Dressed to Kill

Wayward Heirs, Book One. Signed by me, packed by me, and the only place in the world you can get it that way.

I've been the most dangerous man in every room I've walked into for twenty years.
Then I met Finlay Gallagher.
The Italians left him chained to a radiator in a warehouse on the east side of Columbus — half-starved, hours from death, and worth more to them dead than alive. Twenty-two years old with clever hands, a smart mouth, and a talent for leatherwork men were willing to kill for.
I should have put a bullet in him.
Instead, I brought him home.
Now he sleeps down the hall in cuffs he picks every damn night. He eats at my table. Wears my shirts like he belongs there. Touches me like he already knows the worst parts of me.
The worst part is he does.
I'm forty years old. Three decades in the vory. Two prison stretches. I've killed men for less than what that boy does to me with a look.
The Italians want him back.
They want his hands. His mouth. His talent.
They want the one thing in this world I've decided is mine.
They can come and fucking try.

DRESSED TO KILL is a dual POV dark MM mafia romance with an 18-year age gap, bi awakening, and a morally black Russian mafia enforcer obsessed with his Scottish captive. No third act breakup. HEA guaranteed.

What you're getting

A signed paperback, inscribed on the title page. Want it made out to someone? Leave a name in the order notes and I'll write it in.

This is the book most people meet me through. If you've never read a Waywardverse book, it's a fine place to start — you don't need Wayward Sons first.

Before you order

Dark MM mafia romance, and I mean the dark part. Full content warnings are here.

Your copy is printed after you order it, and the printer's timelines have been unpredictable this year — allow 4–6 weeks. I'll email you the day yours goes out. US only, and it comes from my house, so it's me you talk to if anything's wrong.