Wednesday, August 31, 2016

PRETENDING WITH THE GREEK BILLIONAIRE


PRETENDING WITH THE GREEK BILLIONAIRE

Always the life of the party, Luca Vasilakis needs to prove he’s capable of taking over his father’s billion-dollar corporation. The perfect opportunity falls in his arms in the form of the reserved but sexy social worker Constance McMurty. What better way to improve his reputation than to get engaged to a do-gooder who is raising six orphans?

Constance wants nothing to do with Luca. But a poorly timed paparazzi photo lands her in the middle of a media nightmare, and Luca is her only way out. He proposes an idea that will help them both—be his fiancée to gain him some respectability and he’ll make a huge donation to her organization…and save her reputation.

But when their lie starts feeling like the truth, and the chemistry just won’t stop, they have a hard time separating what’s real and what’s fantasy…


Excerpt:
Copyright © 2016 by Kira Archer. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

Chapter One
Luca Vasilakis stirred, sensing someone’s presence near his ear. He really should open his eyes and see who it was, but the pounding already starting in his head made him rethink that decision. The faint aroma of garlic wafted over him and he grimaced, his stomach churning. It had to be Joseph, his personal assistant. The man put garlic in everything.

Before Luca could shoo Joseph away, he heard a quick intake of breath and then the word “Sir!” was shouted so loudly in his ear he was certain his head would explode.

Luca reared up from the chaise, his eyes squinting against the sun that seared his corneas. He brandished the champagne bottle in his hand like a weapon, hoping he’d get lucky and make contact with some part of Joseph’s anatomy. Unfortunately, Joseph, pristinely put together as always in an impeccably tailored suit, his graying hair gelled into submission, stood out of range, waiting for Luca to pull himself together enough to remember where he was.

“What the hell are you doing, Joe?”

“We need to discuss the meeting with your father, sir.”

Luca waved him off and took a swig of the champagne, grimacing when he swallowed it. “Cancel it.”

“I did that moments before waking you, sir. You didn’t look up to it. It has been rescheduled. But I was only able to buy you a few hours, I’m afraid.”

He gave Joseph a wry smile. “I knew there was a reason I keep you around. Get someone to clean this up, will you?”

“Already done, sir.”

Luca surveyed the utter destruction around him. Servants picked their way through the mess with garbage bags, rousing his guests and setting things back to rights. He let out a long, slow breath. Looked like last night had gotten a little out of hand. The raven-haired beauty who’d curled herself around him on the chaise stretched, the movement shifting her bikini in what should have been a tantalizing fashion. Luca barely noticed. He couldn’t remember her name or anything else much about her. The only thing he was certain of was that they hadn’t had sex.

He didn’t do public displays of affection. Any displays of affection, really, and certainly not where some hidden paparazzi lens might capture it. He ran a hand through the unruly mane on his head, frowning when his fingers snagged. Apparently, someone had braided several clumps of his shoulder-length hair. He glanced down at one and swore under his breath at the bright blue ribbon threaded through the black strands.

“You have got to be kidding,” he muttered. He made a new resolution—no more getting so drunk that someone could braid his hair with pretty ribbons without him noticing.

“Sir,” Joseph said, picking his way through empty bottles and passed-out partygoers. “This can’t continue. Your father is quite determined. You will lose everything if you keep on this way.”

Luca waved him off, knowing he spoke the truth but not wanting to hear it at the moment.

“Sir,” Joseph persisted. “The meeting with your father was rescheduled for later this afternoon. He also asked me to remind you…”

“I’m aware of my father’s ultimatum, Joe. I shape up, grow up, find a nice girl, and settle down, or I’m out of a job, family, money…did I leave anything out?”

Joseph smiled. “No sir, that about sums it up.”

“Well, then, let’s save the rest of the dire threats for my father then. Wouldn’t want to leave him with nothing to say.”

“Yes, sir.”

Luca rubbed his hand over his face. He’d better get cleaned up and over to his father’s office. Keeping the old man waiting had never improved his temper. And while he’d made these threats before, something was different this time. His father seemed…fed up. Sad, even. This time, he might actually follow through.


