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I’ve decided to move all of my books over to Kindle Unlimited, starting with The Mob Lust Series. Screwing the Mob will be available on Kindle Unlimited on September 13, and Ruling the Mob will be released into Kindle Unlimited on September 20.

I am really excited about the prospect of reaching a brand-new new reader audience, and if you are a die-hard Kristen Luciani fan who absolutely must read all of my books, have no fear! I put together a set of instructions for anyone using iOS or Android devices!

Just click Get The Kindle App from my website menu and you will be able to follow the instructions to download and register the app, as well as buy books!

Counting down the days,

Kristen xo

 

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When the allure of the forbidden turns deadly…

Shaye

He never cared about me. He never would. He was always on the take, but this time he took too much. I betrayed my family tonight. I lost my virginity tonight. I was ready to give this whole life up tonight. I loved him, and he treated me like I was no better than the dirt on the bottom of his shoe. One thought makes me smile through the hot tears streaming down my face. I could have him killed.

Nico

Just plain sex. I tried to convince myself that’s all it was. Except there was nothing plain about what we did that night. I lied to myself about how I feel, and I lied to her when I told her I wanted her to leave. Now I’m dodging calls from her crazy brother, who, if he found out I’d so much as seen her naked, would wrap his hands around my throat and squeeze until my eyeballs popped out of the sockets. And yeah, I’ve seen my best friend do just that for a hell of a lot less.

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Fun Facts About Screwing the Mob!

Readers are always interested to find out background details about my stories. I like that they pick up on the little things I add to my books to create dimension and depth – of the characters, the plot, settings, and so forth. I love surprising people when I name a character after them, although one of my readers wasn’t thrilled when she read that a character with her name suffered an untimely death.

In my defense, I wrote the book way before I met her.

But, generally, people get excited when they see something familiar, something we’ve discussed in my Facebook reader group or suggestions I take from them. I love to involve the readers in the creation of the story. It makes it more personal for them, and hopefully, more enjoyable overall to know that they contributed to the end product.

So I was thinking about Screwing the Mob, and I decided to put together a little list of book facts for you all! Some of you have already asked about these items, and now I’m sharing the goods with everyone!

How did you come up with the names for the main characters?

Interestingly enough, Nico’s (my hero) last name is the last name of a relatively new friend of mine who happens to be a big reader. She also has not read any of MY books as of yet, but that’s beside the point. I suspect this book will pop her Kristen Luciani cherry.

As far as the two female characters go, Shaye (heroine) and Sloane (her best friend) are the names of my kids’ dental hygenist’s daughters. Did you follow that one? Haha! Anyway, I’d always loved those names and told her they’d end up in one of my books. And so they are. =)

Finally…we come to the name of Nico’s nightclub. He’s more of a businessman than an enforcer, and he owns a very successful, very exclusive club in Manhattan. I needed just the perfect name, and my friend Stacy came through for me after much research. Culaccino. I love it. It is PERFECT!

And, just as an aside, while it sounds like such a sexy and sophisticated word, it actually means a mark left on a surface by the bottom of a wet glass or vessel.

Not sexy. Not sophisticated. But it sure as hell sounds great when you say it!

Why do so many of your characters have a sweet tooth?

You guys always pick up on the sweets! Maybe that’s why I keep including them. I like associating certain characters with something yummy. I mean, the guys are already yummy, but this almost makes them a bit more real to me. I always put together character profiles before I write, just to get some ideas out about who and what these people are. Maybe I create sugar addictions for some of them because I deprive myself of sweets more often than not, and I want to live vicariously through them! And, in keeping with tradition, Nico Salesi has a serious addiction to watermelon-flavored Jolly Ranchers. I can’t say I enjoy them as much as he does, though. I find them really sticky and difficult to get out of my teeth! LOL

You write a lot about characters with pretty serious allergies. Do you have any to speak of?

