Saltwater Sutures A Dark Mafia Romance

What do you do when the man you save from the water doesn't know who he is—and the family you stitch up for will kill you both if they find out? In the basement beneath her study, the surgeon operates on men who don't exist. No records. No windows. No witnesses. The Marchetti family pays her silence in blood and cash, and she has learned not to ask names. But when a stranger is pulled from Blackthatch harbor—bullet-wounded, half-drowned, and stripped of every memory—her rules begin to fray. He doesn't know who shot him. He doesn't know who he was running from. He only knows her voice, her hands, and the way the harbor tastes like salt and secrets. As the stitches heal, the danger sharpens. The Marchetti soldiers are asking questions. The stranger's tattoo—a compass rose pointing north—hints at a past that refuses to stay buried. And the surgeon, who has spent years burying her own ghosts, finds herself choosing between the devil she knows and the man she is forbidden to want. Bullet Points: A surgeon bound to the mob by blood, debt, and the silence of her basement An amnesiac stranger with a bullet in his side and a compass tattoo on his chest A harbor town where the tide carries away bodies—and brings back the dead A romance forged in antiseptic, secrets, and the space between sutures When the family finds out, the only thing sharper than her scalpel is the choice she must make If you crave dark romance where the heroine holds the knife, the hero holds the mystery, and the ocean keeps its secrets—read Saltwater Sutures tonight. The tide waits for no one.