Unexpected Destiny by SJ Maylee

Thank you for having me today. I’m thrilled that Unexpected Destiny has released!

These assassins have really gotten a hold on me. I can’t wait till they all have their happily ever after. How did I get here, giving happy endings to assassins?

Initially I was looking to find love for a bad boy. Assassins aren’t usually the hero. They’re the villain. But I wanted to change all that. These four men came to me almost instantly. In no time, I had bits of each of their stories. I knew I had to write it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly on these men who want to save the lives of those who can’t get the help they so desperately need, whose lives are in immediate danger.

Now that I’ve pulled that string, I see a whole mess of stories. Once I tell the stories of these four men, more will come. Great things are in store. I can’t wait to experience it all.

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Unexpected Destiny

Assassins and Sweethearts Series

by S.J. Maylee

Contemporary Erotic Romantic Suspense

ISBN: 978-1-77233-978-9

Book Description:

Elizabeth Martin thought she had her happily ever after, until her husband mysteriously disappeared. Aidan Clery is a skilled assassin-for-hire who wants nothing more than to find the love of his life. Fate throws Liz in his path and everything is perfect, except Aidan just won the contract on her life.

The truth surrounding Liz’s estranged husband takes the pair on a dangerous journey. Nothing in their lives will ever be the same. Destiny may be unexpected but it will be up to Aidan and Liz to discover the truth and claim their real happily ever after.

Be Warned: light BDSM, bondage, anal play

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Excerpt:

Aidan turned off the faucet and caught the reflection of those gorgeous brown eyes in the mirror.

“Oops. Wrong door,” said his girl as she turned around.

“I can share.” He could handle the surveillance later. This woman deserved his attention.

She stopped and turned around. “Okay then.” She took a step toward him. “You know what? I should have asked for confirmation earlier.” Her gaze was full of mischief.

“You’re right. You should have asked.” He took a hold of her hand and pulled her close. “I sure would like to see that tiny scrap of lace.” And just like that his night got infinitely better.

She stopped her forward movement when their chests were a mere inch apart. A nice rosy blush heated her cheeks. He kept hold of her hand while her other played with the lapel of his dark leather jacket. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You need to get back to your friends?”

“Yes, but…” She licked her bottom lip. “Maybe I could stay here for a few minutes.”

“At least a few.” He tapped the bottom of her chin. “How about you start by telling me your name?”

“Liz.” Her gaze met his and he wanted time to stop. Something about the lonely look in her eyes called to him to not let her get away. She shifted closer. “Who are you?”

He pushed his finger over her waistband, rubbing her hipbone. “I’m Aidan.” He squeezed the hand he still held. Her soft body relaxed against his.

“I should probably go. I need to get my friends home.”

“I don’t think you should go anywhere.” He brushed his nose against hers.

A delicious moan slipped from her lips. “I don’t want to leave but I need to make sure they get home safely.”

“It’s nice of you to look out for them.” Damn, she smelled good. It was lilacs or roses or something.

“I’d rather stay here with you.” She leaned in and their lips almost met. “My friends are always right. I should have gone out with them months ago.”

“Stay a few more minutes.” He caressed over her hips to her round ass. Hot tension filled his thoughts. Forget a few more minutes, he’d take all night and then some to explore this beautiful woman.

“More.” She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip.

A second later, the door opened. “Lizzy, we got to go. Emily isn’t feeling well.”

She dropped her head to his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Lizzy.” The woman held the door open. “You’re right. He is cute. Bring him with you. Emily won’t mind.”

“She’ll be right out,” he said. Once the friend left the bathroom, he brushed her hair behind her shoulders and stroked her back.

“I feel like I’m cursed.”

“You and me both, sweetheart.” He didn’t let her go.

“Well.” She looked up at him from under her long, dark lashes. “It’s not what I had in mind but would you help me with my friends?” The soft tone of her voice had him imagining how she’d purr if he made her come. “I think I might be the only one sober and they can be a bit much to wrangle into a cab. They live north in Edgewater and then we could do something, maybe go back to my place.” She worried her poor bottom lip once more.