Haha! No, though I’m actually highly allergic to grass and suffering these days because the counts are super high this season. But fortunately, it’s only the kind of allergy that gives me post-nasal drip and a sore throat. Luckily, there isn’t anything that has the potential to send me into anaphylactic shock.

Are you “connected?” *holds index finger to the side of nose*

No. But in full disclosure, I did work with a “family” member while plotting this book. *wink, wink* I can’t divulge any more than that, for obvious reasons.

A lot of movies and books tend to over-glamorize the mafia, and in reality, it’s very different. I mean…so I hear.

I wanted to capture the details at a level where the book could be enjoyed by people who are aficionados of mafia romance novels and those who don’t typically read the genre but were intrigued by the blurb enough to try it out.

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I drop the gun, my finger still trembling from pulling that trigger, the one that extinguished the life of Frank Cappodamo. The metal piece crashes to the ground a couple of feet away from his slumped-over body. One shot to the head. I knew I had to do it, but I hesitated a second too long, and now…

Goddammit! I allowed the fear and self-doubt to paralyze my actions and because I wasn’t strong enough to break away fast enough, Shaye is lying on the floor hurt…or worse. My stomach roils as I collapse to my knees next to her. Nausea rushes over me as I drag a hand through her tousled hair. The thumping in my chest is deafening, so much so that I barely hear the instructions being shouted at me. Max pushes me out of the way and slices through the duct tape binding her hands and feet together. I reach for a corner of the tape on her mouth, which is already loosened by the tears she’d been crying for the better part of the hour, waiting for me. Me, who was one second too late. Yeah, I’d gotten my first kill, my rite of passage, earned my place…all of that shit, but at what cost?

It was a price I wasn’t willing to pay, but that choice was yanked away from me moments earlier.

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A shiver runs through me despite the blast of heat from the hallway floor vent that toasts my quivering legs. I reach out, my fist about half an inch from the bedroom door, poised to knock. Wait, why? He knows I’m coming. He left the front door unlocked for me. Jesus, I can’t even think straight anymore. Memories pop between my ears like bullets. Me sitting on Nico’s bed, watching a video on his iPad, Nico’s hand skimming my bare arm, Nico’s lips on mine, Nico’s tongue…

Stop!

What the hell is wrong with me? His grandfather just died, and all I can do is think about that night…the one that never should have happened, the one I continue to dream about, the one I relive every time I close my eyes.

Forget the fact that I hadn’t heard from him since.

And that he’s my brother’s best friend.

And that he has 1-800-Hoebags on speed dial.

Nico Salesi will never be mine, and I’ve come to terms with that. Kind of.
I’d hoped to accept it once I got to college, but that didn’t happen. None of the guys I’d met could hold a candle to Nico. I couldn’t find the same pools of the darkest chocolate brown that begged me to drown in them, the ones that sparkled with excitement over the release of a new Marvel super hero movie, ones that deepened with lust when they gazed at me. And I definitely couldn’t find a pair of lips as bitable, ones that tasted like a wide variety of Jolly Rancher flavors, ones I wanted plastered against my own…and then on other areas—

I grasp the cool brass doorknob in my shaking hand and twist it. The door creaks open, and I squint in the dimly lit room. His bed is in the back corner of the expansive space, and he’s sprawled out on his back, tossing a football up and down. He doesn’t look up, and that should be my first clue that he doesn’t give a flying fuck about me. I clench my fists, trying to control my disappointment.

He never called, never texted, never emailed. Not until today, and of course, I come running the second he asks. I never fail to make the wrong choices.

He doesn’t care about anything except his business dealings. He’d never let anything compromise his place in life, least of all me.

It was a kiss. I have to forget about it. It’s not why I’m here. I’m here for Grandpa Vito, not for Nico.

Maybe if I keep repeating those bullshit lies, I’ll finally convince my heart that they’re true.
I inch toward the bed, my heart thudding against my ribcage. I can feel beads of perspiration pop up along the back of my neck, a typical reaction to his presence. My stomach is twisted like a Bavarian pretzel. Good God, will I ever be able to get over this guy?

