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He expected a mafia princess but sheโ€™s so much more.

Dangerโ€™s Heir, a sexy romantic suspense novel set in the mafia world from New York Times bestselling author Mari Carr and award-winning author Lila Dubois is out now!

She fell in love, got marriedโ€ฆand it was all a lie.
They expected a mafia princess, but when Rodrigo meets the woman his father is forcing him to marry, he realizes Giada is much more than she seems. Smart and dangerous, sheโ€™s the kind of woman he could loveโ€ฆtoo bad everything heโ€™s about to tell her is a lie.
Casson knows Rodrigo is in too deep. Rodrigoโ€™s undercover mission as the heir to a powerful Camorra don should have ended long ago, but now heโ€™s engaged to the daughter of another dangerous man, and itโ€™s Cassonโ€™s job to pull him out.

Thereโ€™s just one problem. Giada.
Sheโ€™s nothing either man expected, and everything they want. The last thing they expect is for Giada to invite both of them to her bed.
As the wedding day looms closer, and enemies close in, the line between what’s real and what’s a lie becomes blurred, and Rodrigo and Casson have to decide if love is enough. And if they should tell her the truth.
Unfortunately, thereโ€™s someone else waiting in the wings to make sure they never say โ€œI do.โ€

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Chapter One

Rome wouldnโ€™t burn again if he could help it.

Antonio Starabba slid into his desk chair with a sigh. He would have stifled the sigh if thereโ€™d been anyone else in the room besides his husband and wife. Karl was working, papers spread out on the low table in the center of the small seating area. Leila was occupied with something less casual. She was disassembling and reassembling a sniper rifle with alarming quickness.

Antonio wasnโ€™t one for guns, but his wife was sexy in a very dangerous way while holding a large gun. No one but himself and Karl ever got to see her with it, since on those occasions that she reactivated her expertise as a sniper, her targets never saw her.

โ€œYou donโ€™t have to stay,โ€ Antonio said in Italian. His spouses were now fluent in the language of Antonioโ€™s home territory.

โ€œDo you want us to leave?โ€ Karl didnโ€™t look up.


โ€œThen weโ€™ll stay for quiet moral support.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not going to be quiet.โ€ Leila smiled. โ€œIโ€™ll keep practicing. One of them might recognize the sound.โ€

โ€œIs it a good idea to threaten the fleet admiral?โ€ Now Karl did look up.

โ€œIโ€™m not threatening him.โ€ There was a sinister clack as she popped a piece into place. โ€œThis is for those morons in Castile.โ€

Antonio grunted his agreement with that statement even as he turned on his computer. It would take a few minutes for the secure video chat to come online.

โ€œHowโ€™s Milo?โ€ Karl asked.

Asking about Milo Moretti wasnโ€™t the subject jump it might have seemed. Miloโ€™s wife was the flashpoint for their current crisis, through no fault of her own. Several months ago, Dr. Talya Maes had been kidnapped by the mafia. Sheโ€™d been held prisoner alongside human trafficking victims, but sheโ€™d been taken to help the Camorra with a very different sort of crime. Theyโ€™d wanted Talya to create a bio-weapon. A drug that would turn people into caution-less super soldiers.

The entire Talya situation had been a mess from beginning to end. First because despite the fact that Talya was a member of the Mastersโ€™ Admiralty, Europe’s oldest still-functioning secret society, no one had noticed sheโ€™d gone missing. The society was divided geographically into nine territories, whose borders were based on maps and empires far older than modern Europe. It just so happened that Talya had lived along one of the borders, which cut through modern-day Belgium, and each territory thought she was a member of the other.

Antonio had publicly expressed disapproval with the admirals of France and Germany for failing Talya, but secretly he felt sorry for them. Being the head of a territory wasnโ€™t easy, or fun. Antonio had never wanted to be a territory leader. Never wanted to be admiral of Rome, which encompassed Italy, all the coastline of the Adriatic sea, and the major islands in the Mediterranean. However, that was exactly what heโ€™d become after his father, the previous admiral had been severely wounded in a bombing. Antonio had been named acting admiral while his father recovered, and eventually his father had stepped down. Antonio had expected his father to resume the admiralship, but his fatherโ€™s long recovery, coupled with his pride at seeing Antonio holding the position of admiral, had pushed him to retire.

The position of admiral of Rome should have gone to his sister, Sophia. Instead she was now living in England, both the territory and the modern-day country, and married to two good men, including Englandโ€™s admiral. She would have made a brilliant admiral if fate, and the previous fleet admiral, hadnโ€™t intervened. But her leadership and skills hadnโ€™t been wasted. When the current fleet admiral, Eric Ericsson, whom Antonio was about to meet with, had taken an unplanned, unsanctioned vacation, Sophia was the one heโ€™d left in charge. Sophia, whoโ€™d been taught to lead, negotiate, and manipulate since she could talk, was also the lead on building a relationship with the Americans, but that was a separate issue.

