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#ChapterReveal ~ “Black Skies Riviera” by Author Catherine Wiltcher, Genre: Mafia Romance, Release Date: July 28, 2020! ~ @kidsversuscopy1 @GiveMeBooksPR

 

Title: Black Skies Riviera
Author: Catherine Wiltcher
Genre: Mafia Romance
Release Date: July 28, 2020
Blurb
They call
this place the Billionaires’ Playground.
I, Aiden
Knight, staked my claim the minute I arrived.
I crossed
every line.
I painted
their Rococo ceilings with blood. 
Now my
casino is the hottest church in town,
And vice is
the only confession required.
My house.
My rules.
Until the
past comes calling with an offer I can’t refuse:
One week to seduce and break her.
All this
for the name of the man who killed my father.
Issa Dubov
is the queen of cloudy diamonds:
She’s a
hard truth concealed beneath a pall of lies.
I’m an
Armani black suit of spades:
Determined
to bury both her and my demons.
I never
asked to see the shape of her heart.
I never
asked for her to fill the blank spaces of
mine.  
But the
mafia wants her secrets. 
I wasn’t
the first she betrayed.
And Issa?
Sweet, not-so-innocent Issa?
She’s gone
and left me with a debt no sinner can pay.
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Chapter
Have you ever noticed how the mesh bits in lace look like
the intersecting bars of a prison cell?
I did. Five minutes ago. As I was sat on the edge of a
strange bed in a strange room, in a strange wedding dress, with a strange
perfume smothering my senses like a designer rag.
My fingers won’t stop playing with the delicate trim on the
bodice. It’s as if I’m trying to find a weakness in the yarn so I can plan my
escape.
It’s beautiful.
Beautifully oppressive.
It’s a Dorian Gray mirror gone askew. The material is
stupidly fussy and over-detailed, and it makes me look about twenty years older
than I am. Still, at least it covers the bruises…
“Come, Ielena. The car is waiting for you.”
Marie enters the room clapping briskly, as if the force and
sound will unchain my heavy heart from the bed and propel me to my feet. Her
face is a painted mask of encouragement, but it reminds me of a colombina I
bought in Venice once. The initial dazzle concealed the flaws. The cracks in
the porcelain grew wider and more obvious as the truth clawed its way to the
surface.
That was the day I learned that nothing is what it seems.
Marie’s claps grow louder in my ears. “Up! Up, lazy girl!
What are you waiting for?”
A knight on a white horse?
A miracle?
Reluctantly, I stand for her inspection. I’m not sure when
or how Marie first entered my father’s life, but her presence is more
front-and-center than my mother’s these days.
I loathe her.
She’s brittle and calculating, and our relationship is a
Ping-Pong match of mutual hostility. Unfortunately, since Karina disappeared,
Marie’s winning most of the shots. She’s subtle about it, though. Her words are
well-fed piranhas. They’ll take tiny bites here and there, leaving me stung and
permanently unsettled.
She stops in front of me, a smoky swirl of coral-pink
chiffon, and I brace myself for more teeth.
“Oh dear.” She casts a critical eye over my wedding dress.
“Oh dear, oh dear… Still, it’s the best I could do at such short notice. You
have no idea the strings I had to pull to get you something suitable in time.”
If she expects me to thank her for it, I’d rather choke on
the lace.
Her assessment moves up to my face and she tuts out even
more disapproval. “Good grief. Your make-up is abysmal. Antoinette!” Her maid
appears in the doorway like a dutiful pet. “She needs less rouge on her cheeks.
And that red lipstick is wrong. She looks like a whore, not a virgin bride.”
There goes my one shot at individuality.
Is this really happening? Has it really only been
twenty-four hours since Papa announced I was to marry a man I’d never even met?
A one-minute, formally worded deposition slotted in between his business
meetings. He takes longer to peruse menus in restaurants.
Come to think of it, it’s the longest conversation we’ve
ever had.
“Dressing table,”
barks Marie, giving me a not so gentle shove in that direction.
Gritting my teeth,
I allow myself to be ‘de-whored,’ by Antoinette. On the plus side, marriage
means leaving Marie behind. Even she wouldn’t dare disrespect the wife of Luca
Zaccaria…
 I should have known she wouldn’t go out
without a fanfare, though.
“I don’t see why
we’re bothering with this charade,” she mutters, driving an extra pin into the
base of my chignon and scraping my scalp on purpose.
“What do you mean?”
I catch her eye in the mirror, instantly wary of the cruel green glint that I
find there. “This is what my father expects of me.”