And why doesn’t he stop throwing the fucking football? He’s the one who called me.

And just like that, he makes one final catch and sits up. His eyes aren’t sparkling. They’re dark, lost, empty. Soulless. The vacant stare makes my chest tighten and I stop, uncertain about my next steps.

He slides off the bed and creeps toward me. His dark hair is tousled, like he’d just woken up from a fitful sleep. There are bags under his eyes, and his normally rosy cheeks are all but drained of color.

Tears sting my eyes when his hands grasp my shoulders. “Shaye,” he murmurs in his deep, gravelly voice.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. “He was such a good man, and I feel terrible for you all.”

His hands move to my hair, twisting a hot pink tendril of hair around his index finger. “You dyed your hair.”

My hand flies to the chunky streaks I’d just had added to the ends of my blonde hair.

“Yeah…” I breathe him in, immediately tipsy on the scent of watermelon Jolly Ranchers.

“I like it.”

“Thanks,” I whisper.

He nods over to his desk. “He bought that for you for Christmas. It’s the collector’s edition.”

A sob rises in my throat when my eyes fall to the gift, memories of our marathon Scrabble sessions wallpapering my mind. It felt like a lifetime ago, when things were so simple and the biggest dilemma I had was to decide which word would yield me the most points during our cutthroat games. “I love it. I’ll always treasure it.”

“He missed you at Christmas. Made me promise to get it to you before you went back to school.”

“I should have gone to see him. I’ll never forgive myself for not saying goodbye.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. He knew the deal, Shaye.”

“I hate that it kept me away.”

“But you’re here now.”

“Yeah…” My heart is pounding like a jackhammer, drowning out all sound, and I almost miss his reply. A lump the size of a golf ball has taken up residence in my throat and squeezing out a response is near impossible.

But, as it happens, talk is overrated.

He pulls me close, bending down to press his swollen lips to mine – hot, intense, and hungry for any crumb I’m willing to drop.…

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When the allure of the forbidden takes a deadly turn…

Shaye
He never cared about me. He never would. He was always on the take, but this time he took too much.

I betrayed my family tonight. I lost my virginity tonight. I was ready to give it all up tonight.

I loved him, and he treated me like I was no better than the dirt on the bottom of his Louboutin loafer. Big mistake. One thought makes me smile through the hot tears streaming down my face.

I could have him killed.

Nico
Just plain sex. I tried to convince myself that’s all it was. Except there was nothing plain about what we did that night. I’m a liar. I lied to myself about how I feel, and I lied to her when I told her I wanted her to leave.

I didn’t. I wanted her…no, needed her…to stay.

Now I’m dodging calls from her maniacal brother, who, if he found out I’d so much as seen her in that sexy as hell lingerie, would wrap his beefy hands around my throat and squeeze until my eyeballs popped out of the sockets.

And yeah, I’ve seen my best friend do just that for a hell of a lot less.

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Read A #Dirty #Excerpt Of My New #Erotic #Romance, Double Jeopardy

This is a super dirty excerpt from a book I’m working on…I call it Double Jeopardy. We’ll see if that title actually sticks. LOL. But seriously…beware. You can’t say you weren’t warned…

Ashlei

I sink into a hamstring stretch on the dewy grass. There’s a chill in the air and it slithers underneath the thin nylon running shorts, making me squeal since I’m not wearing any panties. I’m also not planning to do any bit of exercise… at least, not the kind that requires sneakers. But my “husband” is away again, and… well, I’m horny as hell. Even at this ungodly hour of the morning. Stretching is just a prerequisite.

The sun barely peeks over the clouds. The sky still has that pinkish-purple hazy glow. Perfect. Only crazy people are up at this hour. Well, crazy people and people who are desperate to be impaled with a hard cock. Good morning to me!

But nobody knows… hence the running gear. It’s not like I can fuck him in my house. I have a gaggle of sleeping children, along with an au pair. And I doubt his dad would be very happy if he snuck me into his bedroom for a quick lay. Luckily, we have options.

