He's the brother they don't talk about at dinner. I'm the doctor working off my brother's debt at three in the morning. He doesn't speak. I never shut up. Somehow that's the problem.
Two hundred grand. That's what my brother owed the wrong people, and that's why a board-certified trauma surgeon spends her nights digging bullets out of the Solari family instead of, you know, in a hospital. Four more years and I'm free.
Matteo Solari is the one who handles the family's debts. Silent. Lethal. A man who communicates in body counts and the occasional grunt. The first night I stitched him up without anaesthetic, I told him to hold still or I'd sew my initials in him.
He smiled. Like no one had ever called him an idiot to his face.
Now he keeps turning up where he doesn't need to be. And I can't want him — I owe his family money, he's the man who collects, the math doesn't work —
— so he did the one thing I never saw coming. He cleared my debt. All of it. And then he disappeared, so I'd find out I was free with nothing owed between us.
He set me loose so I could leave him.
The silent, enormous, romantic idiot.
Book 3 of The Solari Brothers. A touch-her-and-die enforcer, a foul-mouthed surgeon, and the difference between being owned and being chosen. Full-length standalone with a guaranteed HEA. 18+ for language and heat.
Genre: Romance
Two hundred grand. That's what my brother owed the wrong people, and that's why a board-certified trauma surgeon spends her nights digging bullets out of the Solari family instead of, you know, in a hospital. Four more years and I'm free.
Matteo Solari is the one who handles the family's debts. Silent. Lethal. A man who communicates in body counts and the occasional grunt. The first night I stitched him up without anaesthetic, I told him to hold still or I'd sew my initials in him.
He smiled. Like no one had ever called him an idiot to his face.
Now he keeps turning up where he doesn't need to be. And I can't want him — I owe his family money, he's the man who collects, the math doesn't work —
— so he did the one thing I never saw coming. He cleared my debt. All of it. And then he disappeared, so I'd find out I was free with nothing owed between us.
He set me loose so I could leave him.
The silent, enormous, romantic idiot.
Book 3 of The Solari Brothers. A touch-her-and-die enforcer, a foul-mouthed surgeon, and the difference between being owned and being chosen. Full-length standalone with a guaranteed HEA. 18+ for language and heat.
Genre: Romance
Used availability for Cora J Riley's Twisted Debt