What’s worse than sleeping with a stranger? Finding out he’s a ghost. Then learning you’re pregnant with his baby. I was just chasing a mafia story. One reckless lead one dark alley one heartbeat from death... Until his fists saved me. Blood-spattered knuckles. Steel in his eyes. ""Ask about the Keans again "" he growled ""and I won't be there next time."" Flynn Tine was supposed to be one dangerous night. A forbidden rush wrapped in muscle shadows and secrets. Except Flynn doesn't exist. His real name? Flint Ifrinn. The rightful heir to a criminal empire the Keans burned to ashes. The vengeful phantom I should have fled from... Not let claim my body and mark my soul. Now I'm pregnant with the heir to a dead dynasty. Ronan Kean has me captive. And Flint is ready to paint Boston red to reclaim what's his. My story. His revenge. Our child. <