“I’d like that.” He squeezed her ass. “Sure. I’ll help, Lizzy.” He tugged on her hair. Then he’d help himself to more of her.


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Praise for the first book in the Assassins and Sweethearts Series

Desire Unexpected:

5 stars from Cocktails and Books: “Their love for each other was very fierce, and when they began to have sex, it goes completely off the charts. Their love scenes were intense and oh, so hot! They had feeling of a kind of desperation to them. They’ve found what they were looking for in each other, and they’re clinging to it with everything they had.”

4 Hearts from Sizzling Hot Reads: “It had the hot steamy sex scenes but also the mystery behind the group Ethan belonged too. I look forward to more from the Assassins and Sweethearts series.”

4 stars from Redz World Reviews: “over all this is a great start to what promises to be a good series”

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Praise for the second book in the Assassins and Sweethearts Series

Desire Protected:

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5 stars from Liz’s Reading Life: Desire Protected is a quick, sensual, heart pounding read that will have you desiring more.

5 stars from a reader, Tracy W: Another well done story from an author I come back to again and again.

5 stars from a reader, Doris O: Suspense, heat, and above all love. Read it, you won’t be disappointed.

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S.J. MAYLEE BIO:

SJ Button 300x300 NewS.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

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The Pirate’s Captive by Maisy Archer

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by Maisy Archer

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Publisher:        Stormy Night Publications

Released:         August 12, 2016

Genre: romance/BDSM/erotica 

 

Blurb

When a notorious pirate demands a ransom from her family in return for lifting his blockade of the local port, twenty-one-year-old Evelyn Hollywell takes matters into her own hands. Her plan to thwart the lawless rogue quickly goes awry, however, when she is carried off from her home and held as a captive aboard his ship.

Evelyn quickly discovers that while the handsome buccaneer has no intention of doing her any harm, he will not tolerate disobedience, and when she attempts an escape she ends up over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking in front of his entire crew. Though the stern punishment infuriates Evelyn, she cannot help wondering what it would be like to be mastered much more thoroughly, and soon enough she is blushing crimson and quivering with desire as he teaches her exactly what it means for a beautiful lady to surrender her body to a dominant man.

Despite her growing attraction to her captor, however, his plans for her remain a mystery. She is to be delivered to a man in Boston, but she knows neither who he is nor what he wants with her. All she can be sure of is that with each passing day she feels less like a prisoner and more like a priceless treasure. But will old enemies or the dangers of the high seas tear her from her lover’s arms?
Publisher’s Note: The Pirate’s Captive includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt

Fury overwhelmed me, like a veil falling over my eyes.

His hold on me didn’t weaken and, in fact, he lifted me even higher against his chest, but my anger burned off the last vestiges of the drug’s stupor and I fought like a tiger. With the back of my heel, I landed a sharp blow to his shin that made him suck in a breath and threw him off-balance. His grip on my arms weakened just a fraction, and I threw myself to one side, freeing one hand. I elbowed him in the ribs and he dropped me. I landed and lightly spun on my heel.

Time seemed to slow down, the way it often does when something life-altering is about to happen. I saw my pale hand swinging up, saw his tanned, bristly cheek, still taut with the vestiges of his smile. There was a single second where I could have diverted my hand, avoided the blow, but I didn’t. I had been held under siege, drugged, and kidnapped, and I had withstood it all. But I would not, could not let him laugh at me.

The crack of my hand against his face sounded like the blast of a cannon. All conversation on the forecastle deck and the quarterdeck had stopped, all movement had ceased, but I was only dimly aware. The seagulls were crying, the boat swayed with the tide, and the man in front of me was furious.

My uncle Richard’s anger was unpleasant, but I’d seen it often enough that it no longer moved me. My father’s anger had been a fearsome thing, but I’d learned to stand strong against it. I’d lived among sailors long enough that I’d seen the roiling, seething anger that some men couldn’t control, and I’d learned to be cautious.

I had never, never seen anger like that which I now confronted.

His eyes boiled, his breath heaved. His arms clamped around me once more, this time painfully tight.

“Oh, beauty,” he told me, his deep, compelling voice slicing through the silence like a whip. “You will regret that.”