A bedroom light in the house across the street flashes and my pussy clenches. It’s him. My finger twitches, aching to relieve the ache between my legs, but I don’t touch. I want to save it all. A little self-torture won’t kill me. My keys jingle. I know the drill. It’s time for me to go.

My office is only a couple of blocks away. I jump into my car and drive there, having just enough time to clear my desk of all the tax returns I need to finish. Later. I move fast, knowing he’ll be right behind me soon enough… literally and figuratively.

The front door slams shut and I hear the lock click. My heart thrums. Oh God, I don’t know how much longer I can wait to feel his dick pound me against the desk, on the couch, against the file cabinet… everywhere and anywhere. I kick off my sneakers and pull off my tank top, waiting, dripping, desperate.

He finally appears in the doorway, lips turned up in a sleepy grin. And that dimple… oh, fuck me now. “You’re not naked.”

I nod, biting my lip as I creep toward him, swaying my hips, my movements slow and deliberate. “I’m a very bad girl. How are you going to punish me?”

“I’m going to fuck you long and hard, just the way you like it. First in your pussy and then in your tight ass. No lube,, just me. You’ll be so full of my cum, we won’t need any.”

A shudder runs through me. There’s something so carnal about him plowing into my ass bareback. A rush of arousal floods my shorts. I grasp one of his hands and slide it under the fabric. “Feel what you do to me. I’m so wet. So ready for you.”

He loops his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and slides them to the floor. With a flick of his magical fingers, my sports bra is unhooked and next to the shorts. His hands are so warm as he kneads my full breasts. My nipples are so hard, they could cut glass.

‘You have such a fucking amazing body, Ash.” His hands slide down my lean torso and over my taut belly. I’d better. I work out for two hours a day and my two main food groups are wheatgrass and rice cakes. You don’t pop out three kids and keep curves like this. Besides, our arrangement keeps me focused. I know the skinny bitches he goes to school with are flashing their shiny new pussies at him around every corner. I have a lot to compete with, but he keeps coming back for more.

His cock is long and stiff, and can make me hit levels I’ve only read about. Damned romance novels. I’d always had a sick obsession for them. Always a happily ever after and always about the insane orgasms by way of massive dicks. Up until Jake moved in, I’d never hoped for either. But I cracked. Living such a lie, day in and day out sucks. It’s lonely and depressing, and Jake gives me an escape. It’s not love; it’s just sex. And it’s un-fucking-believable.

I yank off his shorts ad sink to my knees. I grasp his balls, rubbing them as I take his dick into my mouth. No gag reflex, so I can take it all. It throbs in my mouth. I suck harder and faster, tasting the pre-cum leaking from the tip. My tongue teases the tip, dipping into the slit. He fists my hair. I know that drives him insane. “Jesus Christ, Ash, you suck cock like a fucking champ.”

Hell yeah, I do. Better than any of those little whores that come down the block to camp out in front of his house, waiting for him to appear and flash that dimpled smile. It used to piss me off, competing with those girls, the ones with tits that are naturally perky and pussies that are ripe for the taking… pussies that didn’t pop out three babies.

But it doesn’t stop him from calling and begging to fuck me.

“Ahh! Don’t make me come. Not yet. I want to come inside you, so you feel me dripping out of you when I’m gone. That pussy is mine, got it.? He pulls my hair harder, forcing my head back. The tingling is so intense, I know it won’t be long before my muscles convulse around his dick.

I rise to meet his hungry gaze, my hand still pumping furiously. My ass rests on the corner of my desk, legs falling open, inviting him to pound my aching pussy. Stroking, tugging, pulling… he’s so close. God, I need this…him… now.

He runs his hands down my muscular thighs, over my smooth, bare cunt.  My lips quiver in anticipation of that fat pink dick pulsating as they swallow it whole. “Stop teasing me,” I pant.

With a squeeze of my tit, he grins. “You were a bad girl and this is part of the punishment.”