Talya Maesโ€™ months of imprisonment by the Camorra ended when a Spanish member was also kidnapped, and one of Antonioโ€™s security officers, Milo Moretti, helped orchestrate her rescue. Milo had seen Talya during that op and vowed to return to free her even before anyone knew that she was a member of the Mastersโ€™ Admiralty.

And if the rescue had been the end of Talya, Milo, and Henriโ€™s story, Antonio wouldnโ€™t be having this meeting.

His computer dinged, signaling that the meeting was connecting.

โ€œHold on, let me get back to the part that makes the scary noise,โ€ Leila muttered, quickly disassembling the long rifle.

โ€œYouโ€™re terrifying sometimes.โ€ Karl murmured, still engrossed in his work.

โ€œThank you.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re welcome, geliefde.โ€

Antonio smiled at his spouses, but quickly blanked his expression as his camera turned on.

Three video windows appeared, including his own. In the first, two men sat side by side in a dim concrete room. From the intel Antonio had on Castile-โ€“the territory that contained modern-day Spain and Portugalโ€“-Antonio assumed they were calling from the bunker-like ops headquarters in the basement of one of the territory-owned buildings.

Admiral Santiago De Leon was older and, while fairly new in his position, he was a powerful admiral. The man beside him, Vicente Coval, was also powerful, but in a dark, deadly way that befit a security minister. Each territory was ruled by three people, with the admiral as the main power. However, an admiral could be overruled by his vice admiral and security minister. The trinity checks and balances system was meant to stop any one admiral from abusing their power, though as Hungary could attest to, that didnโ€™t always work.

The leadership was a trinity, as were the relationships among members. The defining characteristic of the Mastersโ€™ Admiralty was arranged marriages between three people. Antonio had grown up in the society and, to him, the idea of a relationship with just two people feltโ€ฆunbalanced and odd.

The third window held the fourth attendee of this meeting. The fleet admiral was the leader of the society. Not part of any territory, the fleet admiralโ€™s power was checked not by a trinity leadership model, but by the nine territory admirals.

Antonio examined Eric and acknowledged to himself that if the time ever came that they needed to move against the fleet admiral, heโ€™d have Leila shoot him from a distance.

For a moment there was heavy silence, then Eric spoke.

โ€œI was going to sing.โ€

Antonio sighed to himself, Leila smothered a snort, and Karl looked up, his glasses making him look ridiculously sexy.

โ€œSing, Fleet Admiral?โ€ Santiago asked with a quick smile.

โ€œHave you seen The Sound of Music? Remember that โ€˜problem like Mariaโ€™ song?โ€ Theyโ€™d been speaking French, but he switched to English. โ€œI was going to make it โ€˜problem like Rodrigoโ€™ but I couldnโ€™t get the verses to fit. Hard to rhyme stuff with mafia.โ€

โ€œThe Camorra,โ€ Antonio said. โ€œNot just the mafia.โ€

Eric leaned back in his chair, seeming to consider. โ€œNo, I donโ€™t think that makes the rhyming easier. English is a ridiculous language.โ€

That they could all agree on, since both Castellano and Italian were clearly superior. Antonio wasnโ€™t sure about Ericโ€™s native Danish, but Leila said it was a beautiful language.

โ€œRodrigo is not a problem,โ€ Vicente said, cutting through the light moment.

โ€œYes, he is,โ€ Antonio countered. โ€œHeโ€™s clearly defected. Understandable, but not an excuse.โ€

During the prep to save Talya, it was discovered that Rodrigo was the secret son of a Camorra don. That same don was holding Talya Maes, so Rodrigo had been sent in to the mafiaโ€“it could hardly be called undercover since it was his real identityโ€“to rescue her. Talya was safe, finally, but Rodrigo had refused to back out.

Antonio felt sympathy for the man, but it didnโ€™t change the facts. โ€œHeโ€™s given up hisโ€“โ€

โ€œHeโ€™s given up nothing. He is still one of us. Still loyal,โ€ Vicente insisted.

Antonio understood the other manโ€™s stout defense. As security minister of Castile, Vicente was the leader of that territoryโ€™s security officers. While law and order within the society was overseen by the knights, headed by the vice admiral, the quiet, dangerous work was the purview of the security officers. Antonio had been a security officer before being forced into the position of admiral. And Rodrigo, the subject of todayโ€™s meeting, wasโ€ฆhad beenโ€ฆa security officer for Castile.

โ€œHe kidnappedโ€ฆre-kidnappedโ€ฆDr. Maes,โ€ Antonio said. โ€œHis job was to rescue her, which he did, and he should have stopped there.โ€

โ€œShe came to no harm,โ€ Vicente countered. โ€œIf youโ€™d spoken to Talya, as I have, you would know that Rodrigo didnโ€™t hurt her.โ€

โ€œI have spoken to Dr. Maes, as she is now a member of my territory, and married to one of my security officers.โ€

Milo was more than just a security officer. Milo was Antonioโ€™s friend, but he wouldnโ€™t disclose anything so personal in this venue.

