“Did You Seriously Just Try To Shoot Me?”

“Watch out!” I scream, watching as the handblown glass chandelier crashes to the ground around him, pieces flying into the air and shattering across the tiles. I leap off the bed and run over to where Leo is sprawled on the floor, his face slashed by colorful Venetian shards. “Are you okay? Did it get you?”

“Did you seriously just try to fucking shoot me, Leo? Is that how you show gratitude?” An unfamiliar female voice jolts me, and my head pops up at the intrusion. Somebody is here.

My heart hammers, a sharp pain shooting down my right arm. Great. A heart attack is just what I need right now. In seconds, I might be dead anyway so this will save some time. I gather Leo in my arms, holding him tight. “Who the hell is out there?” I yell, backing Leo into the bedroom and grabbing the gun on my way. It must have fallen out of his hand when he slammed into the wall. I try to get a grip on it, but my hand won’t cooperate.

Leo groans, lifting a hand to his face. “No, don’t touch it,” I whisper. “It’s bleeding.”

Click. Click. Click.

I yelp, swinging Leo around the doorway and kicking it closed with my foot. I need to figure out how this freaking gun works!

A single, high-heeled sandal juts out, easing open the door. I look up, the pain now shooting through to my fingertips as I point the gun toward the raven-haired woman smirking down at us.

“Sweetie,” she says in a sultry voice, kneeling down in front of us. “Good effort, but unless you learn how to cock it first, you’re gonna take a bullet to the head.”


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Yesterday, I finished the second book in a Russian-Italian mafia crossover series that follows my Mob Lust Series. I wrote it in 3 WEEKS! Wrote the first one in 3 weeks, too.

That’s mad fast for me, so yeah, I’m patting myself on the back, ready to dive into book 3. But before I do, I needed to decompress.

Relax my mind.

Make teasers of an upcoming release using my own kickboxing pictures. LOL!

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“You don’t speak until I say you can,” she hisses. “”Right now, it’s all about me, not you!“”I fold my hands because I’m not really sure what else to do with them. If I try to touch her, she might break one…or both…of them. My lips are pressed tight together in a straight line, and I nod my head. I guess that’s allowed, right? Just to acknowledge what she said? I don’t know. This is all new to me. I’ve never seen this side of Sloane before. It’s kind of hot, I won’t lie. I feel all submissive, and that only makes me want her more.I never thought I’d be so turned on by her yelling at me. Although…It’s kind of like the teacher-student thing. I’ve been a very bad boy, and I need to be punished. Maybe she’ll keep me in at recess and put on that short plaid Catholic school girl skirt. There’s a fantasy I never knew I had.
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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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The Testarossa squealed to a halt in front of Lisa’s house. The past twenty minutes had been sheer torture and he couldn’t wait a second more. His fingers gripped the steering wheel, itching to slide up her firm thighs. Time to pull it together or he’d blow his load faster than a horny, sex-deprived teenager.

The short walk to the front door felt like the million mile march. Silence was deafening… maddening, really. Every second that ticked by was one more that he wasn’t pressed against her. But the ache was different, it felt deeper, conflicted. One night would never be enough. He knew it long before their gazes locked in the restaurant, knew it when he told her he didn’t do relationships, knew it the second his lips met hers in that elevator.

Fuck the consequences.

Moonbeams cast a soft glow on her hair. His fingers curled around a loose tendril, his face inching closer and closer. A light, floral scent enveloped his senses, his heart thudding with an unfamiliar force. Overwhelmed by need, intoxicated by desire.

“A.J.,” she breathed as his lips grazed hers. Soft, warm, inviting… just like he remembered and longed for since that first kiss.

Lust commanded all conscious thought. His hands tangled in the glossy waves, lips hot and hungry against hers. God, her mouth was so greedy, drinking him in, and orchestrating the beginning of a scene that would most certainly require the privacy of her house. With any luck, it was one that would loop throughout the night.

She pulled away, a sultry smile lifting her now-swollen lips. “I think it’s time to go inside.”

Merely agreeing would be so very weak. Overly eager was a gross understatement. The door slammed. Jackets flew across the foyer, shoes bounced off the walls; buttons and zippers ripped apart, all while they devoured each other with the voracity of great white sharks at mealtime.