“Please…”

I gasp as he thrusts forward, driving his cock into me. No wonder why the girls are all sweating him. He fucks like a porn star and he only just turned twenty. I’m such a head case for even starting this. The guy can’t even drink legally! What the hell was I even thinking?

My pussy is on fire… clenching around his cock as he pumps it deeper and deeper. He smacks my ass cheeks, clenching them tight in his hands. The stinging sensation only heightens my arousal. Then his finger slips between the cheeks, massaging the rim of muscles before pushing inside of my tight hole. “Oh God, Jake. That feels so good. Holy shit, I’m going to come!”

My legs close around him, forcing him deeper. He slips in a second digit, finger fucking my ass. I dig my nails into his back, lancing the skin, wanting all his friends to see how I’ve marked my territory… this boy, who’s made me feel more alive than I’ve felt in years.

I choke out my next breath. My heart is thudding against my ribcage. Euphoria is an understatement. The orgasm rips through me. My body shudders against him as my screams pierce the air. This kid rockets my body to another fucking universe. It’s so wrong, goes against all the rules, but I can’t get enough. I won’t walk away.

“Your pussy is dripping all over me,” Jake murmurs, nipping at my ear. “But I’m not ready to come yet.”

“How do you want me?” I whisper. “I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”

Jake pulls out, his dick still rock hard. Nine glorious inches. This is heaven, I’m sure of it. “Bend over. I want that perfect ass squeezing the cum out of me.”

I obey, sticking out my ass. He palms the cheeks, spreading them as his cock grazes the entrance. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, please. Fuck me, Jake,” I plead.

He strokes himself a few times, his swollen head slick with my cum. He pushes into me, stretching the muscles, forcing himself deep into me. It always burns at first, but his dripping wet cock slides in and out with ease. He drives his fingers into my cunt, rubbing the clit.

“You’re such a fucking whore, Ash. The way you take my cock in your ass, the way you suck me dry. You’re a dirty fucking slut.” His teeth clamp down on my shoulder and I squeal. God in heaven, it sends shivers straight to my core and I’m teetering on the brink of coming again.

His dick pulsates, deep in my ass. “Fuck Ash, I’m gonna come.” He thrusts faster, his fingers making me dizzy with need. My pussy tightens around his fingers. A loud wail escapes my lips. “Oh God! Come with me now!”

One final thrust and he groans, his hands gripping my waist as he collapses against me, filling me with his hot cum. I fucking love it.

He smacks my ass one more time. “That’s mine.”

Fucking A right, it is. And I’ll do whatever I need to make sure he never plunders another.

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We round the corner, and I spot my black SUV. “That’s me up ahead.” I parked beneath a street light.
The rectangle sputters and dies, plunging the street into shadows as the sun gives up its control and night emerges. I’m suddenly glad he insisted on walking me back to my car. The scuff off shoes on concrete make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“Did you hear that?” I whisper. I glance at Ollie who steps in front of me.

“Yeah, I did.” He turns to face the alley a few feet away from where we stand.

Three men emerge from the alleyway dressed from head-to-toe in all black with hoods that partially obscure their faces. With my height, I’m peering up and have a ringside view. I pray to God they don’t realize that. I grip the handle of my case. The street is deserted, and my car offers no shelter, despite its proximity. They’d catch us before we could clamber inside and drive off.

I grip the pepper spray on my keychain. Doesn’t fucking help when there’s a group.

“Hey, man. We don’t want any trouble,” Ollie says.

“Give us your wallets, and we won’t have any,” the large, bulky figure in the middle growls.

“All right, man, just take it easy,” Ollie says, holding up his hands. He reaches into his back pocket and slowly pulls out a wallet.

“And hers, too.”

I fumble with the messenger bag looped across my body and dig out my black wallet. Ollie takes it from me and hands it to the thief with his fingertips.