I’m rewarded with a
cold smile for my curiosity. “I mean why go to so much trouble to look the part
when the ceremony room will be empty.”
“But Signor
Zaccaria’s family will be in attendance.”
I’ve read all about
mafia families and the eight billion aunts, uncles and associated offspring who
get wheeled out for occasions such as these. Kind of like a Bratva wedding when
a sibling’s disgrace hasn’t double-booked the venue.
Her eyes widen for
a beat, and then the chill in her smile drops a couple of hundred degrees.
“What makes you think you’re marrying into La Famiglia, child? What
makes you think you’re good enough for one of Zaccaria’s precious sons? Your
sister has polluted you, like she’s polluted your father’s reputation, and
today you will pay the price for her disgrace and his resurrection.”
My stomach lurches.
She’s right. My father never actually confirmed who my groom was.
I assumed.
I just assumed.
“Who am I supposed
to be marrying?” I whisper.
She shrugs, as if
the detail is insignificant. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
“I don’t believe
you! He wouldn’t do this! Where’s Papa?” I rise to my feet, but her bony
fingers clamp around my upper arm to stop me.
“Sit down, stupid
girl.” I wince as her grip tightens; her coral pink nails digging crescents
into my skin. “Your father has no desire to see you. He left for Paris an hour
ago.”
My mouth snaps shut
when I realize I’m gaping at her. “But he’s walking me down the aisle! I’m
playing the role of the good Bratva daughter for him… The least he can do is
guide me through the scene.”
“Be quiet!” Her
mask cracks, just like my colombina did, but this time spite comes pouring out.
“The only things accompanying you to that altar, child, are shame and solitude.
You are all alone in this world now, Ielena. Your sister has deserted you, and
your stupid mother is soaking your memory in gin.”
I have Maxim.
Please tell me I still have Maxim.
“Let go of me,
Marie!” 
All alone,” she mouths back.
Shrugging her off,
I sit back down at the dressing table. My hands are shaking as Antoinette pats
away the last of the red Chanel before smoothing on a dash of Vaseline, and
then painting my lips a pale mauve.
Even that seems
wrong. I need a shot of color confidence to bring my fair skin and frozen
expression back from the brink, not something that’ll fade me out even more.
I’m only a half-measure, remember?
An image from
yesterday slams into my mind, one with raging battlements of contempt in his
eyes.
Aiden Knight.
The man I couldn’t
stop thinking about all of last night. The beautiful cruel memory who tempted
my fingers between my thighs at the break of dawn.
What was it he said
about me again?
“Stupid rich, bored,
empty, unemployable, unsalvageable…”
I am not my mother.
I am not my mother.
Karina’s voice is
in my head suddenly, telling me to hold on to my rainbow, no matter what. We
made promises to each other the night she left. The kind you cross your hearts
with, schoolgirl style, and keep until you die die die.
“Are you finished?”
I catch Marie’s eye in the mirror and hold it. Screw her. Screw my father. They
could marry me off to a beggar on the street and I’d still find a way to paint
us gold.
She scoffs and
nods.
“Good,” I say,
firing back a Ping-Pong shot of my own.
I was right to feel
that sense of satisfaction earlier. I’m not some little girl she can push
around anymore. My new groom may not be Luca Zaccaria, but my father’s choice
for me would have been tactical. He’ll be a man of standing in the criminal
world.
“Good?” she mocks.
“You won’t be saying that in an hour’s time.”
“Aren’t you going
to wish me luck?”
Without waiting for
an answer, I rise to my feet and sashay from the room as elegantly as my badly
fitted shoes—thanks again, Marie—will allow.
Heart pounding, I
make my way down the elegant marble staircase, feeling like Scarlett O’Hara in Gone
With The Wind,
but with the whole world, not Rhett Butler, declaring that
they don’t give a damn about me anymore.
I reach the lobby
to find the tall, stoic figure of my father’s Brigadier waiting for me. There’s
another man standing there, too. He has his back turned, his black-suited
shoulders blocking out most of the light from a nearby window. I’m so relieved
to see Maxim I barely glance at him.
 “You’re here!” I take the last couple of steps
too fast and nearly lose my footing.
I knew he wouldn’t abandon me as well.
He turns at my
voice—eyes hooded, expression bleak. “Issa.” He catches me as I stumble into
his arms. “Careful, zvezda moya.” He sets me right before sweeping his
gaze downward. “Why, you look beautiful.”
“You’re the