 

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… He wrapped one enormous hand around my waist, gripping the small of my back, pulled me into him, and kissed me.

Oh.

Oh, God.

The shock of it broke through the wall of my anger with the force of a cannonball, eradicating it as though it had never existed, and I was lost to sensation.

His lips were hard, bruising, forcing me to yield. I didn’t hesitate. I parted my lips and his tongue reached out to tangle with mine, stroking over me slowly, as though savoring the taste of me, coaxing me to respond in kind. I hesitantly brushed my tongue against his and he growled, actually growled, low in his throat. The feral sound made my belly flip and my knees tremble, but it didn’t matter, because he was there, supporting me. One of his hands remained at my waist while the other moved up my back to grip the nape of my neck, and he lifted me so that only the very tips of my toes touched the floor, and my breasts pushed against the hard, hot wall of his chest.

I ran my hands up over his arms, reveling in the feel of him, his muscles bunched and corded as he supported me easily. And then I did something I’d wanted to do from the first moment I’d seen him. I tangled my fingers in his wild brown hair.

And the kiss grew hotter.

His fingers knotted in my hair and he pulled me back so that I arched against him. The hand at my waist moved around to my belly and then up… and up…

When the backs of his fingers touched the underside of my breast, I groaned. Every part of me was aflame and I ached with need. I couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. Without conscious thought, I lifted my leg over his, ready to climb him, fitting him against me.

The shock of his hardness against my core made bolts of excitement shoot up my spine. He was so hard, hard everywhere, and I… I had never felt so soft…

I had no idea what came next, no idea what more he wanted from me, but I gave myself over to him in that moment. Where he led, I would go.

 

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“…Yet you chose to be reckless. You chose to disobey. And you chose to put yourself completely under my power. So now you will find yourself over my knee.”

I trembled.

Then a moment later, his smile dissolved while the fire in his eyes burned hotter. “Come to me, Evelyn.”

I stepped forward until I was standing between his knees.

He reached out one large hand and lifted the tail of my braid, which had fallen down from the coil I’d constructed that morning. I could only imagine how disheveled I appeared, but Marcus didn’t seem to mind. He carefully carded his fingers through the fine brown mass, working through the tangles, brushing down over my nape, and then across my back, until it rippled in waves around me.

“Beauty,” he murmured.

His hot breath hit the bare skin of my chest and made my nipples pebble beneath the ragged edges of the chemise. I had never felt so tense, so expectant.

Every touch felt like a tongue of fire, branding me, making me want.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer – when surely my chest would explode from the aching need, he stopped. He rested one hand at my waist, while the other rose to wrap around the base of my neck. My eyes blinked open.

“Lay yourself across my knee, beauty.” His tone was as stern and controlled as ever, but I sensed a new tension in his voice and it told me that he was not unaffected.

He wanted, too.

My choice, again. He didn’t want to force me. I held his stare, my breath coming in sharp pants and then… I bent over, allowing his hand at my neck to guide me so that my upper body rested on the bed by his hip, propped slightly on my forearms. I heard his breath leave him in a whoosh, at the same time the muscles in his legs and torso grew impossibly tighter.

He gathered all of my hair into his hand, and then twisted, twining it around his wrist and gripping it in his fist, pinning me in place.

My breath caught.

With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of my skirts and pulled them up, and then he ran his hand up my stockinged calf. He paused when he reached edge of the stocking, his fingers trailing back and forth along the bare skin at the back of my knee. I hadn’t imagined something so simple could be so devastating, but it was.

And then his hand slid up.

I sucked in a shuddering breath as his hand trailed higher, up my thigh, taking my chemise with it.

Dear God. He meant me to be… bare?

It was too late for protests, for objections, for any return of reason or common sense. I could hear Aunt Beatrice’s voice in my head calling me wanton and wicked, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to want to.

And he didn’t disappoint. Up and up and up, while my heart banged against my rib cage, and I knotted my fingers in the sheets, until I could feel the touch of cool air against my backside, and I knew that he could see all of me.

 

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Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

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The Avian Emperor by Pelaam

Hi, April. Thank you for hosting me today. So excited to be your guest.

Today we are going to talk about your latest book, The Avian Emperor. Can you tell me just a small bit about the book?

