DIRTY POOL BY BETHANY-KRIS
Publication Date: May 6, 2019
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime, Erotic Romance, Standalone
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Can we all just bask in the awe
if Michel Marcello for a while?!?! This man! People underestimate him, time and
time again throughout Dirty Pool. Not only am I in awe of Michel, but
Bethany-Kris is brilliant. No matter how many stories, people, or situations
Kris creates for us... everyone is unique and beautiful. Bethany-Kris is the
queen of organized crime! It's a serious talent! Mix that with Kris's serious
talent for story development and the organized crime situations and she creates
these unstoppable stories.
I loved Gabbie. She's a fascinating character... she's
always bent to her father's will, succumbed to what he wanted or what he said.
But with Michel, she finds her voice, her inner strength. Kris is excellent in
showing the wonderful attributes of her couples. How they work better together
than they ever could separately. Both, Michel and Gabbie are energetic and
lively separate but when you put them together they are just magnificent! I
loved how instantaneous their attraction was... how hot their love was. I
enjoyed how when they feel, they feel hard and fast. They both knew what they
wanted and went for it. Who doesn't respect that?!?
Dirty Pool is a bit of a different read than most of
Bethany-Kris's books... we don't have a ton on mystery and high tension with
high stakes. It's more character development and fantastic story development.
Either way, Dirty Pool has Kris's signature writing and I cant help but love
every word she writes. Everything about these characters and their love is
through the roof with heat and passion.
I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I
would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive
or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.
SYNOPSIS
To get what he wants, he’ll have to play a game of dirty pool.
Michel Marcello never wanted to be a mafioso like every other man in his family—he wanted to be more. That doesn’t mean he’s unfamiliar with the life, or that he can’t hold his own against other made men.
They forgot where he came from …
His chance encounter with the fiery and beautiful daughter of Detroit’s most notorious Irish mob boss stokes flames beyond the ones that ignite between Michel and Gabbie Casey. Rivals shouldn’t mix, but these opposites have never been more attracted, either.
The lines between family loyalty, their duties, and responsibility begin to blur.
Love ruins all.
But these two aren’t the only ones playing this game, and it just became far more dangerous to get out alive.
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Dirty Pool is a standalone romantic suspense.
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT
Michel never understood a man’s
desire, but especially not a man in this life, to allow someone to put them in
a chair, tilt them back, and give them the power to kill them with one slice. Because that’s literally all it would
take. His father once explained to him that it was all about the trust with
one’s barber.
It was an experience.
Yeah, whatever.
He’d shave his own fucking face.
He found Sal first, sure, but the
other men in the barber shop were obvious, too. The two men sitting in the
waiting area, their backs against the wall—never a window—while they watched
the Capo getting shaved in the chair. Michel recognized them, too.
Low fucks, really.
Cole Toscano—one of Sal’s few
enforcers that he kept close enough for the guy to make a regular appearance
whenever Michel was around. And Brock Tocci, who was nothing more than a foot
soldier for the Vannozzos.
The two didn’t even pass Michel a
look when he entered. Not that it offended or surprised him any because it
didn’t. They didn’t have any control over him being that he worked for Sal
directly at the moment, and he didn’t have shit to say to them, either.
“Merda,” Sal cussed, finally noticing Michel in the doorway. The
Capo’s dark gaze turned on him for a brief second as the razor hovered just
below his right ear. Michel thought it was probably the coldest the man had
ever looked. He realized then that the friendship he gained with Sal and others
really only went as far as Michel’s ability not
to cause trouble for them. “Took you long enough to get here, didn’t it?”
“I came straight over,” Michel
returned.
Sal scowled, not looking as
though he believed that for a second. “Sure, sure. Take a seat, Michel, and we
can chat.”
The only available chair was next
to the fools in the corner, and Michel was not going to sit beside them like
they were familiar in any sort of way. Maybe it was his raising, but he’d never
known it to be okay for someone like him, with his last name and standing, to
lower himself for the comfort of others.
“I’d rather stand.”
Sal’s gaze narrowed briefly
before he muttered, “Your choice.”
Sure.
Then, the man in the chair waved
a hand at the man holding the razor to his cheek, his mouth barely moving at
all while he spoke. “Meet my father—Senior.
Or, that’s what we call him to distinguish as we own the same name.”
Michel nodded at the older man. “Ciao. Nice to meet you.”
Senior arched one, white brow
high as he looked Michel over. “I cannot say the same at the moment, Michel
Marcello. Hasn’t that father of yours taught you anything yet about the world outside of New York, or did he just plan
for you to learn it as you fucked up?”
“Easy, Papa,” Sal said,
chuckling. “He’s a young one, isn’t he?”
Michel tried not to be annoyed.
And failed.
“I didn’t realize I was on Irish
territory until it was too late last night,” he quickly explained. “And I was
only doing what you told me to, Sal.
Answer the calls, go to the buyer, and do the drop. That was it.”
Sal grunted under his breath.
“Never place blame on someone else when it’s far easier to simply accept what
you can change about your own errors.”
Oh, great.
Were they having a whole thing here?
A moment together?
Michel had a man in his life who
liked to spout Yoda shit at him like he was supposed to give a damn. His own father. He was far more likely to listen
to Dante than Sal, anyway, not that he figured that would be very good to say
out loud at the moment.
“I know I fucked up,” Michel said
simply.
Senior let the razor glide down
the side of Sal’s face, and was the next to speak, saying, “Detroit is not like
New York, Michel. There, I doubt you have to consider your actions, or how they
will affect other men around you like you will here. I understand that you come
from a family and a man where your last name is enough to allow you to sit at the table with the rest of them, but it
will not work that way here. Your father, nor your last name, will keep someone
from killing you because you’ve caused us an issue.”
Sal’s finger pointed upward at
his father. “What he said.”
“I don’t expect where I come from
to do anything for me here,” Michel replied.
Because he really didn’t.
“And I’ll be more careful,” he
added.
Sal sighed, and waved a hand,
stopping his father from continuing the shave. Senior stepped back from his
son, allowing Sal to sit up in the chair. He tugged the towel away from his
lower throat, although his face was still only half shaved. He didn’t seem like
he gave a damn about it when his gaze landed on Michel again.
“We have had problems with the
Casey family for years,” Sal
explained, “because those Irish bastards are the stronghold here. We have only
recently managed to get to a peaceful place with them, and do understand that
we cannot afford to go back to war with them. And we won’t.”
“Not for you, anyway,” the
enforcer in the corner muttered.
Sal jerked a thumb in the idiot’s
direction. “What he said.”
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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