sweetest liar.” I step back to break his embrace, embarrassed by my lack of
poise. What’s worse, there’s a masculine scent in the air that’s aiding and
abetting that emotion, whipping up memories I’d rather forget. “Marie chose the
dress so you can draw your own conclusions from that.”
“Tsch, Issa,” he
chides. “She chose well.”
“Liar, twice over,”
I say with a shy smile.
“She’s right, it’s
hideous,” drawls a deep voice in perfect Russian. “But it’s nothing a bottle of
Saint-Émilion couldn’t fix.”
Colors.
All the damn colors.
The same man from
the bar and my late night fantasies is smirking down at me, his cerulean-blue oceans
churning with the same derision. My lungs stutter and lose function as I
finally place the scent in the air.
“You,” I gasp out.
“Me,” he says
flatly. 
“W-what are you
doing here?”
“My presence was
requested so it’s a good job I had another suit to wear.”
I can’t seem to
process his words. It’s not just the size of him that’s throwing me off kilter.
Those oceans are shark-infested, and I’m the bloody bait. 
My head swings to
Maxim for answers, but the scars on his face offer me nothing so I find it
swinging back to him. It’s magnetic. I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
“Monsieur Knight,” I say, pulling myself together. “How
lovely it is to see you again.”
He barks out a rough laugh. “You could strip paint with the
acid in your voice, princess. Your insincerity is corrosive.”
“Who knew a gentleman could be so vulgar,” I counter
quietly.
“Who knew you had the brains to come to that conclusion all
by yourself.”
“Have you two met before?” Maxim looks confused, trapped
here in our blazing crossfire.
Aiden Knight cocks his handsome head and grins at me, but
his eyes are like chips of ice. “Let’s just say we had a difference of opinion
over some home truths and a bottle of red yesterday.”
Instantly, my heart
is a drum and bass beat inside my chest. I hate how British men have the whole
archetypal bastard thing down to a fine art. His accent is a poisoned arrow
with a fin-shaped fletching of contempt. He’s dressed in black Armani again
today, though he’s swapped the black dress shirt for white.
Colors. Colors. He wears them like a warning.
His necktie is a brilliant crimson, the same red as the
lipstick I chose for myself until Marie instructed Antoinette to scrub it off.
He’s stolen it. How dare he! I find
myself hating him more for that than I do for his insults.
“Is it true Papa left for Paris an hour ago?”
I mean to direct it at Maxim, but I can’t seem to tear my
gaze away from my nemesis. He’s coolness personified, with the kind of hard
arrogance that hazardous men exude. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me
either, as if I’m a cornered fox and he’s the Master of the Hunt.
“Why? Are you worried he took his credit card with him?”
“That’s enough, Knight!” growls Maxim.
I blush right to my roots as my father’s confidante proceeds
to curse in both French and Russian at my English invasion.
It’s a bi-language of reproach, but Knight just shrugs it off. Clearly, his
ninety-nine problems don’t include Bratva Brigadiers who’d be more than happy
to use his head as target practice.
Is this man completely impenetrable or just plain
indifferent?
“Jesus, you talk a lot of shit, Maxim,” he says in a bored
voice, cutting him off mid-flow. “If you’re quite finished, her chariot
awaits.”
Her?
I watch him stalk through the open front door, down the
stone steps and into one of the waiting Escalades without so much as a backward
glance at me.
Who is this vile, rude, arrogant man?
I meet Maxim’s heavy stare with unspoken questions in my
eyes. “Marie told me I’m not betrothed to Luca Zaccaria anymore.”
“No, zvezda moya.”
“Then, who?”
“Issa—”
“Please, Maxim,” I beg. “If our friendship means anything, I
need you to be straight with me. Who the hell am I marrying today?”
My only ally in this world curses and swipes a hand across
his jaw. It’s as if he’s disinfecting his next words for an unclean revelation.
I then watch in mounting, escalating, soul-crushing horror as his gaze shifts
to the vehicles outside. Or rather, to one in particular…
Please.
God.
No.
© Catherine Wiltcher
2020
Author Bio
Catherine Wiltcher is a bestselling author of ten dark
romance novels, a former TV producer, and a self-confessed alpha addict. Her
writing is best described as sinfully sexy, and her characters always fall hard
and deep for one another.
She lives in the UK with her husband and two young daughters. If she ever found
herself stranded on a desert island, she’d like a large pink gin to keep her
company. Cillian Murphy wouldn’t be a bad shout either…