Not that Luca had a damn clue what to do about it. He’d tried to curb his partying. Well, he could try harder in that department, but he certainly wasn’t going to find himself a wife and settle down just to make his father happy. The last thing in the world he wanted was to be tied down to some nagging harpy determined to make his life hell. Time enough for that when he was past his prime and too old to have any more fun. For now, he’d say what he needed to appease his father and get on with his life. Easier said than done.

About the Author:
I reside in Pennsylvania with my husband, two kiddos, and far too many animals in the house. I tend to laugh at inappropriate moments, break all the rules I give my kids (but only when they aren’t looking), and would rather be reading a book than doing almost anything else. I have odd, eclectic tastes in just about everything and often let my imagination run away with me. I love a vast variety of genres and write in quite a few. As Kira, I write contemporary and urban fantasy romance. If you love historical romances, check out my alter ego, Michelle McLean.




Monday, August 29, 2016

An Indecent Proposal

With: Katee Robert

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When a no strings attached arrangement turns into something more, Cillian O’Malley and Olivia Rashidi must overcome the family ties that bind them. Fans of Jackie Ashenden’s Make You Mine and Kresley Cole’s The Master, will devour the super steamy and fast paced third book, An Indecent Proposal in the wildly popular O’ Malley series by NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Katee Robert.

Title: An Indecent Proposal
Author: Katee Robert
Series: The O’Malley Series #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2016
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing- Forever


An Indecent Proposal

Greed. Ambition. Violence. Those are the "values" Olivia Rashidi learned from her Russian mob family-and the values she must leave behind for the sake of her daughter. When she meets Cillian O'Malley, she recognizes the red flag of his family name . . . yet she still can't stop herself from seeing the smoldering, tortured man. To save her family, Olivia sets out to discover Cillian's own secrets, but the real revelation is how fast-and how hard-she's falling for him.

Plagued by a violent past, Cillian is more vulnerable than anyone realizes. Anyone except Olivia, whose beauty, compassion, and pride have him at "hello," even if she's more inclined to say good-bye to an O'Malley. While his proposal of sex with no strings seems simple, what he feels for her isn't, especially after he learns that she belongs to a rival crime family. Cillian knows that there is no escape from the life, but Olivia may be worth trying-and dying-for . . .


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Excerpt:
“Hey, stop!”

She ran after him, thankful she’d put on her badass studded boots instead of the pair of heels she’d been jonesing after. An eight-hour shift on her feet would have her hating herself if she’d gone with the pretty shoes—and they would have made it impossible to catch up with the O’Malley.

She grabbed his arm and froze at the feel of his muscles flexing in her grip. Holy wow.

He finally turned to face her and it struck her that, without the bar between them, he was so much larger than she was. Not large like her ex, Sergei—this man was built lean instead of for brute strength—but he still dwarfed her. And he smelled good, like some kind of spicy men’s cologne that instantly had her thinking thoughts she had no business entertaining.

Like what it would be like to bury her nose in his neck and inhale deeply. The insane desire to do so almost overwhelmed her.

Everything about him was overwhelming, from his beautiful face, to his impeccably styled dark hair, to the tattoos peeking out of his clothes at neck and wrists. The ink creeping up the side of his neck was like a wild thing trying to escape from his insanely expensive suit, a strange combination of brutal strength and poised polish that she should have known better than to be attracted to.

Except, apparently, her body hadn’t gotten the memo.

She realized she was still clutching his arm and made herself let go so she could offer back the cash. Right, because that’s why you chased him down a dark street. “I don’t want your money.”

“It’s called a tip, sweetheart. It’s just good manners.”

“I don’t want it.” Even as she said it, she wondered why she was being so damn stubborn about this. He hadn’t asked anything of her. All he’d done was throw too much money at a bartender, which was something plenty of drunks did from time to time. Except he wasn’t drunk. She should be elated at having the extra cash—God knew she needed it. Instead, there was a growing recklessness in her chest, one she’d thought she’d outgrown a long time ago. “Just take it, okay?”

