His Promised Chaste Bride

“Our gaze locks studying me like he's trying to piece something together. My breath catches in my throat. There's a deep, jagged scar that runs from beneath his left eye down to just under his ear. Instead of making him look rough, it only adds to his untamed, dangerous sex appeal. My eyes drift lower, down to his neck. A dragon tattoo. The moment I see it, my body tenses. He didn't flinch under my stare. He is breathtaking-mysterious, dark, and dangerously sexy. Every inch of him radiates strength, from his broad shoulders to the way his muscles flex under his shirt. There's something raw and powerful about him, something that sends desires down my clits I swallow hard, my throat dry. My gaze is fixed on his onyx eyes, so dark as they blend into the shadows. But there's something eerily familiar. "Why are you here?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, as his fingers trail down my cheek, tracing the curve of my jaw with a slow touch. "I... I don't-" My voice is tangled in a haze of alcohol and something far more dangerous. A smirk tugs at his lips. "I know what you're thinking," he murmurs, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. "You want me to take you. To make you forget." Heat floods my body, and I can't stop myself from nodding. "Just for tonight," I breathe. "Make me forget." *** Alessia's arranged marriage to Vincenzo Moretti is meant to end a bloody feud between their families. But fate twists their destiny when they share a passionate night before the wedding. Vincenzo's contempt for Alessia's recklessness ignites a fiery tension between them. As they go through the dark world of mafia politics, Alessia must confront her worth when her father brands her a "chased bride." Will their marriage be the key to peace, or will it ignite a new wave of violence? Will their love survive Vincenzo's darkness, family secrets, and the weight of their families' hatred? Can Alessia redeem herself in Vincenzo's eyes, or will their union be forever tainted by the secrets of their past?”