For book and blog updates, please visit www.catherinewiltcher.com

Author Links

 

#PreOrder #NewRelease ~ “Den of Vipers”  by Author K.A Knight, Genre: Contemporary Reverse Harem/Dark Romance/Mafia Romance, Release Date: July 10, 2020! @K_AKnight @EJBookPromos


Title: Den of Vipers 
Author: K.A Knight
Genre: Contemporary Reverse Harem/Dark Romance/Mafia Romance
Release Date: July 10, 2020

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel—The Vipers.

They run this town and everyone in it. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses.

Yes, sold me.

They own me now.

I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant. These men, they look at me with longing. Their scarred, blood-stained hands holding me tight. They want everything I am, everything I have to give, and won’t stop until they get just that. They can own my body, but they will never have my heart.

The Vipers? I’m going to make them regret the day they took me.

This girl? She bites too.
 

K.A Knight is an indie author trying to get all of the stories and characters out of her head. She loves reading and devours every book she can get her hands on, she also has a worrying caffeine addiction.She leads her double life in a sleepy English town, where she spends her days writing like a crazy person.

 

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#CoverReveal ~ “In Dark Matrimony” A Dark Mafia Romance includes several bestselling authors! Genre: Dark Mafia Romance, Release Date: November 10, 2020! @EJBookPromos

Title: In Dark Matrimony: A Dark Mafia Romance

Authors: Ember Michaels, J.L. Beck & C. Hallman, Evan Grace, R. Holmes, Jennifer Bene, Natalie Bennett, C.L. Matthews, S. Massery, Michelle Brown, Posey Parks, Amarie Avant, A.J. Macy & Lucy Smoke, V.T. Bonds, Logan Fox & Esme Devlin
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: November 10, 2020
Cover Design: Opulent Swag & Designs
Love, lies and loyalty…

 

 

 

She was his— to have and to hold.
To unravel and break.
He was hers— to love and hate.
To obey and defy.
It doesn’t matter what brought them together; nothing will ever tear them apart.
Not even death.
In Dark Matrimony is a collection of stories about the wicked and the powerful, the vows they make and the rules they break. Unions forged in blood, fear, and honor.
Trading birdseed for bullets, you’re cordially invited to witness “I do“ and “I don’t” as fifteen dark mafia romance stories unfold, fulfilling your deepest darkest desires.

 


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Wicked Doms Box Set by Author Jane Henry is Available Now! ~ Genre: Dark Mafia Romance. #AuthorJaneHenry @ArdentPRose #ReleaseBlitz

 

 

All three of USA Today Bestselling author Jane Henry’s Wicked Doms available in one box set.
“Jane Henry is the dark mistress of this harsh Bratva world where debts are paid in blood and innocence is always temporary. Jane’s Bratva are brutal, vital men who live in a world where violence is inevitable. Tender and brutal, sweet and savage.” -USA Today Bestselling Author, Loki Renard

 

The Bratva’s Baby
 
My orders are simple.
Capture her.
Marry her.
Take her inheritance.
Get rid of her.
The bookish little recluse is worth more than she knows.
She’s an unassuming librarian.
I’m the brigadier of the Russian Bratva.
She has no friends.
I command a small army.
She’s a modest woman.
And now she’s mine.

