Beth Shelton will do anything to stay alive and be with her son, even if it means marrying into the mob.
She’s done it again! My friend and fellow Wicked Pen Nia Farrell has begun another thrilling, sexy series, and it’s already an international best-seller!
Here’s the official description.
Physical therapist Bethany Shelton is supposed to be dead. That was the plan when Matteo Visconti kidnapped her by mistake, thinking that she was a doctor. He survived the infection after she took the bullet from him, but he left it to his mob boss father and assassin brother to finish her.
Except they didn’t. After a long, futile search for the man who shot him, Matteo learns that Beth survived and he’s a father.
Beth will do anything to stay alive and raise her son. Matteo doesn’t hesitate to drag her down into his world. He’ll make her want to stay despite the danger, despite the pain. But when you marry into the mob, you don’t just get a crime family. You get their enemies, too.
A full-length, standalone dark, dubious consent erotic Mafia romance, written for Ages 18+.
Nia gave me two excerpts. I chose the steamier one. You’re welcome. 😉
“I shouldn’t want you,” he grated, his breath still minty from when she’d helped him brush his teeth after supper. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. With the cashier. With that mother at the checkout. You, without a stitch, lying on the seat of my SUV, looking so peaceful. So pure of heart. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to touch you again. You don’t know who I am. What I’ve done. What I’ll have to do as soon as I can go again. There’s a monster out there who needs put down. He takes women, shares them with his club, and kills them. He raped my cousin. I promised to avenge my family’s honor. I failed once. I won’t rest until he’s stopped.”
Stopped…as in dead.
Matteo was not the kind of man that most parents envision for their daughter. He had no qualms about killing someone who deserved it. He was willing to be judge, jury, and executioner if it meant that justice would be served when the legal system failed.
The intensity in his eyes was mesmerizing. She wet her lips and swallowed hard.
“You should have run away as far and as fast as you could go.”
“You pointed a gun at me.”
“It was empty. It’s still empty unless you found bullets and reloaded it. But I needed help. I’m just sorry it was you.”
He thrust himself against her hand. Beth realized that her fingers were still wrapped around his girth, or as far as they could reach, anyway.
He had needed her, but the nature of his needs had taken a very carnal turn. In another time, another place, she might have been seduced into having a one-night stand with a handsome, well-dressed man possessing an air of danger and an impressive cock. But now…
If she fought him, she could hurt him. If he didn’t take it easy, he could start bleeding internally again, and this time, she might not be able to stop it.
Would it really be so bad, to give herself to him just this once? No right, no wrong. Nothing but elemental need and what it took to assuage it.
“You were my angel of mercy,” he murmured, his voice grown rough with desire. “Have mercy on me now.”
He cupped her head and urged her face down to his. Rather than risk hurting him, she surrendered to her own rising passion.
They came together with opened mouths and parted lips. Tongues thrust, twining around each other in a dance as old as humankind. Forsaking her hold on his manhood, she unzipped her pants, hooked her fingers in the tops of her panties, and shoved everything down. Kicking them aside, she climbed on the bed and straddled him, riding the ridge of his cock and stimulating his length while his mouth continued to consume hers.
He claimed one breast with his good hand, splaying his large fingers, rubbing and squeezing it. Her hardened nipple prodded his palm. Catching it between his fingers, he rolled and tugged on it, a pull that she felt all the way to her core.
She threw off her shirt, wanting to feel his mouth on her breasts. Pushing them together, she offered herself to him, rising up to meet his mouth and welcoming the feel of his lips claiming one, then the other. He took a nipple between his teeth and teased it with his tongue, licking, flicking, curling around it and sucking it inside. He feasted on her flesh like a starving man, a desperate man, a wounded man with an uncertain future, seeking to make the most of the time that was left to him.
She didn’t want to think that he might die. She wasn’t ready to accept that this might be the last act of his life. The last time that he’d know the joy of a woman’s body and the comfort of her touch. She gave it to him, all the while bargaining with God to do what He could to save him. He might be a dangerous man, but he wasn’t a bad man. Not really. He was lonely and vulnerable and likely as scared as she was that things might not end well.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, seeking to reassure him when he pushed down the front of his sweatpants and freed his cock. “It’s okay,” she said when he bent his knees and started to enter her, skin to skin, with nothing separating them. She wasn’t about to raise the subject of condoms with a man who might be dying.
He claimed her in one desperate, searing thrust that took her breath away.
Mercy! Is it hot in here, or is it just me?