โ€œIf you object to the burning of your territory, that was your man, not Rodrigo.โ€

After Rodrigo kidnapped Dr. Maes, Milo and Henri Fortin had chased him across France and Italy. As they pursued, they waged a small war. Billionaire Henri had attacked the Camorra on paper, buying up companies and taking control of ports they used. Milo had been more directโ€“heโ€™d set fire to every Camorra property he could find. Privately, Antonio had asked Milo what the fuck heโ€™d been thinking, as all that property damage was risky and drew attention. Milo had replied that Antonio should be grateful heโ€™d chosen fire and not C4.

โ€œDid you fiddle?โ€ Eric asked.

Antonioโ€™s eye twitched. That joke was getting old, even if he himself had been thinking something along those lines. โ€œIโ€™m no Nero, and this isnโ€™t about the fires. Itโ€™s about Rodrigo. Heโ€™s his fatherโ€™s son.โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ Vicente insisted. โ€œHe never hurt Talya. And his plan worked. The Camorra think her drug isnโ€™t viable. The kidnapping is regrettable, but there was no lasting harm from it.โ€

Leila and Karl both stiffened. It was slight, but Antonio caught it. Theyโ€™d both been taken by a serial killer. Kidnapped and tortured, they no longer had nightmares, but what had happened would always be a part of them.

โ€œIf you believe that, then I pity your wife,โ€ Antonio snarled. Gabriella, the Spanish heiress whose kidnapping had exposed Talyaโ€™s captivity, was Vicenteโ€™s spouse.

Vicenteโ€™s expression, already cold, froze.

โ€œAntonio,โ€ Eric warned.

โ€œIf heโ€™s ignoring how his wife sufferedโ€“โ€

โ€œDo not speak about my wife.โ€

โ€œโ€“then she deserves better.โ€

โ€œAdmiral Starabba,โ€ Eric barked. โ€œStop.โ€

Strangely, Vicente seemed to have calmed with Antonioโ€™s final words. โ€œShe does deserve better,โ€ he said. โ€œBoth of my spouses do.โ€

โ€œNo more talking about anyoneโ€™s wives,โ€ Eric declared.

Leila snapped two pieces of the rifle together, the noise loud and sharp.

Vicenteโ€™s eyes narrowed. He clearly recognized that sound.

On screen, Eric put his elbows on his desk and his head in his hands. โ€œHej, Leila.โ€

โ€œHej flรฅdeadmiral,โ€ she called out.

โ€œI thought this meeting was private.โ€ Santiago raised a brow.

โ€œTheyโ€™re here because Leila is the one who saw the article,โ€ Antonio said.

There was silence before Eric lifted his head from his hands. โ€œOkay, Iโ€™ll bite. What article?โ€

Antonio grabbed his mouse. โ€œI told you that Rodrigo is lost to us. He belongs to the Camorra.โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ Vicente insisted. โ€œThereโ€™s a reason heโ€™s still undercover. He is a good operative, and we need to trust him.โ€

Abruptly tired, Antonio shared his screen, showing everyone else the newspaper article Leila had seen. Antonio half expected that maybe Vicente already knew about it. It would make sense for him to have alerts set up to notify him of any mention of Rodrigo. But then again, he probably had alerts set up to notify him when police reports or crime information with Rodrigoโ€™s name appeared.

He probably didnโ€™t have an alert set up for the society pages.

โ€œWhat am I looking at?โ€ Eric said.

Antonio opened a second document, which had the small announcement translated into both French and English.

โ€œOh shit.โ€ Eric sat back. โ€œRodrigo is getting married?โ€

โ€œRodrigo is getting married,โ€ Antonio confirmed. โ€œTo a mafia princess.โ€

Danger's Heir (Masters' Admiralty #9: Mafia #3)Danger’s Heir by Mari Carr
Tanya My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Dangerโ€™s Heir is Mastersโ€™ Admiralty #9 This is the first book that I have read of either of these authors. I know that each of the books in this series can be read as a standalone. I really feel that I missed out on so much of the story by not having read any of the other books.

The Prologue was confusing with all the introductions of characters. Again this might have been made up by having read the other books. I am glad that I kept reading this book. Because I ended up really liking this book.

This is Giada Russo, Rodrigo Capello and Casson Boteroโ€™s story. I want to go back and read more from this series, and I think I will start at book one. For now, once I got over my confusion, I enjoyed this book. 4 stars




About Mari Carr

Virginia native Mari Carr is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller of contemporary romance novels. With over one million copies of her books sold, Mari was the winner of the Romance Writers of Americaโ€™s Passionate Plume award for her novella, Erotic Research. She has over a hundred published works, including her popular Wild Irish and Compass books, along with the Trinity Masters series she writes with Lila Dubois.


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Lila Dubois is a multi-published, bestselling author of erotic, paranormal and fantasy romance. Her books have been nominated for many awards including RT Book Reviews Erotic Novella for Undone Rebel and the Golden Flogger. Having spent extensive time in France, Egypt, Turkey, Ireland and England Lila speaks five languages, none of them (including English) fluently. Lila lives in California with her own Irish Farm Boy and loves receiving email from readers.


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