 

The Bratva’s Bride
 
Bratva life is simple:
You steal from the brotherhood, you pay with your life.
But the thief is a woman, and she’s too beautiful to die.
My wedding band will be her collar.
Our vows will be her shackles.
She will be my captive bride.

 

The Bratva’s Captive
 
For the Bratva, retribution is the law.
An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth.
A life for a life.
But the man who killed my beloved deserves a fate worse than death.
He’ll live knowing his only daughter was captured by a monster…
That he’s utterly powerless to stop me.
Olena Baranov will be my prisoner.
My retribution.
My undoing.
Vengeance will be mine.
 
 
 
Please note: The Wicked Doms books are dark romance, featuring elements of dubious consent, violence, and kink. If such materials offend you, please do not read.
 

 

 
USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry pens stern but loving alpha heroes, feisty heroines, and emotion-driven happily-ever-afters. She writes what she loves to read: kink with a tender touch. Jane is a hopeless romantic who lives on the East Coast with a houseful of children and her very own Prince Charming.
Connect with Jane at http://janehenryromance.com
 

 

 

 

#CoverReveal “Black Skies Riviera” by Author Catherine Wiltcher, Genre: Mafia Romance, Release Date: July 28, 2020. @kidsversuscopy1 @GiveMeBooksPR

 

 

Title: Black Skies Riviera
Author: Catherine Wiltcher
Genre: Mafia Romance

Cover Design: Maria Simanovich, Steamy Designs

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Model: Andrew Biernat

Release Date: July 28, 2020
Blurb
They call
this place the Billionaires’ Playground.
I, Aiden
Knight, staked my claim the minute I arrived.
I crossed
every line.
I painted
their Rococo ceilings with blood. 
Now my
casino is the hottest church in town,
And vice is
the only confession required.
My house.
My rules.
Until the
past comes calling with an offer I can’t refuse:
One week to seduce and break her.
All this
for the name of the man who killed my father.
Issa Dubov
is the queen of cloudy diamonds:
She’s a
hard truth concealed beneath a pall of lies.
I’m an
Armani black suit of spades:
Determined
to bury both her and my demons.
I never
asked to see the shape of her heart.
I never
asked for her to fill the blank spaces of
mine.  
But the
mafia wants her secrets. 
I wasn’t
the first she betrayed.
And Issa?
Sweet, not-so-innocent Issa?
She’s gone
and left me with a debt no sinner can pay.
Pre-order Links
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
Author Bio
Catherine Wiltcher is a bestselling author of ten dark
romance novels, a former TV producer, and a self-confessed alpha addict. Her
writing is best described as sinfully sexy, and her characters always fall hard
and deep for one another.
She lives in the UK with her husband and two young daughters. If she ever found
herself stranded on a desert island, she’d like a large pink gin to keep her
company. Cillian Murphy wouldn’t be a bad shout either…

For book and blog updates, please visit www.catherinewiltcher.com

Author Links

 

#CoverReveal ~ The Bratva Blood Series: “The King” “The War” #ComingSoon & “The Soldier” is FREE! From Author SR Jones, Genre: Dark Mafia Romantic Suspense, #PreOrder Available, @skyejromance @GiveMeBooksPR

 

Title: The King

Series: Bratva Blood Duet #1

Author: SR Jones
Genre: Dark Mafia Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Obeithion Covers

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Model: Quin

Release Date: June 25, 2020

 

Blurb
They say all is fair in love and war, but he never played
fair…
The call him the king.
He’s not my king.
He’s my tormentor, my captor—my secret dark desire.
In the brutal Bratva world, to be a king means to wage
endless war.
I’m about to be collateral damage.
I must hope my captor wins as the alternatives are horrific.
After all, to the victor goes the spoils.
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99c for a limited time!
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Title: The War
Series: Bratva Blood Duet #2
Author: SR Jones
Genre: Dark Mafia Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Obeithion Covers
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Model: Quin
Release Date: July 23, 2020
Blurb
Konstantin:
I took her to protect her. To keep her safe.
Now, she wants more.
She wants to claim my heart.
She says she will fight for me…for us.
Trouble is, I don’t know if I have anything left to give.
Cassie:
He took me to keep me safe.
My captor, my protector, my lover.
I want more, he’s a Bratva king, and every king needs his
queen.
My heart is on the line, but I won’t give up the fight.
Love is war when it comes to the two of us, and this is one
war I will win.
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Author Bio
Hi guys.
I’m Skye, a paranormal and contemporary romance author from rainy Northern
England. I write Paranormal romance as Skye Jones, and steamy dark romance as
S.R. Jones.