“No.” His gaze narrowed on her face, giving her the sudden thought that he saw too much. Before she could decide what to do with that, he moved closer, giving her another whiff of that cologne that made her whole body break out in goose bumps. Or maybe it was the man himself, the streetlights creating a skeleton’s mask of his face, turning his eyes into dark pits of shadows. “Why do you care so much?”

“Oh my God, just take it back.” She should drop the cash and head for home. Or, hell, at least take a few steps away so that she wasn’t in danger of brushing against him if she took a deep breath.

But she couldn’t force her hand to unclench or her feet to create any distance between them. She cleared her throat, trying to get her thoughts back on track. “I didn’t ask for your charity.”

“Yeah, I got it. You win. I’m an asshole.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Not in so many words, no.” His gaze raked her body much the same way it had back at the bar, making every alarm in her head go off. Spending any more time in this man’s presence was dangerous, though she couldn’t say for sure what she was most afraid of. She lifted her chin in challenge, demanding…She wasn’t sure what she was demanding. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, and she licked her lips. What am I doing? Walk away. Walk away right now.

No. Not yet.

He murmured, “If the shoe fits…”

And then he gripped her jaw and kissed her.

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About Katee Robert:
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.  


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Saturday, August 27, 2016

Celebrate the Launch of #SunsetInCentralPark with 10 Lessons in Love

With: Sarah Morgan

Congratulations to "Ada", the winner in Sarah's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!


Celebrate the Launch of #SunsetInCentralPark with 10 Lessons in Love from 
USA TODAY bestselling author Sarah Morgan

Love can be tricky and fickle, young love even more so. It can be hard when you are just getting to know yourself, to know if the person you want to settle down with is really the right person for you. So to help us all on our journey’s in love, here are some lessons from the three leading ladies in my brand new From Manhattan With Love series, best friends Frankie, Eva & Paige. 

Let me know what you favorite piece of advice is by using the hashtag #SunsetInCentralPark, and include your answer in the comments below to win a digital copy of Sunset In Central Park (available wherever books are sold Tuesday, August 30th, 2016)!


1. Sleeping Beauty didn’t need a prince. She needed strong coffee. —Frankie

2. If you want unconditional love, get a dog. —Frankie

3. A compliment is a gift. Accept it gratefully. —Eva

4. Friends are like bubble wrap. They protect you against hard knocks. —Eva

5. Before you run from something, make sure whatever is chasing you can’t run faster. —Paige

6. Just because a man doesn’t ask for directions, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t show him the way. —Paige

7. One person’s danger is another person’s good time. —Eva

8. Relationships are like Halloween. Scary. —Frankie

9. If your glass is half-full, open another bottle of wine. —Paige

10. If your glass is half-empty, you’re less likely to spill it. —Frankie


Sunset in Central Park

In the chaos of New York, true love can be hard to find, even when it's been right under your nose all along… 

Love has never been a priority for garden designer Frankie Cole. After witnessing the fallout of her parents' divorce, she's seen the devastation an overload of emotion can cause. The only man she feels comfortable with is her friend Matt—but that's strictly platonic. If only she found it easier to ignore the way he makes her heart race… 

Matt Walker has loved Frankie for years but, sensing how fragile she is beneath her feisty exterior, has always played it cool. But then he uncovers new depths to the girl he's known forever and doesn't want to wait a moment longer. He knows Frankie has secrets and has buried them deep, but can Matt persuade her to trust him with her heart and kiss him under the Manhattan sunset? 

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About the author: 
Sarah Morgan writes warm contemporary women’s fiction with her trademark humour which has gained her fans across the globe. Sarah lives near London with her husband and children, and when she isn’t reading or writing she loves being outdoors, preferably on holiday so she can forget the house needs tidying. You can visit Sarah online at www.sarahmorgan.com, on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AuthorSarahMorgan and on Twitter @SarahMorgan_. 

