Skyla Madi

On Her Guard Skyla Madi

I don't know how my life got so twisted. One day, I'm working as a cash guard, shooting the tires off a stolen vehicle, and the next I'm a guard for the only daughter of high-profile mob boss, Marco Ventilli. The twist? I've already met the five-foot-four, one-hundred-and-ten-pound bombshell that is Sera Ventilli. In fact, I've had her every way a man can have a woman, and if her father ever finds out, he'll skin me alive and bury me six feet under the hot sands of Las Vegas. I knew Sera looked like the worst kind of trouble-my gut told me she was-but she swore otherwise, and I lapped up every single lie she fed me, like a Goddamn idiot. All I had to do was keep the promise I made to my mother on her deathbed. Leave the Army, find a normal job and a good woman, and get on with my life. Yeah. So much for that.