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The Avian Emperor is an m/m steampunk AU set in the late 1800s. The main characters are Bram McCabe, a Pinkerton Agent and Vyvian Hart, a man with a secretive past who works for a shadowy British agency.

When a self-styled Avian Emperor threatens the safety of the skies, Bram travels to Liverpool, England, to join a British team of investigators.

There he meets Vyvian. After a less than auspicious start, neither man wants to confess to their growing attraction.

The British team consists of Vyvian and his steamdragon Tueri, Whittaker, and Alethea. Each of them brings a unique talent.

The man they believe to be the Emperor is Koel, a bird enthusiast and man of wealth who rubs shoulders with the world’s nobility.

Using every means available to them, the team go after Koel, an exceptionally intelligent and dangerous man. But when he kidnaps Vyvian, Bram faces unlocking a secret of his own.

I have to tell you I’m a huge fan of steampunk and of MM books. I’m also a big fan of yours so this one is definitely going on my TBR pile! I love the whole premise of this book too.❤

 

  • What was one of the hardest parts of writing, The Avian Emperor?

Writing the story was the easy part. But then, it always is. Although I’m not keen on edits—who is?—I know they give me a more polished book at the end. The hardest part for me is blurb writing. I really don’t feel I have the talent to write those catchy few sentences. I agonize over them for ages.

  • And your favorite part of writing, The Avian Emperor?

That was the part when Bram realises he holds the key to finding the way to rescue Vyvian. It was also fun to create a Liverpool, England with a shadowy world beneath the surface—in more ways than one. I used to live in Liverpool.

  • Will you tell us just a bit about the characters in the book?

Bram is a Pinkerton agent, a man excellent at his job, but with a reputation as a bed-hopper. Vyvian is a man with a secretive past who is talented both in creating mechanicals as well as having a hint of magic about him.

Whittaker is ex-army with an artificial hand. Typically stoic with the proverbial stiff upper lip. And finally Alethea, a cigar-smoking, ex-circus acrobat.

Vyvian and his friends work for a secretive agency whose headquarters is beneath one of Liverpool’s historical buildings.

  • Pelaam, now that you have written The Avian Emperor what is next on your list?

I’m working on a steampunk western which is almost finished. This is based on the Marty Robbins song ‘Big Iron’.

I have a few other WIPs, my muse tends to be hyperactive. The main couple I’m working on are:

‘Diable’ a paranormal which is the third in my Demonica Origins series. Set in 17th Century France, this tale includes gargoyles as well as vampires and will link in a couple of minor characters readers met in ‘Becomes the Rose’.

‘Arabia’ (a working title) is a m/m steampunk romance, set in a fictional country. Think pyramids, buried treasure, belly dancing male concubines…

I’m also plotting out my next NaNo novel. This will be a companion work to ‘Breath of the Feathered Serpent’. Set in the same universe where the Aztec Empire is thriving, but a stand-alone book in its own right.

Oh! Paranormal! I love paranormal books. I can’t wait. NaNo…. that word terrifies me to be truthful. 

 

  • If there was one thing that you could say to your readers, what would it be?

 

Thank you so much. I appreciate your support and I’m always happy to hear from readers.

 

  • What draws you to write in the genre you do?

 

My favorite genres are sci-fi and paranormal with a good sprinkling of fantasy thrown in. I grew up reading these genres and watching totally inappropriate series and films for my age.

I’m not one for slasher/blood and guts horror movies. I like the old style where your imagination fills in the blanks.

I have a modest collection of old horror and sci fi movies and I love watching them.

 

  • What are some of your influences? Other authors? People watching? Dreams? Movies? etc…

 

I’ve rewritten several fairy tales and love trawling through this genre. I have a series of them under the title Once upon a Future and am still working on more.

My Ange et Demon started from a remembered fragment of dream.

I also like songs. I’ve based a Valentine’s short on Love Potion #9. My steampunk western above. And a line from a Lady GaGa song inspired a Demonica I have in my leaning tower of WIPs.

  • When you are writing is there anything that you simply have to have going on? Music, television, quiet, certain drinks, etc?

