Crown of Smoke (Kingdom of Sinners)
Crown of Smoke (Kingdom of Sinners)
What’s worse than sleeping with a stranger?Finding out he’s a ghost.Then learning you’re pregnant with his baby.I was just chasing a mafia story.One reckless lead, one dark alley, one heartbeat from death...Until his fists saved me.Blood-spattered knuckles.Steel in his eyes.“Ask about the Keans again,” he growled, “and I won’t be there next time.”Flynn Tine was supposed to be one dangerous night.A forbidden rush wrapped in muscle, shadows, and secrets.Except Flynn doesn’t exist.His real name? Flint Ifrinn.The rightful heir to a criminal empire the Keans burned to ashes.The vengeful phantom I should have fled from...Not let claim my body and mark my soul.Now I’m pregnant with the heir to a dead dynasty.Ronan Kean has me captive.And Flint is ready to paint Boston red to reclaim what’s his.My story.His revenge.Our child.Let the bloodbath begin.
What’s worse than sleeping with a stranger?Finding out he’s a ghost.Then learning you’re pregnant with his baby.I was just chasing a mafia story.One reckless lead, one dark alley, one heartbeat from death...Until his fists saved me.Blood-spattered knuckles.Steel in his eyes.“Ask about the Keans again,” he growled, “and I won’t be there next time.”Flynn Tine was supposed to be one dangerous night.A forbidden rush wrapped in muscle, shadows, and secrets.Except Flynn doesn’t exist.His real name? Flint Ifrinn.The rightful heir to a criminal empire the Keans burned to ashes.The vengeful phantom I should have fled from...Not let claim my body and mark my soul.Now I’m pregnant with the heir to a dead dynasty.Ronan Kean has me captive.And Flint is ready to paint Boston red to reclaim what’s his.My story.His revenge.Our child.Let the bloodbath begin.
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What’s worse than sleeping with a stranger?Finding out he’s a ghost.Then learning you’re pregnant with his baby.I was just chasing a mafia story.One reckless lead, one dark alley, one heartbeat from death...Until his fists saved me.Blood-spattered knuckles.Steel in his eyes.“Ask about the Keans again,” he growled, “and I won’t be there next time.”Flynn Tine was supposed to be one dangerous night.A forbidden rush wrapped in muscle, shadows, and secrets.Except Flynn doesn’t exist.His real name? Flint Ifrinn.The rightful heir to a criminal empire the Keans burned to ashes.The vengeful phantom I should have fled from...Not let claim my body and mark my soul.Now I’m pregnant with the heir to a dead dynasty.Ronan Kean has me captive.And Flint is ready to paint Boston red to reclaim what’s his.My story.His revenge.Our child.Let the bloodbath begin.
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