Teaser of Shattered - The Russian Guns, 5 #ComingSoon #Mafia #Romance
I offer you a teaser of Demyan today ... enjoy. ;)

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“She shouldn’t be here at all, Ma.”
“Why not?” his mother shot back. “Because she has Irish ancestry she’s not good enough to sit at our table?”
“Because she’s related to the Dolans! And she’ll get us all killed!”
That was the first time Claire heard Demyan raise his voice and the sound of it shocked her. Deep, heated, and tough enough to cut steel. Even the blue of his irises darkened in his fury. All over again, Claire found her heart racing and her air sticking in her throat.
She was attracted to this man.
This angry, pained, and dark in his soul man.
God, what was wrong with her?
“I only want to help,” Claire said, gaining Demyan’s heady attention on her again. The unease he created inside her burrowed in, but strangely, it wasn’t a bad feeling. “I don’t want what happened to you—”
“Don’t,” he growled.
Claire blinked. “What?”
“You don’t know a goddamn thing about me, my daughter, or what happened to us. Whatever they’ve told you,” Demyan said, waving at his parents, “… is nothing compared to what really took place the day I met your uncle. And your brother? Oh my God, that piece of shit. He was a rapist, sociopathic, useless excuse of breath. I did the world a favor by killing him.”
“I agree.”
It hurt to admit she felt that way because Claire never thought it was possible for her believe in such violence, but she did. Cavan absolutely deserved what he got. Maybe in his last moments, her brother finally understood his actions had consequences.
But he wasn’t the only guilty one.
Demyan pushed away from the table. “I’m done with this.”
Anton stood. “Demyan, please just give me more time to explain everything.”
“No, I’m done. I’m taking my daughter out of here, and I’m going home. Until you clean this house of the trash you brought into it, don’t ask me back. You can safely assume my position is the same for Vera. And since I am her father and primary caregiver, I make all the calls for her.”
Ouch. Anger filled Claire like someone had poured hot lava into her veins.
“Trash?” she asked.
Without realizing it, she’d been fingering the Celtic cross at her throat. Her hand clenched around the pendant so tightly it bit into her skin.
“Is that all I am to you, Demyan Avdonin? Trash. Garbage. Filth.” Claire swallowed the bitter taste of disgust on her tongue. “If I get too close, will I make you dirty, too? Is that what you’re afraid of?”
Demyan didn’t give a thing away as he said, “Stay the fuck away from my daughter.”
Hadn’t he heard her earlier? “I would never hurt that little girl.”

“Stay the fuck away or you won’t like what happens.” 
Filthy Marcellos: Antony is Live! #Mafia #FilthyMarcellos - Read Chapter One
Antony surprise released a couple of days ago! Enjoy!


Filthy Marcellos: Antony
Filthy Marcellos Prequel

Antony Marcello didn’t break the rules. Not the ones that mattered, anyway. In the world of La Cosa Nostra, justice was served with a single word and a bullet, not a courthouse and a judge. When he was told to jump, there was only one appropriate response: How high, Boss? 

Some rules are worth bending. 

La famiglia has been Antony’s goal for longer than he cares to remember. Getting his button is everything alongside family, honor, God, and loyalty. Meeting Cecelia Catrolli puts what he thought he knew upside down as the mafia, friendship, secrets and love carry him through life. Nothing is ever easy. 

Some rules are worth the killing. 

When Cosa Nostra, the one thing he has always known and trusted, takes away his best friend, leaving Antony to pick up the pieces, he’ll have to decide if the rules are finally worth breaking. He didn’t start out as the boss, he began as just Antony. 

Sometimes, you have to learn how to be filthy. 

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A coming of age with romance, organized crime and suspense elements

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Chapter One

January, 1964

“Never forget your gun, kid. You always need that fucking thing here … in this thing, you need that. Get caught without your gun, and I guarantee you won’t like what happens.”
Five-year-old Antony Marcello eyed the shiny revolver his father was cleaning with interest. “What thing, PapĂ ?”
Ross smiled. “This thing of ours, kid. This goddamn fucking thing of ours.”
“Oh.”
Antony still didn’t know what his father was talking about. Not yet, anyway. But he liked that gun and the new red pocketknife his father had given him that morning.
“And make sure you follow the rules, Antony. Always.”