With a quick and final tug of the zipper, Lisa’s dress pooled at her feet, leaving her clad in only a light pink lace bra and matching thong. The effect was taunting innocence and she couldn’t have been one degree hotter if her body had been swathed in a black leather garter belt, whip firmly in hand. His cock stiffened at the mere sight, straining against his boxer briefs, the ache almost too much to bear.

Both hands cradled her flushed face, his lips once again in search of hers. Electricity crackled between their heated bodies, sending shivers to his core. This girl… fuck, she had him inside out. For the first time in his life, he didn’t give a damn about his own urges. She was all that mattered and somehow, he needed to make her believe it.

With a flick of his fingers, her bra fell to the floor, exposing heaving breasts. He kneaded them, toying with the erect pink buds, his bulge swelling with each mewl that escaped her perfect lips. “Take me inside,” he whispered against her ear.

She backed away, leading him down a dimmed hallway and into a bedroom. At least, he guessed that’s what it was. It didn’t matter. He’d gladly take her right on the floor. A sly smile appeared on her face. “Okay, so now what are you going to do with me?”

He dragged his hands down her lean torso, over the curves of her hips, halting on the smooth globes of her ass. Words exploded in his mind like bullets on a firing range as he considered all the possibilities, but none emerged. “The real question is what aren’t I going to do with you?”

“Sounds like this may take some time.”

“I hope you didn’t have a hot date planned.”

“I’ll text him later if you can’t get the job done.”

His grip tightened. “No chance of that, gorgeous.”

She leaned in, grazing his ear with her teeth, sending pangs straight to his groin. “Good.” Her hand slipped into the front of his boxer briefs, grasping his cock before pushing the fabric to the floor. It throbbed against her fingers, each pumping motion making him near-ready to explode. Holy hell, how could this be happening already? She knew just how to touch him, to stroke his length with increasing intensity, to ignite the desire coursing through his veins. His eyes squeezed shut, body shuddering against hers. Wet heat blanketed the swollen head as her eager mouth encased him. Her fingers cupped his balls, kneading them as she suckled, teasing his slit with her merciless tongue. No, no, no… he wasn’t coming from less than thirty seconds of a blowjob. Was he fifteen again? Hell fucking no.

His silent plea was met and her mouth slid upward, leaving every inch of skin ablaze in its wake. Her hands caressed his biceps, tracing the indentations of each taut muscle as her lips made their way back to his. He needed to taste her, to drink in her desire, to make her scream in ecstasy. With one swift motion, she was on her back, legs spread out before him, half-hooded gaze making his chest tighten. The scraps of lacy fabric still covering her were off in a blink, fluttering to the floor at his feet. His tongue grazed the sensitive area between her thighs, making her writhe under the control of his mouth. Hands fisted his hair, pushing him closer to the lust pooling within, her arousal filling him with an insatiable need to prolong her pleasure. Loud whimpers broke the silence, her passion fueling his own.

The overwhelming need to taste every inch of her heated body had a crippling effect, but it couldn’t even compete with the anticipation of plunging into her depths. To close that space between them, to become one, to feel the warmth of her body tight against his… that was what he wanted. All he wanted.

Fuck, his pants were still by the front door. Double fuck. No condom.

“I don’t have—”

A red lacquered fingernail pointed at the nightstand. He fumbled around the contents of the drawer and grabbed a shiny foil packet. With a rocketing heart, his gaze met hers. Those gleaming green eyes held so much emotion… very different from the sex kitten demeanor that normally prevailed. No relationships. That’s what she’d said. But her eyes told a different story. One night… could she handle that? Could he? All rational thought halted when his erection grazed her opening, then slowly entered, stretching her, filling her inch-by-inch. Warmth encased him with each thrust, her channel tightening around him. It was impossible to get close enough, futile to deny his feelings any longer.

She gripped his hips, her nails digging into his flesh. Their bodies rocked together, perfectly in sync. His lips silenced her cries as he plunged deeper and with increasing fervor until he was drowning in all-consuming waves, swept away into a vast sea of unresolved emotions with no lifeline within reach. Faster, harder… the toe-curling sensations shot out to each extremity, firing every last nerve ending. Short, raspy breaths came fast and furious. Tremors erupted within, his body shuddering from the powerful and pummeling force of the most exhilarating release his body had ever known. But nothing could prepare him for the realization that had sent his mind reeling. Unconfirmed feelings were easy to dismiss, but when the truth finally emerged; it was impossible to ignore. The only option was to succumb.

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