VOW
by Bethany-Kris
Andino + Haven, #2
Publication Date: November 5, 2018
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime, Erotic Romance
Andino + Haven, #2
Publication Date: November 5, 2018
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime, Erotic Romance
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SYNOPSIS
They say it’s always the one you least expect …
Andino Marcello made his choices—the right ones for duty and famiglia. But even the right choices have consequences. He’s never been more aware of that fact than he is now. The thing is, Andino isn’t the same man he once was. The mafia wants what it wants. He’ll push until they all break. Even her.
They say love shouldn’t hurt …
Haven Murphy needs to move on—from her pain and the man who caused it. But the faster she tries to run, the more things stay the same. She never thought it would end like this for them. The thing is, Haven isn’t the same woman she once was. The heart wants what it wants. She’ll fight until it all lets go. Even him.
How far will he go for love?
All the way to the very bitter end.
That’s his vow.
All the way to the very bitter end.
That’s his vow.
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SYNOPSIS:
They say heavy is the head that wears the crown …
Andino Marcello’s world is turned upside down when he becomes the next heir apparent to the Marcello empire. He was comfortable in his place as a Capo, but comfort is for the weak in the world of mafioso. The boss’s seat is waiting. It takes meeting a tattooed beauty who has no idea who Andino is or the criminal legacy he now carries beneath his three-piece suits, and charming smile for him to finally bend the rules set out for him. That doesn’t mean he can keep her.
They say things that never challenge you won’t change you …
Haven Murphy is doing her own thing, and she does it well. The owner of a successful Brooklyn strip club, she makes it her only goal to never fail. She’s just trying to live her life when a morning jog puts her face to face with a man that will change the direction of her life with a single conversation. She knows there’s a dark side to him beyond his good looks, and three-piece suits, but it’s hard for her to care when she wants him. That doesn’t mean he can be hers.
He’s going to break her heart; she’s going to keep his.
Because duty waits on no one.
EXCERPT #2:
“Five
to one—Macey. Is that the fight in Vegas?”
The
bookie nodded. “It is.”
“I
heard those odds are actually one to
five.”
A
sly grin spread over Nathaniel’s lips. “You would be correct.”
“You’re
purposely misleading a client?”
“I
hate when he wastes my fucking time—minimum bet is actually three-hundred.
Trust that in five minutes or so, he’ll call back with a proper apology, I’ll
offer to halve the bet to five-hundred, and he’ll pay with the odds I told him
to. He’ll lose, and it’ll be a good lesson for him about how to speak to me the
next time he calls. And … he will
call again. They always do.”
Yep.
And
this right here was why Andino let Nathaniel get away with some of his shit.
The guy knew what he was doing, and he did it extremely well.
“And
don’t go starting shit with any of the fucking young ones in here, yeah?”
Nathaniel said, nodding at the table where Andino had stolen the chair from. “I
actually like this joint, Andi. I might want to come back.”
Andino
laughed. “Yeah, I’ll try.”
The
bookie only sighed.
“On
your issue—the lawyer—I cleaned it up. I was able to retrieve seventy percent
of the debt through other means.”
For
the first time since Andino sat down, Nathaniel’s cool demeanor cracked as his
gaze narrowed, and a scowl fettered over his mouth. “That so?”
“It
is. It’s not like you to get mixed up with someone who can’t pay their debts.
What happened there?”
“He
developed a habit, I guess.”
“That
all?”
Nathaniel
sucked in air through his teeth. “Favor to a friend, maybe.”
Ah.
“That
makes more sense,” Andino noted.
“Lesson
learned.”
“You
know the deal, huh?”
The
bookie shrugged. “If you have to step in, and you don’t retrieve one-hundred
percent of the debt, then my cut drops back to ten percent. Yeah, I got it,
Andi.”
“You
do good business, Nathaniel. Keep doing that.”
Nathaniel
didn’t even seem to hear Andino—his attention was focused on something else
over Andino’s shoulder, and the widening of his eyes before a low whistle split
through his lips cut through the noise in the room.
“Damn,
girl,” Nathaniel muttered appreciatively, “it’s been a hot minute since you
danced, hasn’t it?”
What in the hell?
Turning
to see what had the bookie distracted was probably Andino’s biggest mistake of
the evening. He couldn’t afford to be off his game when he was doing business,
even if it was with someone he trusted, but the second he saw her on the stage dancing, that’s exactly
where Andino found himself.
Off
balance.
Stunned.
And
entirely stupid, too.
He
hadn’t seen the woman since that day he walked Snaps in the park. And she
certainly didn’t look like she did that day, either.
Then,
she’d been wearing running clothes, with her blonde hair streaked in bright
colors pulled up into a pony, and little makeup.
Tonight,
she wore a black leather body suit that was made out of criss-crossed strips
that covered her body from her ankles to her neck. The strips of leather strategically
covered any part of her that someone might really
want to see—but it still left enough to look at that there was nothing for
the imagination to wonder about.
As
she did a quick spin around the pole by using one hand to keep herself steady
against the metal, he got a peek at how the strips of leather fell below the
curves of her ass, and the G-string she wore under it. And the colorful spread
of multi-colored stars tattooed across her back, and down her spine.
Jesus.
He
suddenly found himself to be ridiculously interested in just how many stars he
might be able to count on her body if given the chance.
Those
patent black pumps on her feet had to be at least six inches tall, but every
step she took made her body sway in the best
fucking way possible.
She
was soft curves.
Toned
lines.
Creamy
skin.
Covered
in ink.
Black hair
pin-straight down to her sexy-as-fuck ass.
The
black hair was new.
ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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