The one thing my books in both genres have in common are gritty themes, and
alpha heroes who are damaged but oh-so-redeemable!

When I’m
not writing, I’m either walking my dogs, drinking coffee, or watching my fave
TV shows such as The Sopranos, McMafia, and Little House on the Prairie, yep I
have eclectic taste!
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#CoverReveal ~ “Devious” by Author J.M. Stoneback, Genre: Dark Mafia Romance, Release Date: July 19, 2020 ~ @jeanie0328 @GiveMeBooksPR

 

 

Title: Devious
Author: J.M. Stoneback
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Design

Release Date: July 19, 2020

Blurb
It’s time to pay my father’s debt.Nobody is stupid enough to steal from him, Cayden Vitali.

They call him Devious for a reason. He doesn’t let his debts go unpaid. He
collects what he’s owed.

Lex Bartoli works for Devious. Lex should know better than to steal his money.
But mistakes were made, and now it’s time to pay.

Unfortunately for me, Devious knows exactly what he wants as payment for Lex’s
stupid mistake.

Me.

Lex’s daughter.

If I won’t agree to marry Devious, he has another way of making my family pay.

The choice is mine.

Marry the enemy… or watch him kill my father as payback.

Devious is a mafia book with an arranged marriage, enemies to lovers and an
age gap romance.

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Excerpt
“Nymph.” His voice is deep, hollow. Mesmerizing like a
siren. Butterflies spill in my belly and blood rushes to my ears. I hate it
when people give me nicknames as if I’m a kid, but for some strange reason, I
always allow Devious to do it.
He grabs a few strands of my curls, twirls them around his finger. “I
always wanted to know if your hair was as soft as it looks.” He runs his thick
fingers through my thick curly hair. “Your hair feels like silk. It’d be easy
to wrap around my finger if I were to fuck you.”

My cheeks burn hotter than a log in a fire. Jesus, this man. I’ve never had
another to say bold words to me. Atrocious never been this bold. I wonder how
it would feel to fuck Devious. But, instead I’m stuck with slutty Underboss of
Las Vegas that I have no interest in.

“Giving me a compliment won’t get you in my panties, Devious. You’re going
to have to try harder than that.” I flip my hair over my shoulders and
straighten my spine like a pole.

His laugh is low and sinister. It chills me to the bones. So much lust burns in
his eyes that it could burn down this whole building. My heart beats into a
frenzy and my mouth becomes bone dry.

Devious runs his thick fingers through his inky black hair then shoves them
into his pocket. “What will?” His tone is elegant, just like him. His
eyes drift to my lips and I shake my head, smiling.

“Thirty million and a pet mermaid,” I joke.

He leans down, whispers. “Do you accept checks or cash?” His voice
tickles my ear. A flush crawled to my neck, making its way to my cheeks. Then
my eyes catch his expensive loafers and trail up to his black tailored suit.
Devious is wealthy beyond reason. If wealth was an aura, then you could feel it
from him.

“I’m joking.” I smile.

“Well, I wasn’t.” There is a ting of smugness in his tone.

I bite my bottom lip and pick at the dead skin around my thumb. “Why are
you here? If you’re looking for Papa, then I’m afraid you have missed him. He
left an hour ago.” I lie.

“Did he now?” He smirks wickedly.

“Yeah, he went to… to pick us up some dinner from Chipotle.”

He taps his index finger on my nose. “You were never good at lying.” He
tsk. “Where is he hiding?”

“Why would I lie to you? I told you that he’s out getting us dinner.”

Annoyance paints his face. “It’s a crime to lie to your Don. If you lie to me
again, then I’ll have no choice, but to punish you,” he threatens. Devious is
the Don of all the five familigas in the United States which makes him one of
the most powerful men in the country. “Again, Where is Lex?”

I gulp loud before answering. “In the living room.” I step to the side and he
waltzes inside, along with his soldiers and I trail behind them.

