Under the Albanian Sun

On the run from the mafia, I fled across the ocean, clinging to the hope that distance could save me.

Instead, I stepped straight into the domain of a man whose power was whispered about more than spoken aloud—a man whose reach stretched further than the shadows I thought I’d escaped.

He was the one who made me an offer as tempting as it was terrifying. He promised to erase the threat stalking me, to restore the life I’d lost—but only if I gave him something in return: me.

The terms were simple. A summer in his world, day and night at his side. When I refused, his response was ice-cold: he’d deal with the person who ruined my life, with or without my permission.

Desperate to prevent more bloodshed, I agreed, but not without drawing a line. I would never share his bed.

Now all I have to do is survive the summer with Kian Cortes under the scorching Albanian Sun and resist the slow-burning pull between us that might destroy us both.