“Keep your asses here until we’re gone, and no one will be hurt. Try to play hero, and we’ll take ourselves a prize.” His lecherous gaze turns my stomach.
Over my dead body. I’ll take a bullet to the head before I go anywhere with them.

“You won’t have any problems for us.” Ollie steps back until my front brushes his back. He reaches his hand around and grabs my hip.

Leaning into him, I clutch his plaid shirt like a lifeline as I rub the tip of my nose over the soft material, filling my nostrils with his crisp, clean scent. Right now this cologne is my favorite smell in the world.

The thugs begin to blend back into the blackness one by one. The ring leader keeps the barrel of the gun aimed at Ollie as he retreats into the alley. He stops. My knees shake and nearly give as I suck air into my desperate lungs. When did I hold my breath?

“I changed my mind. I think we’ll take a little something for the road.”

My blood pressure sky rockets as my vision blackens around the edges and my heart tries to burst from my chest. Adrenaline begins pumping through my veins. My muscles tense. Fight or flight slams into me like a two-ton wild beast.

“We don’t have anything else to give,” Ollie says coolly.

“But you do,” he replies, fixing me with a lewd gaze as he licks his chapped lips.

I scan the area, seeking out a place to run. I’d never make it into my car and get inside before they caught up to me. I clutch my pepper spray and lift it, ready to fight.

“Like I said, we have nothing else.” Ollie stands to his full height, and I brace myself.

“Take her,” the man sneers.

Ollie surges forward, wrestling for the gun, and I let the pepper spray fly. Time blurs as my brain is overloaded with fear, cries of pain, and movement. I fight against the hands grabbing at me, keeping my eyes sealed shut as I spray blindly and pray I don’t hit Ollie who I try to keep in front of me. My throat is on fire. I cough as the spray penetrates my nostrils by force. A loud pop stills all movement as if someone screamed, “Red,” in a game of red light, yellow light. The meaty sound of a bullet ripping through flesh that follows pries my eyelids open. Water obscures my vision, and it’s like looking through frosted glass.

Feet pound over the pavement. They’re leaving. I swipe at my eyes, desperate to restore more of my vision. My stomach roils as I recognize Ollie’s prone figure. A dark stain blossoms on his plaid shirt. I kneel beside him.

“O-Ollie?” My voice and my hands shake as I reach for my cell phone. His skin is pale, and an ominous hiss like a slow leaking bike tire hits my ear.

He grimaces. “I’m here. It’s hard to breathe.”

Red flags wave as I punch in 911 and place a hand on his shoulder.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Yes, I-I need help. W-we were just robbed, and my friend was sh-shot in the chest.”

“Where are you?”

“I-I’m here on King street.”

“Are the people still around?”

“No.”

“Do you know what they looked like?”

The question threw me. “I … Tall, unkempt, dark hair. Late twenties to mid-thirties. I don’t know. It was dark, and they were all in black. Please send someone. I hear an odd sound like a deflating balloon or a tire. He’s pale.”

“Help is on their way. What’s your name?”

“Me? I-I’m Quinn Fleming.”

“And the gentleman’s?”

“Ollie … what’s your real name.”

He gives a bark of laughter that ends with a wet cough. “Finally got your name. Oliver Hemingway.”

I repeat his name to the operator. Her steady voice is a lifeline keeping me from panicking.

About Shyla Colt…

authoe centralShyla Colt is the sassy international bestseller of the popular series Kings of Chaos and Dueling Devils M.C. This genre-hoppers stories feature three of her favorite things: strong females, pop culture, and alternate routes to happy ever after. Listening to her Romani soul, she pens from the heart, allowing the dynamic characters, eccentric interests, and travels as a former flight attendant to take her down untraveled roads.

Born and raised in Cincinnati, Ohio, this mid-west girl is proud of her roots. She used her hometown and the surrounding areas as a backdrop for a number of books. So, if you’re a Buckeye, keep an eye out for familiar places.

As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there’s never a dull moment in her household.
She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company.

You can interact with Shyla Colt online via her website www.shylacolt.net
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