“You need to plan his funeral tomorrow.” Devious’ emotionless tone scares me.
My pulse thumps loud in my ears and bile tickles the back of my throat.

We enter the living room. Papa stands taller and Devious towers over him.

“You’re ready to accept your punishment?” Devious asks and Papa
simply nods. His facial expression displays bravery, but his eyes. Terror
shines in them.

“If you don’t want to see the inside of your father’s skull then I suggest you
leave,” Devious orders me, removing his gun from his holster. He aims it at
Papa’s forehead. My papa closes his eyes and puffs out his chest.

Fear eats up every cell in my body and a lump form in my throat. This is the
reason he wanted me to stay in Vegas. He committed a crime against Devious and
wanted to make sure I was taken care of by Atrocious.

I rush in front of Papa, blocking him, but it’s no good. I hold my head high,
shielding myself with my bravery. You need bravery to face Devious. If you show
one crack of weakness, then he’ll use it against you. Slowly, Devious lowers
his gun to his side and his face flickers with confusion.

“Please, don’t,” I whisper. “What did he do?”

“Leave, now! Roselyn,” Papa screams, pushing me in the direction of the door,
but I keep my shoes glued to the floor.

I turn my view to Devious. His jaw tics and anger warps in his eyes. “He stole
a hundred thousand dollars from me.”

“I have thirty thousand dollars and I can work as a maid to pay off his debt,”
I say.

I received fifty grand from Mama’s death. Plus, I save the money Papa gives me
weekly. The women in the mafia are not allowed to work, they are supposed to
wait until their familiga’s marry them off. It’s an ancient rule in the modern
world and it’s stupid. I don’t care about working as long as it means saving
Papa’s life.

Devious glances between Papa and me. And I can tell that he’s thinking long and
hard about something, then he smiles. His smile is more deadly than poison.
Papa shakes his head.

“You can’t have her,” Papa says, shoving Devious. Devious takes a few
forward and glares at him. Nervousness swallows me whole and spits me out.

“Grab him,” Devious says.

The two soldiers grab Papa by the arm on each side. Devious stalks up to me and
I take a step back. He grips my chin, rubs his thumb on my cheek. I place my
hand on his, digging my nails into his flesh and he doesn’t flinch. His eyes
bore into mine and my breath is labor and short.

His cologne is strong and inviting. He smells as if he rolled in a tub of
cinnamon spice.

“You’re going to be my new wife to pay off Lex’s debt.” My heart
beats so hard that I think it’s going to burst in my chest. Nauseous hits me
like a boxer hitting a punching bag. I can’t believe Devious would ask for my
hand in marriage. Especially when he hasn’t even shown any interest in me
besides trying to get me to sleep with him.

“What? I’m promised to Atrocious.” I shake my head. The thought of me
marrying him sent a shiver down my spine.

“I’m well aware of your engagement to him. ” He grits out and I don’t
miss the jealousy in his tone.

No.” I challenge and he grinds his perfect white teeth.

“No?” he says as if the words are foreign. The corner of his mouth turns up and
I fold my arms across my chest.

“You heard me. What part of no do you not understand? The N or the O?”

The lines on his forehead deepens as he aims his gun at my Papa’s forehead
again. “Marry me or watch your father’s brain decorate this tackle ass
wall.”

Tears sting my eyes, anger hurdles in my chest, my throat burns. His face is
wiped clean from any emotions. Gone is the person who just flirted with me a
few minutes ago, replaced with the psychopath and murderer that I heard about.
Devious hid that side of him well. I was naïve to believe that he was
different, because he is always nice to me.

Papa shakes his head so hard that I think it will roll off his shoulders.
“Don’t do it, Roselyn,” he begs. His eyes flash with warning.

Devious cocks his gun and digs the barrel in Papa’s forehead harder. “My
patience is running thin. I don’t have all day.”

“Fine,” I answer, through clench teeth, and fresh warm tickles down
my cheek, like a water hose, then I quickly wipe them away. He tucks his gun
back in his holster.

 

Author Bio
J.M. writes
contemporary and dark mafia romance. She lives in Georgia, with her three boys
and her husband. Her hobbies consist of reading, playing video games, and
spending time with her family. 

