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The Devil’s Den by Lilian Harris


Title: The Devil’s Den by Lillian Harris

Series: Cavaleri brothers, book 4

Genre: Dark mafia romance, and it’s not a standalone

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He was the boy held captive in the basement. I was the girl who knew.

But I never told a soul. I had innocent lives to protect. And this was the only way.

He was my friend first. My lover second. We wanted to be free, to make a life together. But that was a dream we knew would never come true.

Prisoners of my ruthless father, we could not escape the horror we were forced to endure-until I drew a weapon on the only boy who ever loved me.

And as they drag me away, screaming his name, I hope he’s still breathing.

Because our story, it’s not over yet.

* * * * Author note: This story contains dark themes and scenes depicting SA.

#LilianHarris #thedevilsden


Dark Friends to Loversโ 

Mafia Romanceโ 



Emotional Traumaโ 

Slow Burn


โ€œWhat are you thinking about?โ€ he asks, rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand, my head lying over his shoulder.

โ€œThat I have ugly hair.โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€ He jerks his head back in an instant. โ€œWho gave you that idea?โ€ The way he stares, itโ€™s not with anger at me, but for what I just said.

I shrug, avoiding his gaze by staring at my bare feet. After a few seconds, he snakes a hand under his pillow and retrieves something. In his palm is the notepad I once gave him.

But as I look at it, as he turns to open a page, I let out a small gasp, my stomach flipping all over again.

I canโ€™t stop staring.

My breathing goes ragged.

Iโ€™m there on the page, in a long wispy dress, my hair caught in the wind, skipping among flowers, butterflies floating around me, like he knew thatโ€™s how he makes me feel. But thatโ€™s silly, of course, thereโ€™d be butterflies in a meadow. Thatโ€™s what this is. He continues to turn, page after page, and I find more of me on every single one.

Heโ€™s been drawing me this whole time? Why?

He gazes straight at me, the crooked smile reaching the far corner of his mouth. โ€œYour hair reminds me of the sun, and the sun is beautiful.โ€

My heart flutters in my chest, tears growing within my eyes. And his face, the one that barely ever smiles anymore, grins so wide for me now. โ€œDid you just call me beautiful?โ€ I whisper with a thread of shock, because thereโ€™s no way he said that.

He raises a shoulder with a smirk. โ€œI may have.โ€

My mouth spreads into a smile of my own, those butterflies in my stomach flying higher. And my head, it falls right over his shoulder, his arm draping around my back. โ€œI think youโ€™re kinda beautiful too.โ€

With a deep sigh, his head slants over mine and we stay that way until itโ€™s time for me to go, wishing I didnโ€™t have to.

Meet the Author

For Lilian, a love of writing began with a love of books. From Goosebumps to romance novels with sexy men on the cover, she loved them all. Itโ€™s no surprise that at the age of eight she started writing poetry and lyrics, and hasnโ€™t stopped writing since. She was born in Azerbaijan, and currently resides in Long Island, N.Y. with her husband, three kids, and a dog named Gatorade. Even though she has a law degree, she isnโ€™t practicing. When she isnโ€™t writing or reading, Lilian is baking or cooking up a storm. And once the kids are in bed, thereโ€™s usually a glass of red in her hand. Canโ€™t just survive on coffee alone! Lilian would love to connect with you! WEBSITE: MAILING LIST: BOOKBUB: FACEBOOK: INSTAGRAM: TWITTER: GOODREADS: EMAIL:

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