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Her Country Master


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HER COUNTRY MASTER 

Excerpt

Elise stood back from her work, admiring the lines of the dress. Zoey had a great figure. Not every woman could pull off a strapless gown, but she had just the shoulders to do it.
"I feel like a princess," Zoey murmured as she twirled and preened a bit at her reflection.
"And you look like one, too. Now, remember this is just the shell, and to get a feel for whether you like the style or want me to start from scratch. I haven't added any of the crystal and metallic beading or metallic embroidery that we discussed."
Elise studied the lines, checking the fit. "You know, after seeing it on you, I want to suggest we add an accent at the waist here to really emphasize your great figure with a line of pearls, rhinestones and crystals. What do you think?"
"That sounds wonderful. I'm going to trust your instincts on this. It already looks better than I could have ever dreamed. I think we are on the right track with this," Zoey gushed profusely. If only all of Elise's clients were this easy to please.
"Okay, great. If you will stand still, I'm going to pin some sections to make it fit you better and to work on the hemline. For our next fitting, if you have the shoes you plan to wear with your gown, I want you to bring them so that we can make it more accurate. For now, I'm just going to pin the hemline and we'll go from there."
Elise worked her way from the bust, over the waist and on down to the hem, making slight adjustments as she went. While she did so, thoughts of the taboo club in the manor swam in her mind. She was utterly fascinated by the BDSM lifestyle. Kara wouldn't have taken her to the club in Manhattan if she'd thought it was something Elise wouldn't care for. Would she be able to indulge her curiosity while she was here?
"So Kara told me that there is a club in the manor." Elise tried to appear nonchalant but she was insatiably curious about the club and the lifestyle.
"She really shouldn't have told you. That's against the rules." Zoey didn't seem mad but her features had become shuttered a bit.
Snap. She'd broached the topic too soon.
In an effort to save face and recover ground, Elise added, "Kara mentioned that I could talk to you and only you about it. Kara and the guys took me to the Manhattan club a few times."
"Did she really? She didn't tell me that. What did you think?" Zoey asked, studying her, still with a closed look on her face. Elise realized the censure must come with the territory. Hell, Kara hadn't mentioned her relationship status to some of their other friends in New York when they'd met for Sunday brunch the other day.
"It's interesting. I never even considered that there were other ways people relished having sex. Do you like being a submissive?" Oh sweet baby Jesus, someone gag her. Someone really should put a muzzle on her. When her nerves started to show she had a tendency to babble, and after her faux pas she seemed to be on a downward spiral.

HER COUNTRY MASTER

Elise Beauregard is a wedding dress designer on the verge of a total career meltdown, thanks to a particularly vicious former client. Her best friend Kara encourages her to explore the BDSM lifestyle at the Dungeon Fantasy Club in Manhattan. She’s definitely intrigued by what she sees, but unsure how to begin.
                                      
When she is hired to design the gown for the club owner's fiancée, Elise is elated. This could be the opportunity she’s been waiting for. If she gets this dress right, her career might just be saved after all.

Tyler Jenson is a billionaire rancher and Dom. His ranch on the Kansas - Colorado border is one of the first in the state to adopt clean, sustainable energy technology. His other passion is the D/s lifestyle. He is a hedonist, and he craves a woman's submission in order to feel complete. When he receives a wedding invitation from his best friend Declan, he's only too delighted to accept.

After a scorching night with Elise, Tyler recognizes she might just be the girl for him. He can only hope she feels the same way. But Elise has other things on her mind. Not only is she trying to design the most important wedding gown of her career, she also harbors a dark and painful secret that prevents her from getting close to any man.

Can Tyler, the country Dom, convince a city girl to trade bright lights for starry nights? Or will her secret destroy their happiness before it's even begun?

Publisher's Note: Her Country Master is the fifth book in Anya Summers' best-selling Dungeon Fantasy Club series – however, like all the rest, it can be read as a standalone.

Disclaimer: This book contains explicit scenes including anal play, spanking, and other BDSM elements. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

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Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with a M.A. in History.
Anya is a #1 Amazon Bestselling and Award-Winning Author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name, Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the midwest with her two furry felines.

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Anya Summers and Blushing Books!

Dungeon Fantasy Club Series
Her Country Master, Book 5, August 17, 2016
Love Me, Master Me, Book 6, September 16, 2016
Submit To Me, Book 7, October 15, 2016
Her Wired Dom, Book 8, November 14, 2016

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Sunday, August 21, 2016

Stripped Bounty


There are many things that inspire me to write a specific character. In the case of Badger, the hero in Stripped Bounty, it’s different.


