Book One
Until Death Wakes Her
I Woke Up as the Wife Who Dies in Chapter Two.
I died in a Chicago crosswalk with my phone in my hand, reading the dark-mafia romance I’d already read three times.
Not as the heroine. As Vivienne Marchetti. The cold, beautiful first wife the novel disposes of at a family dinner in chapter two. Poisoned. Forgotten. A footnote in someone else’s love story.
The worst part isn’t the danger. It’s Dominic. The don. My husband. He is nothing the novel described.
Open-door heat. HEA at series end.
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