Mafia Daddy

The last thing eighteen-year-old Rowan needs is a protector in the Russian mob. I don't do relationships. Falling for boys is a surefire way to get yourself killed in the mob. Better to avoid young men with bashful smiles at all costs. Except one day, I see a boy named Rowan eating ice cream at my brother's engagement party. He's my brother's fiancé's best friend, and everything from the binky around his neck to the ducky socks on his feet calls out to my internal Daddy. Before I can stop mysel...