Shreya Sengupta
Shreya Sengupta's Books(5)
The Mafia Boss And His Contract Wife
Mafia [CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, #3]
[Formerly known as *Laceration: The Game of Chains*]
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Marrying a stranger is one thing. But marrying a stranger related to the man you thought youโd marry is a whole other thing. What would you do in a situation like this? I, for one, fainted at my engagement party and almost drank my ass off to get through the wedding night.
Just when I thought things couldnโt get any worse, they did.
My husband offered me a contract, and I signed it, seeing his eagerness to get rid of me.
Spending an entire year under the same roof seemed like torture, especially when my dear husband kept making excuses to talk to me, to unnerve me and unravel me with his scorching touches.
Yet I liked it.
But he wasnโt mine. And his mistress had a lot to attest to that.
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Marriage for power. A wife ten years younger. And a tattoo. None of these was a part of my plan to thrive as a Mafioso, yet I didn't mind any of it. It was all because of that succubus.
My ruination disguised as a beautiful woman, now my bride.
I was a man known for my control and snide personality, yet neither helped me overcome my desire and need to taste her skin and when I finally did, I couldnโt have enough of it. The contract should've kept me away from her, should've helped me be the responsible adult and control my thoughts of having her pinned to the bed with her eyes only on me.
All I wanted then was to tear that piece of paper that ensured our freedom after a certain point. I could never free her, knowing how damning it could be.
There were just a few tiny problems.
Her father. My past. Infiltrated enemies.
And the damaging nightmares I had no control over.
The Mafia Lord And His Forbidden Princess
Romance CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, BOOK 2
[Also known as POSSESSION: THE GAME OF CLUBS]
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What is worse than being forced to marry a man youโve never even met? Iโll answer it. Drinking with a man whoโs off-limits and sleeping with him just to prove a point. Plus points, if heโs not the man you're supposed to marry.
After one drunken mistake with the enemy, I swore to never entertain him again.
But the next time we met, things turned a little too hot in the bathroom.
He was the enemy, one I should've known better than to involve myself with, but I couldnโt resist his unbreakable allure. His need for me kindled a spark that made me lose control and forget who I was.
Sex was not the only reason.
It was the way he softly whispered sweet words into my ears and the way he held me. It was the intensity with which he looked at me and made me feel desired.
There was one tiny problem.
His marriage was in four months.
To the woman who called me her friend.
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They say thereโs pleasure in tasting the things you cannot have. Forbidden passion has its own mind when deep-rooted inside someone. I never knew the depth of these words until I saw herโthe woman desired by many but touched by none.
She was the brightest pink rose in a sea full of white ones. She was covered in thorns, a boundary only I dared to cross because I had nothing to lose.
Only, she wasnโt mine, nor I, hers.
Every moment we spent together reminded us of the reality meant for us. Some sacrifices are made for the greater good, but what good comes from leaving behind the one thing you never had and have finally found?
She surrendered herself to me. Body and soul.
Until the end of our agreement.
So what if one of us wanted more in the end? What if the one was me? The Mafia Lord And His Spy Lover
Romance CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, BOOK 1
[Also known as PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS]
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When my mother's declining health forced me to reconsider my career options, my boss steered me in an unexpected direction. The was simple: get in, get the information, and get the out.
Except, it wasn't that easy.
Especially when my target was the most nefarious man alive in New York.
The closer I got to him, the more I saw sides of him I never expected. He burned me with his scorching touch, demanding and eager gazes. He was determined to have me at all costs.
One might think he would stop at that, butโdevil, help meโhe needed more. More than I was ready to give.
There was a reason I never wanted to the Underworld.
When my past came crashing onto my doorstep, every lie unravelled, but nothing prepared me for the worst.
The truth about the connection between the man I desired and my dead sister.
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We all know what they say about sweet things: when consumed excessively, they turn from savoury to bitter. That was what she was. A poor excuse for a sweet I wanted to devour.
I wanted to make her suffer with the same intensity.
She deserved it. And so did her scheming sister.
Only, I didnโt know the latter was dead, and I might be the one at fault.
But did that stop me from craving her? , no. My desire to have her magnified. She became mine the moment she walked into my life with those hauntingly blue eyes.
She could give me the one thing I never had in life: happiness.
But being the master at ruining everything, how could I ever be the man she wanted me to be? The Billionaire's Gambit Play-Act
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They say one night of recklessness doesn't hurt. Well, they probably have never been in a scandal involving a conceited, rude billionaire who thinks he can just waltz into my life and dictate it.
Yes, that's right.
Jordan Sykes thought I was an easy woman, so when the news about our long-hidden romance, which, by the way, I had no idea of, goes out, he has no problem admitting to the entire world that heโs in love with me.
Geez, we only had sex that one time.
And as much as I hate it, I canโt deny how good it was.
Neither can I deny the need for more. But Iโm a grown woman, well capable of controlling my urges.
So when he walks into my aunt's cafe and proposes the idea of fake dating, just for some sort of inheritance game, I say no. Unfortunately, he knows one weak point of mine and thus begins our gambitโa play-act to fool the millions of prying eyes, but most importantly, his cunning family.
Do you remember when I said I could control my urges?
I didnโt know I would have to see him again, let alone spend one year in the same apartment with him as his fake girlfriend.
Well, Iโm screwed. The Billionaire's Second Endeavour
Billionaires THE NEW YORK BACHELORS CLUB, #1
Formerly known as HEALING MR. BROWN
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My celibacy had nothing to do with god. I couldn't care less about sleeping around. The problem was I was afraid of touches. Yeah, that's right. Intimacy didn't bother me as long as it was more on the emotional level.
That changed when I met Vincent Brown. He was the epitome of trouble wrapped in a dark-haired, six-foot, brawny body.
Yet his touch didn't unnerve me. Worse, I loved the way it felt.
Our relationship started as strangers in a one-night stand and then on a tour around Paris before going back to our different paths.
After five years of avoiding him, who would've thought we would cross paths at a wedding, of all places?
Now that he knows who I am, he's determined to make me stay. He's too hard to deny when he looks at me like I'm the only meal he wants to have and touches me as if I consume every being in his body.
Only he doesn't know the burden I carry.
And the reason I feared being touched.
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She was the perfect balance of fun, humour and strength with a beautiful soul and the most delicious scent I've smelled. When she proposed the idea of remaining strangers, I couldn't have cared less, but that was before I knew her.
Five years since and she's still on my mind.
When I find her again, it's like she's not the same person anymore. I'm torn between wanting to pull her close and letting her go to protect her from the demons I can't control.
Being a selfish arse, you can probably guess which option I would choose.
In my quest to know more about her, I come across things I least expect. They say secrets can crumble even the strongest castles, but it's okay to lie to protect the ones you love, though, right?
Except I doubt she believes the same.
If she learns of the things I've been hiding for the past five years, she wouldn't see me the same way.
Plus, I know her brother's death wasn't a hit-and-run case.