 

I can’t work in silence, and as much as I love music while in my EDJ, I find I’m too easily distracted by my own favorite music if writing.

I have the TV on and I watch DVDs of movies I know so well I could probably recite them word for word. In that way when I glance up, I always know exactly where I am in the movie and don’t get distracted.

I usually have a cup of tea to hand and for a quick break from writing, I like to either play an online word game or go and do some adult coloring. The coloring is an excellent way to totally clear my mind for a few minutes.

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Now on to something that I think is fun. I’m going to give you one word questions and you reply with the first thing that comes to mind.🙂

 

WHAT?         Summer

 

WHEN?         Not soon enough

 

WHERE?       Beach

 

WHY?            Feels so good

 

WHO?            Sebastian Stan

 

Thank you for spending a little time with me and letting us all get to know you, Pelaam.

I wish you the best in your upcoming works and can’t wait to read more!

Thank you so much for having me. I’ve had a great time.

 

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Blurb

Pinkerton man Bram McCabe likes to work alone. But when a madman titling himself the Avian Emperor threatens the world’s skies, he’s forced to work with an English team already on the case.

Things go from bad to worse for Bram when he takes more than a professional interest in Vyvian—a man with a secretive past. Each man dances around the other, hiding their true feelings, knowing they live in very different worlds.

The Avian Emperor is as cunning and lethal as he is intelligent, and when he kidnaps Vyvian, Bram holds the key to finding him. Bram will do anything it takes to rescue Vyvian. But is he willing to unlock his own inner secrets?

His Mafia Princess

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His Mafia Princess

Family First, book 1

by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover by (the amazing!) Jay Aheer

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Blurb

Gregorio Bosco worked his way up the ranks of The Family. He never had trouble killing, selling, or anything he was tasked to do. He’d been trained to take over for Giovanni when he stepped down, but that all changed when Alessandra was taken. She was the only good in his life, and he’d do anything in order to protect her—no matter the cost to anyone around him.

Alessandra Morello was born into a life that she didn’t understand. She thought she was the daughter of a wealthy industrialist, however she learned it was far from the truth. She’s pulled into the center of a war with Gregorio as her only constant. Her attraction for the older man has only grown over the years, but can there be a future for them in their twisted world?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, orgies

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Gregorio was pissed off that he had been called to the mansion, again. He had to get a hold of his men, or the Boss wouldn’t let him take over in the timeframe given to them. It wasn’t because of his fuck up, but one of his underlings. The little bastard was dead now. Greg had personally seen to it. No one got away with stealing from the family, not under his watch. Period. Now if only he could get the Boss to agree that times needed to change and the stakes had to be higher so that their family ran even tighter, because the Russians were trying to move in on their turf and usurp their power. It was up to Gregorio as the Boss’s right hand—and eventual heir—to ensure that they died trying instead of taking over the area that they had carved out for themselves.

When he was let into the Boss’s study, he stood loose in front of the man. Gregorio was armed and ready for anything. “You called?”

“Gregorio, take a seat.” The man didn’t pose it as a question, and Gregorio knew it. It was an order. Once he was sitting, the Boss nodded. “I hear you took care of the mistake.” The Boss sneered as he said the last word, as if it were dirty. “And you made an example?”

“Yes, sir. I did. He’s currently hanging with his hands cut off and his gullet filled with molten silver. His silver-filled body was left on the lawn of the Russian Boss’s home, as per your request. We will need to be more careful with our recruits. How this one passed as Italian, I will never know. It was the theft from the small general store that got him. The girl recalled him speaking Russian as he stole from her. She was injured and in the robbery, she remembered our underling because he had come to collect the protection fee two days earlier.”

Gregorio smiled. It was a smile of pure darkness as he thought of the pain the man suffered. He then tilted his head slightly as he asked the next question.  “You let your daughter leave without a guard?” Gregorio changed the subject to one he really wanted to know. That woman had gotten under his skin and had been there since she was sixteen when he saw her naked in the pool house. That was when he was third in the organization. Gregorio killed the second because he was jacking off to Alessandra. Only he was allowed to even think of her in that capacity, and he ensured that every-fucking-one knew it. Even the Boss knew now that Gregorio had declared himself to the man.