 


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“Fearless” Series: Lethal Addiction Book One, by Authors Logan Fox & Esme Devlin,  Genre: Dark Captive Mafia Romance is Available Now! #AuthorLoganFox #AuthorEsmeDevlin @EJBookPromos

Title: Fearless
Series: Lethal Addiction Book One
Authors: Logan Fox & Esme Devlin 
Genre: Dark Captive Mafia Romance
Release Date: May 28, 2020

 

Notorious. Gorgeous. Deadly.

 

Three words to describe the two men who snatched me away.

 

Twins with an unbreakable bond – formed long before they were born, forged into steel by their violent, crime-riddled childhood.
Cole, the brains. Cillian, the brawn.
Textbook.
Everyone claims they know the Hendry twins. Everyone has a story about them, a connection with them, a made-up insight into their lives.
But I know the truth.
I know one runs as cold as ice and the other hotter than a lit firework.
I know one feels too much, while the other feels nothing at all.
Each as psychotic as they are beautiful.
But only one of them has the power to break my heart.
In some stories, the princess gets stolen away for marriage.
For ransom.
For land.
In this story, the princess is stolen to become a puppet.
The marriage, ransom and land were just unintended consequences.
And in this story, the puppet will destroy the princes, the queen, and anyone else who stands in her way.
 
Fearless is a dark mafia captive romance. This book is intended for mature audiences and contains content some readers may find triggering. This is the first book in a series, so mind the cliff. No cheating. HEA guaranteed.
 

 

 

 

Logan Fox writes deliciously dark and twisted books.
 
INGREDIENTS:
Possessive, growly alphas.
Feisty heroines.
Kindle-melting steam.
 
CAUTION:
Created in a twisted mind; may contain triggers.


My name is Esme Devlin and I’m a Scottish author who writes books about filthy, complicated, alpha-arsehole men, and the women who fall in love with them.

I grew up on a rough estate on the outskirts of Glasgow, where the weekends were spent in a park drinking tonic with boys who I should have known better than to trust. Now I spend my mornings raising my own little ‘toe-rag’ girls, and my days on a building site; knee-deep in mud and sometimes waist-high in Scottish wet weather. We can pretend that the tradesmen on my site wear kilts and the weather is frequently warm enough for naked chests if helps you build a better picture in your mind. I’m easy.

My nights are my passion though. I spend those with my face in a laptop, frantically bringing to life the men who play games in my head. I have ALWAYS fallen in love with the villain of the story, even before I was old enough to realise that made me slightly less than normal. I’ve always been drawn to the dark. Things are more interesting there, where you can’t always see what’s hiding in the shadows.

With that said, welcome to my world! I hope you stick around for the ride. I can’t promise there will always be kilts, but there will be sexy villains.

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Title: The Rival’s Protector
Series: The Silent Family
Author: T. Steele
Genre: Erotic Romance/Mafia Romance
Release Date: August 12, 2020
Cover Design: Olivia Designs

I’m known as Zoya. But I’m an imposter in my own body. A robot, if you will. 


Calm. 
Collected. 
Obedient. 

But it’s a mask, because when you grow up in the Russian mafia under one of the cruelest men to ever exist, you learn how to play the game very quickly. 

I thought I had found my break—saving the daughter of one of the most influential mob bosses in Detroit, escaping by her side. 

I thought I would be in the good graces of The Silent Family, but of course, just like anything with the mafia, things aren’t that simple. The new boss doesn’t trust me, because I’m still a rival in his eyes. And when he places me under Ryder’s watchful eye, I know it will only get worse. 

Ryder, who’s healing from a gunshot wound that my now-dead betrothed gave him. 

Ryder, who wants revenge against the Russians more than anything. 

But when he looks at me, there’s something in his dark eyes. Something carnal. Something hungry. 

He can’t fight the way his body responds to mine, and even with all the odds stacked against us, I don’t know if I can either. 

But when old enemies return, will The Silent Family be forced to put their trust in me and see me as one of them?

 

 

 

 

T. Steele writes about tortured alphas and the women that bring them to their knees. She’s also always drinking coffee to help her keep up with the chatty characters in her brain. Her nicknames are Taytay, Tdawg, Tmoney, and The Chaos Queen.

 

 

 


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