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FIERCE DESIRES – A STEAMY MAFIA ROMANCE
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Carmine
Angelina Romano drives me crazy—and not in a good way.
It’s a bummer.
She’s a knockout.
Wild red hair, big blue eyes, and when she struts her stuff in those stilettos…
Today she buried her infamous father.
Tomorrow she takes over as head of the family.
Ridiculous.
She needs to know her place.
I’m the one to teach her.
Then the old man’s family will be mine.
If she chooses to fight
She’ll be sorry…
Angelina
Carmine Caruso.
Head of the Caruso family.
Such an infuriating man.
The girls go nuts over him.
I get it.
He has a body to die for.
And dark seductive, smoldering eyes with a wicked glint.
Then there’s his devilish smile.
It’s sexy as hell.
But I’m going to take over his family.
Carmine Caruso is about to learn I’m my father’s daughter.
If he chooses to fight
He’ll be sorry…
(Author’s Note: The book is written in the third person and contains power exchange content.)
EXCERPT:
Running her fingertips across the smooth, glossy, flame mahogany, she stared at her father’s chair. Just ten short days before, he’d risen to his feet and told her the time had come for her to give it a test drive. She’d laughed out loud.
It was only two days later he’d suffered a severe coronary.
“You left us too soon,” she muttered, wiping the back of her hand across her wet face.
“If he’d lived to be a hundred, you’d feel the same.”
She immediately recognized the deep, baritone voice.
Carmine Caruso.
He’d dared to enter hallowed ground.
Taking a quick, short breath, she gathered her wits and turned.
His muscled physique was clearly evident beneath his perfectly tailored charcoal grey suit, and his mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes suggested the rumors she’d heard were true. Any woman lucky enough to end up in bed with Carmine Caruso was gifted with dark salacious surprises.
“You finally decided to grace us with your presence,” she said sarcastically, pushing the decadent thoughts from her mind. “You can’t fool me, Carmine. I’ve known you my whole life. The lateness of your arrival is by design. You wanted to get the tongues wagging, but your lack of respect has backfired. The only comments I heard were disparaging.”
“You’re wrong, I—”
“I’m not wrong,” she snapped. “Everything you do is premeditated, including your uninvited and unwelcome appearance in this room. Your father was the same, always plotting, planning and scheming.”
“So was yours,” he retorted, “and we both know it comes with the territory, but I arrived late because I had urgent business.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled with a wave of her hand, “I really don’t give a shit.”
“Is that right?” he challenged, raising a single, wicked eyebrow.
“Carmine, you should be in the living room with everyone else. You have no business entering my father’s office uninvited, or rather, my office,” she added pointedly.
Tilting his head to the side, he began moving slowly towards her. “Angelina, when I walked through the front door I saw you leave the lounge and come down here,” he said calmly, then his lips curled in the hint of a smile. “I have a knack for perfect timing.”
“I’d say you have a knack for crappy timing,” she quipped testily. “Go to the lounge, say your hellos and offer your fake condolences, then slither back under your rock.”
“That’s no way to speak to a guest, certainly not this guest.”
“First, I’ll speak to you—and anyone else—as I see fit. Second, I didn’t ask you to come in here, so you’re not a guest, you’re an unwanted intruder. Third, regardless of your high opinion of yourself, there’s nothing special about you.”
The hint of his smile suddenly turned into a wide grin.
“You find that amusing?” she snapped. “Never mind, just leave, or do you want to be thrown out?”
“In the words of the famous bard,” he said softly, continuing to draw closer, “the lady doth protest too much.”