“She plays golf with her friends every Thursday. Her guards are with her. Have you learned more of her mugging?”

“I have.” Another reason Gregorio was angry; he was here when he should be tracking the bastards that hurt her. No one hurt her and lived.

“And?” the Boss asked impatiently.

“One of them is sitting in my basement tied to a chair. I was in the middle of discussing respect with the man when you called.”

“It’s more than respect,” the Boss said angrily. “You would do well to remember respect yourself.”

Gregorio had to bite the inside of his cheek. “Yes, Boss. I’m sorry.” He hated those words because it was a reminder of just how much more Gregorio had to learn. Just saying them had him wanting to kill someone.

“That’s better. You have to remember who you are speaking with at all times. Yes, I have been grooming you to take over, but that’s in the near future. In the meantime, you’ve much to learn, things I had to learn the hard way through trial and error and a lot of blood lost.”

“Thank you, sir.” Those words came from his mouth in a near growl. It wasn’t that Gregorio didn’t appreciate what the Boss was doing for him, but the simple fact was that he was impossibly impatient at times.

“Now, what was offered to Tomas to make him turn from his Family?”

“Half million and the promise of a new life. Beyond that, it was the tie to his long lost relative who was a Russian that we didn’t know about.” He shook his head decisively at that statement.

“The Russians are growing bolder. They are searching out long lost Russians in our family’s men and enforcers. Seems as if we need to work on our own genealogy so we can head these off at the pass when possible.”

“They want what we have. They want the docks. They want the refinery and everything else we have. Everything we’ve worked so hard to get.”

“That I worked so hard to get. That my Father worked so hard to get. Don’t forget, Gregorio, you are only being groomed because I didn’t have a son but a daughter. One that I would kill for and one that will never know the reality of her life.”

Greg knew the truth though. The old man had twin sons that were older than Alessandra, but they were born from his whore so they would never hold any sort of position of power inside of the organization.

“I agree. She’ll never know the truth of this life. Not as long as I live. That’s my blood vow to you, Boss.” He would give it too, his blood to keep Alessandra safe, to keep her pure and to keep her out of this life.

He was going to say something else when the doors opened. Gregorio was on his feet with his weapon drawn on reflex.

The man who stood in the doors literally pissed his pants. “I’m sorry, Boss, but we got a note you have to read.”

“Bring it.”

Gregorio holstered his weapon and watched. He was curious about what would have anyone daring to open the door when he and the Boss were in a conference. No one but Alessandra dared do such a thing. She would breeze in when they were planning war and not realize what she walked in on.

When the Boss stood fast enough to send his chair flying behind him, Gregorio knew it had to involve Alessandra. She was the only one that would garner that sort of reaction in the man. “Those fucking bastards!” The Boss yelled out his frustration. “Get everyone here.” He looked at Gregorio. “Someone took Alessandra. Took her in the middle of a crowded lunch at the Country Club.”

Gregorio saw red. He shook in his fury. “Who?” He spoke to the man that brought the note. “Where are her guards?”

“They were found in their cars, both with holes in their foreheads. Whoever did this made it personal. They wanted these men to see who killed them.”

“Boss?” Gregorio waited for his orders to find the woman that held both of their hearts.

“Go. Find her. Take her to safety. I’m done with these Russian bastards on our turf.”

“You calling a war?”

“They did when they took her,” the Boss said as he pulled his weapons from his desk.

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Happy Sunday!

Hello my darlings and Happy Sunday!

Today I’ve just finished final edits for His Mafia Princess and have a release date for it! I’m pleased to tell you that it will be released on Monday, August 22nd! I’m so nervous about this book, but also so excited about it as well. I loved writing this book and now that I’ve finished the edits on it its given me the incentive to finish book 2 of this series.

FIRST, however, I need to finish edits for Hacked, which is the next book in my Guardians of the Light series.

So I have a great deal to do and little time to do it in but that’s okay, I can totally get it all done.🙂

Now then, a couple of things…

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Well because I give away things of course! I know I haven’t sent one in a while but this is going to change now that summer is coming to a close and I can finally start to think once more.

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For now darlings, I’m off to work and edit!