Trapped In Love

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair…

If only life were that easy.

When the Enforcer of the Cosa Nostra wants you on house arrest, you’re on house arrest. Unfortunately for me, that Enforcer also happens to be my father.
My sentence started the day I was born, and eighteen years later I have no release date in sight. I’m tired.
It’s time to finally get some answers about why I can’t go further than the property line.
Maybe if I get those answers, I can leave these metaphorical handcuffs behind and live my life out in the sun.
Only, I’m not expecting a husband that has more secrets than I know how to handle, a biker that kisses like sin and a bad boy that likes to pretend his stare doesn’t linger when I enter the room.