Let’s be honest: the mafia romance genre is clogged with carbon-copy antiheroes who growl “mine” and heroines who trip into danger. So when I picked up Sinners Anonymous , I expected the usual toxic-possessive-daddy-issues cocktail. What I got was a surprisingly witty, morally chaotic, and genuinely addictive read that’s less Godfather and more Godfather if Michael Corleone had a praise kink and a dark sense of humor .

Angelo “The Angel of Death” Visconti is the ruthless heir to a mafia empire. Rory, our heroine, is trapped in an engagement to his dying, cruel uncle (yes, that uncle). To escape, she anonymously calls a mafia sin hotline— Sinners Anonymous —where confessed sins are absolved for a price. Guess who answers? You can see the collision course from space, but the journey is deliciously twisted.

Would I recommend it? Yes—to my most unhinged book club friend. 😈

(Deducted half a star for a third-act conflict that felt slightly rushed, but the epilogue more than makes up for it.)