Spend the festive season with a mafia boss | BAD SANTA @kirutaye #romanticsuspense #99c

Title: Osagie: Bad Santa

Author: Kiru Taye

Series: Enders #3

Genre: Romantic Suspense

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Although Gina Badu is a good girl all-year-round, she knows her Christmas wish will never come true. Not with a recent divorce, late parents and a sister who courts trouble.

Then Santa abducts her in the middle of the night. Except this Santa is terrible—a silver fox of a tattooed fallen angel.

Osagie Peters is a ruthless, cartel boss whose dark soul threatens to consume her. He scares her as much as he fascinates her. It seems he’s got her on the naughty list. Still, there’s a chance she might have a Merry Christmas after all.

Celebrate the festive season Yadili style. Osagie: Bad Santa is an Enders series romantic suspense novella and is the prequel to Osagie: King of Clubs. Osagie was first introduced in Xandra: Killer of Kings, Enders series book 2.

Content warning: kidnapping.

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EXCERPT

Osagie: Bad Santa © Kiru Taye 2020

Something woke Gina in the middle of the night. She didn’t dream a lot, and she rarely had nightmares.

Opening her eyes, she stared up at the ceiling in the gloom. Yellow light from the streetlamp streaked in weakly. The estate had its own power generation which stayed on twenty-four-seven.

She didn’t like having the AC on at night, so she kept the window open to get as much air in as possible. It didn’t help. The cotton t-shirt she slept in clung damply to her breasts.

“Hello, Georgina,” a rumbling voice spoke in the darkness.

She bolted upright, heart thudding, her eyes scanning the darkness.

Nobody used her full name except her parents. They’d been expecting a boy before she’d been born and would have named him George. She’d turned up. Hence Georgina.

However, these days, she introduced herself as Gina. And since she didn’t believe in ghosts, her parents were not in her apartment right now.

“Who’s that?”

A shadow moved forward at the foot of the bed, and she reached for the light switch.

“Don’t do that.” The voice was low and rumbling, a warning.

Her hand froze mid-air, and she pulled it back.

Did it matter if she saw the face of the person who was about to murder her in bed?

From the silhouette, the person was tall, broad and in dark clothing. The voice was deep enough to be masculine. The cut and shimmer of the jacket identified that he wore a suit.

“Who are you?” She swallowed. Her throat had gone dry, and her voice sounded sharp.

“My name is Osagie,” he replied in a wonderfully rich timbre, velvety and chocolaty.

Something in his deep voice had a weirdly calming effect, considering the situation.

She should’ve been freaking out at having a stranger in her room in the middle of the night. Instead, the almost familiar, rich quality of his voice fascinated her.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

“I don’t want you to panic,” he continued.

A cold finger of fear slithered down her spine, triggering her fight or flight mode.

“I shouldn’t panic. Are you freaking kidding me right now? There’s a stranger in my house, and he’s telling me not to panic—”

“Georgina.”

Shit. The calm way he said her name was both sexy and threatening.

Clamping her mouth shut, she held her breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She’d probably pissed him off. When she was agitated, she talked a lot, a natural response.

He stepped forward so that the weak light from the window hit one side of his face.

Recognition dawned on her. She’d seen that face before. Seen him. This morning.