The complete Made for the Mafia collection includes the following books:

HEARTLESS SINNER: Being in the mafia had its privileges. Being a capo in the Russo family had even more. When Marla came to me asking for help in avenging her brother’s death, I agreed . . . for a price. Marriage. To me. A mafia capo . . . the type of man she’d sworn off years ago. She would learn: Nothing in this life was free. And in exchange, I wanted her. Whether she could handle who I was… or not.

RUTHLESS SINNER: It was supposed to be a basic undercover op. Perform in a strip club, get close to my mark, and do whatever it took to coax him into spilling family secrets. Enticing him was simple. Made men like Marco Russo were more interested in seduction than marriage. Not to mention he was dark, dangerous and easy on the eyes. Our attraction was instant. Undeniable. Establishing a relationship with him was the easy part. Enticing him to share sensitive information took more finesse.

RECKLESS SINNER: I never wanted to join the family mafia business but they needed me, so I went to law school to protect my brothers from the blood they shed and the investigations they were under. I watched out for everyone. Thought I saw everything. Except her. Delaney was beautiful and my boss's daughter at the firm where I worked. She was off limits and I couldn’t afford to be distracted. I should never have touched her. One taste and I couldn’t let her go.

EXCERPT FROM HEARTLESS SINNER:

Vince cupped my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up into his eyes. “You need to value your life better. And if you won’t do it on your own, I’ll give you a little reminder of why you need to listen to me and follow my orders. Because I don’t need another heart attack like the one I got last night when I found you out in a dark alley with blood all over you.”

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “What sort of discipline did you have in mind?” I asked.

Vince didn’t smile, but his eyes softened somewhat. I realized in that moment I was probably doing something very stupid, inviting a capo to discipline me, of all things. But Vince had never hurt me or even looked like he wanted to.

Whether it was smart or not… I trusted him.

“How about you get over my knee,” Vince said, almost conversationally, “and count out ten spankings. Sound fair?”

Heat flowed through me so fast I felt dizzy with it. My body clenched, wishing for a pressure, a hardness inside of me that wasn’t there, and I realized I was trembling. I’d never had a fling who’d thought to do something like this, and any of the men who would’ve loved to do it, I never went out with. Those men would’ve loved hitting me other places, too, would’ve loved controlling everything about me until I was just a shell of my former self.

But there was a dark part of me that craved this sort of thing, and here was the man to give it to me.  A man with self-control and restraint, even while doling out a punishment.

I squirmed a little, trying to hide it but clearly failing as Vince’s eyes darkened. “You like that idea?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then strip.”