Series: Sex. Rock. Mafia.
Published by Self on 9/1/20
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Also in this series: Light My Fire
Darius is a man with power and control.
As a child in the Mumbai slums, living among lethal street gangs, all he cared about was his safety and where he would find his next meal.
That is, until the Madam of the most famed brothel in India finds him, offering him a life he can’t refuse.
As an intelligent, beautiful woman raised in a small mountain village, Gini never would have imagined a place like The Mansion exists.
Stolen by Darius into a dark underworld where the famed Mullah Omar arranges pleasure marriages to the highest bidder, Gini fights for survival.
At first frightened by the dangerous man who keeps her prisoner, Darius slowly becomes the one light in her dark world.
The Madam. The Mullah. The Protector. The Beauty.
Who will win when money reigns supreme and power is everything?
We’re celebrating the release of Love Her Madly (Sex. Rock. Mafia.) by International Bestselling author Jessica Ruben! This is the second stand alone novel in the series.
|I have been following Jessica Ruben since her debut and have loved everything she has written. Her characters and their stories will captivate you from start to finish. And I firmly believe she has outdone herself with Love Her Madly. A story that takes us across the world on a journey that is emotional, raw, passionate, and so much more.
Darius and Gini’s story is not an easy one. From poverty, will they find a way to overcome and make their dreams come true? What will those dreams cost then? I quickly became lost in their journey and devoured the book. When love matters, choices must be made. I want to share so much more, but the rest of the story must just be experienced as you read it. I would suggest reading the previous book first, Light My Fire, as both are worth the read. I am so excited to see what comes next from this author.
I push the button, and the music starts. The girls dance as they have been, in perfect sync. But this time, Darius is here. He changes everything. His muscles flex as he lifts Roshan, and she slides from his waist, downward, her body pressed against his until she’s on her knees before him. Suddenly, she pops up with the music, twirling as his hands move to her behind, sliding across her slim hips. His hands are so large that they surround her entire waist. Roshan spins around again and again before dropping down to the ground, this time into a perfect split.
I gasp because I can’t help it. Luckily, no one notices or hears. I’ve seen beautiful dancing. But this? This is something else entirely.
She rises, and their chests touch. His eyes stare directly at hers. I can’t help but touch my own chest with my hand. Darius and Roshan are mere inches apart, seemingly so entwined that even their breathing is in sync. I feel a pressure tugging into my soul. Watching this is … hurting me. Is there something between them? They are perfect together.
I look down at my own brown clothes, the sack for potatoes. Where I grew up, these differences between people were never possible. We all wore the same clothes. We slept in similar homes. We farmed. We worked. We helped each other. But here is a true hierarchy, like animals. And I’m at the lowest rung.