At first glance, Drew “Badger” Baxter is your typical romance alpha male. He’s a gruff biker with rough edges. He’s tattooed. He’s a t-shirt, jeans and work-boots kind of guy. He has a work ethic that makes most people look lazy. And he’s fully self- supporting.

Basically, he’s a sexy badass!

Badger is single. After all, with his work in both the strip club and as a bounty hunter, there’s no time for romance. But there’s no desire for it either.

Dig deeper and you’ll find that Badger takes care of his grandmother. He pays for her to be in a pretty swank assisted living facility, and visits her weekly. 

All in all, Badger is a really good guy. 

Actually, he’s more than a good guy. 

I’ve had the privilege of knowing a few men over the years who are very similar to Badger. But my biggest inspiration came from my own life. I was married to a man with the same type of character, integrity, and heart of gold as Badger. 

My ex-husband, who I gratefully have an amicable relationship with, is one of those rare breeds of men. The kind of man everyone should get to know or meet at least once in their lifetime.

A friend, a confidant, a protector, a hard worker…and loyal to the bone. 

When writing Badger, there were many moments when I would have to stop and think about how my ex might react to a situation at hand. 

So…is Badger my ex-husband? No. Not at all. But he’s definitely similar to him. They’re cut from the same cloth.

Thank you, and I hope you check out Stripped Bounty!

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STRIPPED BOUNTY

Protecting her isn't an option. It's a requirement.

Badger finally got Rosie in his bed, but in order to keep her there, he has to figure out how to save her life.

After her drug-running husband gets himself killed, Rosie Santini figures Phoenix is a fine place to get a fresh start. Deuce's strip club isn't too fresh, but the money's easy. As she works the pole, the only gaze she can't ignore belongs to the club's head bouncer, Badger Baxter. But Rosie's seen her fair share of tall, dark, and dangerous, and no way is she heading down that road. Not even for a hot hunk of muscle like Badger.

When he's not bounty hunting, Badger runs security at Deuce's. Rosie should be just another piece of fresh meat in the club's stable of pole jockeys, but all her sexy parts add up to a ride Badger would like to test drive. Trouble is, Badger likes his women submissive, but not broken. She's definitely got baggage he wants no part of. But when her husband's killer shows up looking for stolen cash, she fits naturally under his protection--and it isn't long before she's hooked deep into his heart.

So deep, losing her now would make him bleed in more ways than one.

Warning: This book contains violent situations due to physical altercations and gunfire. Be on the look out for D/s sexual play, which may cause drooling and might have you reaching for the nearest man or battery operated boyfriend.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

The Gun Runner

With: Scott Hildreth

When writing The Gun Runner, I knew Terra Wilson wasn’t going to be a typical heroine. After all, her name wasn’t really Terra Wilson, it was Terra Agrioli.

The daughter of Kansas City’s mob boss – and not very proud of it – she was reluctant to share her association with the mafia with anyone, especially the man who had just saved her from a public beating by her ex-boyfriend.

Michael Tripp, a former marine and firearms trafficker, was at war with her father over territory and money. Not one to be intimidated, he gave the godfather of the mafia an ultimatum – back off or face the wrath of me and my men.

Unbeknownst to Terra, Michael was gunning for her father. Unaware of Terra’s association with the mob, Michael’s disgust wither father strengthened until one day it exploded.

Secrets. We all have them.

Although we decide through the course of living our lives just what we’re going to be forthright about and what we’re going to attempt to conceal, why are we so quick to judge a book’s character for being human?

Personally, I believe that we want the characters in the book to live a life that we’re incapable of living ourselves. We prefer that they follow a path or a pattern of predictability, the heroines strong and spunky and the heroes even stronger and on the cusp of being overbearing jerks.

In the following scene, Michael Tripp isn’t an overbearing jerk, but his behavior certainly isn’t typical for a man sitting in a very public coffee shop with a woman he just met.

