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Mafia King: A Mafia Royals Novella, an all new must read standalone novella from New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken and 1,001 Dark Nights, is available now!

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her Mafia Royals series…

One of the first rules they give you when you’re undercover—never fall for the enemy.
I didn’t just fall for the enemy.
I became what I was supposed to hate.
What’s worse: I fell in love with one.
I live a double life, and both sides know it’s only a matter of time before I’m forced to choose.
Rebirth through mafia blood.
Or death at the hands of the very government I swore to protect.
I have one more job before my time’s up.
I just wish it was anything but babysitting a mafia princess who’s half my size but knows how to pack such a brutal punch I worry about my ability to have children.
Tin’s small but terrifying.
And I’m her new bodyguard while we all go on a much-needed vacation.
I just have to stick to the plan.
And remember rule number one.
And stop kissing her.

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Excerpt

The door slammed. 

“Honey, I’m home…” I said to myself with a grin. 

I had a bottle of wine out on the living room table, my shoes on the glass as I leaned back and took a swig from my goblet—because why not get fancy at two in the afternoon? 

“It’s ten a.m,” came Tank’s annoyed voice. 

Or ten in the morning…whoops.

“I don’t own a watch.” I shrugged. 

“What’s that on your left wrist, then?”

“Oh, that?” I shrugged. “It’s an Apple watch used strictly for heart rate and exercise purposes.”

“Exercise to you is opening your mouth and closing it, Tiny.” He made it farther into the room, and I tried…I really did. I tried not to check him out. 

Not to stare at his golden skin. 

His bulging biceps beneath his plain black t-shirt. 

The new ink poking out from the V of that same shirt. 

Would he get the Abandonato crest like the rest of the Family? 

I shivered. 

He would look so hot with it across his chest. 

Our crest. 

Mine. 

I shifted my eyes away too slowly, and he caught them with his green-eyed gaze before he licked his full lips like he saw something else he wanted to lick. 

He always looked at me that way—with both annoyance and need. 

And I never knew how to take it. 

On one hand, I wanted to believe the need trumped any annoyance he felt for me, but I knew how he saw me. 

As a spoiled brat with a silver spoon stuck up her ass. 

And even worse now that I was older. 

Now that I was…different. 

“You added more blue.” He jutted his chin toward me and sat down on the chair across from the sofa I was lying on. 

“Yup.” I examined my black nail polish. “I felt like it wasn’t making a strong enough statement.”

He snorted out a laugh. “And what sort of statement were you going for? Gothic chic?”

“What?” I glared at him. “You don’t like it.”

“It’s not you.”

Disappointment threatened to choke me, and shame crawled up my neck by way of a harsh red flush. “You don’t know me.”

“I did.” He locked eyes with me. “Or I thought I did.”


About Rachel Van Dyken
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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There is no greater feeling than with only a few words being transported from reality into a fictional world that is so illustratively written that the author makes you feel as though you’re a part of this magical world she created because as they say in the mafia, blood in, no out, and that same sentiment applies to those of us who have been enraptured by this series.

Kartini, known as Tiny, and while she may be small in stature, on the outside she’s a wrecking ball of sassy and rebellious, and all of that makes the perfect mask for obscuring the parts of her that she’s not willing to let others see.

Tank, oh my starry days, this man, he’s growly, irritated, and a blend of deviant and sweet like only a mafia man can be because it’s not “normal” sweet, it’s mafia sweet.

Tank and Tiny’s chemistry is off the charts before they even lay a finger on one another, but add in some uneven ground and an offered arm, and 2 souls begin to intertwine forming an inextinguishable soul-searing connection.

Tank and Tiny are in a battle of wits, and push one another’s buttons like it’s their job, and it masterfully feeds the flame between them causing a combustible tension. They are all sorts of witty, flirty, and fiery which was as hot as it was amusing.

Mafia King is a novella that delivers soul-searing chemistry, an emotional punch, witty banter, suspense, steam, and 5 mob families that have a way of ensnaring you. Blood in. No out.

Rachel Van Dyken’s ability to weave words into an enthralling story is nothing short of wizardly. She ever so eloquently pulls you from reality with a few words and places you directly into the world she’s created, and not once are you released from that world until you’ve finished the very last word.

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