Some desires are better left untapped…

I didn't choose the life I'm living, and yet, I own it.

My relief from the violence and blood is through fiction novels.

No one knows and never will. It's not appropriate, nor would it ever be accepted.

As the son of the most violent mob boss in all of New York, I play the part well.

And love is the last thing on my mind. I'd lose it the minute I got it anyway.

So what's the point?

But then Grace appears.

A sweet, innocent, virginal librarian with a bend toward romance books, or that's what I see her holding in her pale fingers all the time.

She's far more than meets the eye, and from what I can tell, she's not looking for love either.

Just a dark encounter with a dangerous stranger in a quiet corner of the library.

Good. I'm the right man for the job.