***

He locked eyes with me, leaned against the edge of the table, and moved so close that I could taste his breath. “Tonight? Tonight I decided I want to devote a portion of the time and effort needed to eventually earn the right to watch you get dressed in the morning. And when that time comes—when I’ve finally earned that right—I want to sit back and enjoy watching you pull your panties over your thighs and up on your hips until you get them situated just right. Then, I want to watch you wrap your bra around your perfectly shaped breasts and reach around to clasp it while you’re watching me watch you.”

I may or may not have licked my lips. The temperature instantly rose thirty degrees. I pressed my knees together. It made matters worse.

I blinked.

He drew a shallow breath.

“And then I want to watch you button your shirt, pull your pants over those long legs of yours, and reach down for your heels. And then, Terra-I’m-sexy-as-absolute-f**k-Wilson, after you put on your heels…”

My mouth was dry, my throat was tight, and I was a soaking wet mess. I fought to swallow and attempted to speak.

Nothing happened.

I wagged my knees back and forth and nodded. It did little to resolve the wet issue.

“…I want to get up, slowly walk up to you, and take everything right back off.”

I was a horny mess. He had me so turned on that I couldn’t do anything but beg for more. I really needed him to tell me what was next. Still positioned so close I could feel his breath on my face, I gazed into his hypnotic eyes and parted my lips slightly.

“Why?” The word puffed past my lips in an almost silent whisper.

His mouth twisted into a smirk. “Because if I’ve earned the right to do all of that, I’ve damned sure earned the right to stick my tongue in your--. The bottom line? I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you, Terra Wilson. And tonight? Tonight I decided I’ll do what I have to do to make that happen.”

He leaned back and calmly took a sip of his coffee. He looked different. His short dark brown hair, strong jaw, and piercing blue eyes gave him a more menacing look than before. I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and swallowed hard.

I was really beginning to like this guy.

“You decided all that, tonight?”

“I did.”

My face went flush. “You want...you want to uhhm...you want to earn that right?”

“I do.”

Well, Michael Tripp, I’m afraid you’re closer than you think.

***

The characters in my books aren’t typical, but they’re genuine.
The stories I tell take the reader along a path rarely traveled. In my opinion, it makes for a more suspenseful read, one that isn’t as predictable as the last.
In the end, most readers love me for it.  

The GUN RUNNER

The first book in a seductive new series from #1 Amazon bestselling author Scott Hildreth

Tripp:

Once, I took down terrorists on the front lines as a marine.
Now I'm in the business of bad.
I've sold guns to people others might not approve of.
I've eliminated the criminals, the lowlifes and the thugs who've tread on my turf.
And I looked the Sicilian Mafia boss in the eye and told him to f*** off.
No one tells me no, unless it's their last word.
I didn't just act the part of bad—I lived it. Then she stumbled into my life.
I tried to stay away from her. Tried focusing on moving my merchandise. But one smile from Terra was like a shot to the heart.
She's mine now. And no one threatens what's mine.

Terra:

I've seen a lot of terrible things in my life.
I grew up around lies and deception, and I ran away from all of them.
Until I met him.
I knew he was corrupt. I knew he was dangerous.
I should have stayed away, but my attraction to him, my need for him, overrode my logic.
Now I love him.
If he finds out who I am, we're done and I'll be nothing.
I never wanted to be the Mafia princess they tried to make me, but mia familia had other plans. And what mia familia wants…it gets.
Only Michael Tripp can save me.



About the Author:
Born In San Diego California, Scott now calls Naples, Florida home. Residing along the gulf of Mexico with his wife and children, he somehow finds twelve hours a day to work on his writing. A hybrid author who has published more than two-dozen romance and erotica novels, his three book Mafia Made series through Harlequin is due to start release with the first book in summer 2016.

Scott has spent his entire life pushing boundaries, and his writing is no exception. His books are steamy, however, they always include an HEA, and have no cheating, no sex outside the relationship, and no OW OM drama. 

Addicted to riding his Harley-Davidson, tattoos, and drinking coffee, he can generally be found in a tattoo shop, on his Harley, or in a local coffee house when not writing. 

Loyal to the fans and faithful followers who allowed him to make writing a full-time career, Scott communicates with his followers on Facebook almost daily. He encourages his readers to follow him on Facebook and Twitter.

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