A brutal, domineering, and lethally beautiful monster with a body built for violence. Ares Drakos—new king of the Drakos Mafia family—is every inch the God of War he’s named after.
And now, I’m being forced to be his wife.
Our unholy union is meant to end the bloodshed between Irish and Greek. A rising tide to lift all ships.
We’re a match made in hell. And if we can’t stop from killing each other, “until death do us part” might happen before we can say “I do”.
It’s not supposed to be real. Until it becomes something else.
Something dark, dangerous, and deliciously deviant.
The God of War might be invading my bed, my dreams, and my every sinful desire.
But there’s one thing he’ll never conquer.
My heart.