are you willing to give me one more chance?”

My hands twisted in my lap, toying with the edge of the cardigan sweater I’d paired with a sundress to make it more appropriate for a visit to her office. “Maybe.”

With a nod, she lifted a manila folder off the top of a stack and flipped it open. She scanned it quickly before flashing me a smile. “I think this might be perfect for you. The girl is six years old and has had health issues, almost from birth. Because of her illness, it’s harder to find a nanny to accept the position. Your schooling could be put to good use.”

My heart strings tugged, even though I knew my one year studying to become a physical therapy assistant wouldn’t be much help when it came to caring for a sick child.

“Her grandmother has been caring for her, but she isn’t able to keep up with her any longer—not because of Sophia’s health issues, but because she’s had a health scare of her own. Her dad came to us several weeks ago, but so far we haven’t had any luck matching them with a nanny.”

I noticed a glaring omission in her description of the family. “What about her mom?”

She rifled through the papers in the folder before answering. “I can only assume she isn’t a part of her daughter’s life since there was no mention of her in the information provided.”

“After what happened on the last interview, I’d really prefer a position with a family, with a wife who will be around a lot. Not a single dad.”

She closed the folder and leaned towards me, lowering her voice. “I was lucky enough to meet with Mr. DeLuca in person. I don’t think I’ve ever met a more gorgeous man. Trust me when I tell you that he has no need to take advantage of an employee. Not only is he sexy, he has money too. You’re a pretty girl, but I’m sure he has women throwing themselves at him left and right.”

“Okay,” I sighed, feeling like she’d put me in my place.

I was a nanny who couldn’t find a charge, and this little girl sounded like she couldn’t find a nanny. Maybe it was meant to be. Besides, if the interview didn’t go well, I could just throw in the towel and think of something else to do. Really, what was the worst thing that could happen?

An hour later, I was untying my cardigan from around my waist so I could put it back on before knocking on the door of the impressive brownstone, on the upper west side, in front of me. Although my cream and pink striped sundress was flattering, it was hardly appropriate for an interview with its spaghetti straps and low neckline. All of which I wasn’t able to cover up with my sweater before the door flew open.

A tall, dark-haired man with a neatly trimmed beard stood in front of me. His black, button-down shirt was drawn tautly across his muscular chest because one of his arms was pulled behind his back as he held the door. His dark gaze swept over me from head to toe, and I felt my skin heat in response to the flare in his eyes as they landed on my chest. He whispered something under his breath. It sounded like it might have been Italian. I hurriedly put my sweater on and buttoned it up, well aware that his gaze remained on me the entire time. When I lifted my head once again, his lips were tilted up in a smirk that somehow made him even more attractive.

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The Mob Princess’s Enemy (Mafia Ties #2) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-mob-princesss-enemy-mafia-ties-2-read-online-fiona-davenport Sat, 26 Aug 2023 11:52:38 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-mob-princesss-enemy-mafia-ties-2-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Mafia Ties Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)

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An Italian mafia enforcer falls for the Irish mob princess. Brandon DeLuca’s relentless pursuit of Carly O’Reilly after she fled New York wasn’t really due to the orders of his mafia boss cousin. Being part of rival families wasn’t enough to stop the passion between him and the feisty redhead. Carly was his, and Brandon was done trying to pretend otherwise. Now that he had admitted the truth to himself, Brandon just needed to convince Carly to put her life in his hands—and her body in his bed.

The Mob Princess's Enemy was previously released as Pursuit, Power, and Passion.

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Prologue

BRANDON

I sat in my car and stared at the quiet, unassuming house across the little residential street. It was dark, the inhabitants out for the night or already in bed. I happened to know it was the latter. After a couple of months of searching, I’d finally caught up to my target and I wasn’t about to let her get away again.

Still, I continued to sit there and watch, taking no action. I told myself I was simply being cautious; I didn’t need any more trouble. But, Nic had asked me to keep her safe. I was obligated. It was my job. It was complete and utter bullshit, that’s what it was.

The phone I was holding up to my ear began ringing, and I waited until the recipient picked up.

“Brandon?” Nic answered, his question implied.

“I found her.”

“Great. I’ll send—”

“No!” I snapped, cutting him off and shocking the fuck out of myself. “She’s mine.”

ONE

Brandon

My best friend and cousin Nic, who also happened to be the new head of the Deluca crime family, was silent for a moment. Just the thought that he might disagree with me had possessive fury bubbling to the surface.

“Your call,” he said with an odd inflection in his voice. Relief flowed through me until I realized ... he sounded weird because he was trying not to laugh.

“What the fuck, Nic?” I growled.

The laughter burst free, and I heard a female voice admonishing him. Thank you, Anna, I thought, figuring it was his new bride. He said something back, but it was muffled, his hand clearly over the receiver. She yelped and he laughed harder. I mentally banged my head against the steering wheel. I didn’t want to know.

“Gianna says it’s rude for me to say ‘I told you so,’ so I’ll just say, good luck, man.”

I hung up to the sound of more laughter. Jackass. Nic had seen the sparks flying between me and Carly early on. She’d been our inside source in the New York City Irish mob and when things got dicey, Nic asked me to make sure she stayed safe. The moment I saw her tall, lithe body, her long, lush red hair, emerald eyes, and creamy skin, I was doomed to walk around with a constant erection. It was impossible to deny; she was fucking gorgeous. She was also a major pain in the ass. Her stubborn streak was a mile wide, almost rivaling my own. Following orders wasn’t a talent of hers, and I tried to convince myself the package wasn’t worth the trouble. Yeah, I was in complete denial.

The night stretched out before me, dark and silent, but my mind and body were having a shouting match. Then my heart decided to join the game and with two against one, my mind never stood a chance.

Not wanting to alert her, I kept my car parked where it was and climbed out, shutting the door soundlessly behind me. She’d been raised in the mob and had learned a lot of useful skills; some by design through training, and some through necessity. She clearly knew how to run. Even so, the fact that she’d been able to stay one step ahead of me, someone known for their tracking skills, was a hit to my ego. Until I cut off communication with everyone and went dark. No one knew my moves, which meant there was no way for anyone to alert her.

I went through every trick in my arsenal to unbury where she was hiding. Within a week, it paid off and there I was, circling the house where I knew she was holed up, looking for a weak entrance point. It was locked up tight. Good girl. Only, there has never been a lock I’ve come across that I couldn’t pick. I chose the back door since it only had one deadbolt and while it was under a motion-activated alarm; the door itself wasn’t connected to the security system.

I’d cased the house. I knew the alarm system and was well aware of its blind spots, allowing me to sidle up to the door and go to work. It only took me fifteen minutes before I was slowly cracking the door open. I only had three to four inches of room to slide my arm in and shut off the alarm panel. Any wider and it would set off the motion sensors. Carefully, I reached in and set a special little gadget on the security panel. Thirty seconds later, it shorted out and the whole system powered down.

I slipped inside and shut the door, making sure to reengage the deadbolt. It was only a one-bedroom house, so I didn’t have to search very hard. Finding the bedroom door open, I stood there, taking in the scene before me. Carly was on her stomach, sprawled out on the bed with the covers kicked away, showing off her spectacular ass in tiny, pink panties. The T-shirt she was wearing had ridden up and revealed the smooth skin and toned muscle of her back.

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