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February, 1984

“He went easy,” the nurse said softly.
Antony shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. The nurse didn’t understand and she was trying to help, he knew.
Easy was a relative term that didn’t apply to his father’s death. How easy could it have been to drink yourself to death for a good decade? How easy was it to wake up shaking, chug a couple of beers to ease the tremors, spend half the day vomiting, and then pass out wherever you fell?
No, alcoholism wasn’t easy.
“What did they do, shoot him up with morphine through the last of it?” Antony asked gruffly.
The nurse blinked in surprise. “Pardon?”
“Did they make it easy, I mean,” Antony clarified.
“Um … Well, you see—”
“Miss, I’ve watched my father drink himself to death for the last ten years since my mother passed. Whatever you’re trying to soften for me, don’t. I can handle it, trust me.”
“We offered medication to help him, but he refused. He seemed in high spirits and was even singing for a short while.”
The nurse left a hell of a lot unsaid. Antony took note instantly. Living his lifestyle, noticing shit about people could be a lifesaver.
“And?” Antony pressed.
“We thought he fell asleep and he’d demanded we turn the beeping of the monitor off.”
Yeah, Antony got the gist. They hadn’t even known Ross passed on.
Shit, maybe his father hadn’t suffered then. Maybe he just … went to sleep and that was that.
The last ten years of Antony’s life had revolved around two things: keeping his father’s head above water and getting his button in La Cosa Nostra. Evidently, he’d failed at the first. Now that he was twenty-five, it seemed like he was going to fuck up on the second before he even got the chance to be a made man.
Part of his reason for being held back as just an associate to the Catrolli crime family was three feet away, dead in a hospital bed. Ross’ penchant for drinking broke one of Cosa Nostra’s most fundamental rules. Men who acted like drunken fools were liabilities and shameful to the family. Ross had been made though, but his son suffered the consequences for his choices. Gaining trust when your father did what he did was difficult.
It didn’t matter that Antony was also the grandson of Andino Marcello, the right-hand man and consigliere to Vinnie Catrolli. Because in the end, he still had a drunkard for a father.
Like father, like son as the saying went.
Still, Antony held no grudge for his father. He supposed he understood in some ways. When Cella, Antony’s mother, died a decade ago in a drowning incident, Ross had never been the same. The man was unable to save his wife, his children were left motherless through some of the most important years of their life, and time kept moving.
When Ross’ world stopped, everyone else’s kept turning. Because Cella had literally been Ross’ earth while he was her moon, constantly rotating around her, building his life surrounding her. Antony couldn’t remember a time when his parent’s argued, never mind seeing something physically violent between the two, and his father, as far as he knew, had always been faithful.
Looking around at the other people in his life, Antony knew that was a rarity. Men in their world usually had a mistress or two on the side—goomahs birthing illegitimate children while the men’s wives turned a blind eye.
Not Ross.
Antony didn’t have the first clue what a love like that felt like.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to, either.
“I’ll have arrangements made,” Antony said, pushing those thoughts away.
The nurse nodded. “He’ll be tagged in the morgue.”
Tagged.
In the morgue.
Antony felt cold all over.

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Antony had just walked into his home when the phone started ringing.
Christ, he wanted to ignore it. Badly.
He couldn’t.
It’d be just his luck that the call he ignored would come from the boss. Never shun a boss. It was a rule.
Antony didn’t bother to kick off his shoes or remove his suit jacket before crossing the foyer, entering the living room and picking up the call. “Marcello speaking.”
“Morning, Tony,” came a familiar voice on the other end.
“Morning, John.”
Johnathan Grovatti was, and always had been, one of Antony’s best friends. There was a two-year age difference between the two with Johnathan being the older one. Johnathan had gotten his button at eighteen—one of the many perks of having a rival boss for a father from a fellow New York family.
However, Johnathan’s older brother was taking over his father’s spot while John was set to take over Vinnie Catrolli’s when the man was dead or done. The arrangement between the families had saved a lot of blood from being shed what with the rivals doing business so close together and everything.
Antony supposed that was most important. Even if it meant John had to marry a woman he despised for the sake of business. Vinnie’s youngest daughter Kate was a nasty thing, but maybe Johnathan could tame her. Or at the very least, handle her.
“Got business today in Hell’s Kitchen,” John informed.
Antony cringed. Not today, man. He still had to contact his family about Ross and get in touch with the funeral home.
“Can it be pushed back—”
“No, the order came from Vinnie directly. It’s nothing big.”
If it came from the boss, it was something big.
“Yeah, all right,” Antony replied tiredly.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Johnathan asked.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
This was Cosa Nostra. Antony’s life. Everything else came second when la famiglia called. Cosa Nostra came first, always.
“When and where do you want to meet up?” Antony asked instead of answering his friend.
“How about Dee’s Diner?”
Antony gritted his teeth, knowing damn well why Johnathan wanted to meet up there. “She going to be there?”
“She who?”
“Don’t play fucking stupid, man,” Antony said.
Johnathan sighed. “Tony—”
“You’re promised to be married to another woman, John.”
Antony didn’t believe in infidelity.
“Not for another few years.”
From what Antony understood, Vinnie Catrolli wanted his daughter to reach the age of twenty-three before she married John. Then, she’d have time to finish school and whatever else. Antony figured that was Vinnie’s way of buying time and keeping an eye on John, but John didn’t seem to give a damn about the length of time before his marriage would happen.
“Vinnie is going to find out and when he does, your father will find out,” Antony warned.
And if that happened, Johnathan would lose both his place as the Catrolli heir and inheritance. Not because he had a goomah on the side, someone Antony didn’t know all that well and didn’t care to, but because he wasn’t following the expectations set out for him by his father.
John never did follow the rules very well.
“They haven’t yet.”
“I don’t want anything to do with that mess, John.”
John cussed. “Fine, asshole. Downtown at the Mecca in twenty instead, Tony. Does that fucking work for you?”
Yeah, that worked.
“In twenty,” Antony confirmed before hanging up the call.
Antony dialed another number, rubbing at his forehead to soothe the sudden headache he sported. When his grandfather picked up the call, Antony wondered if the man would even care that his oldest son had died.
Andino and Ross never had seen eye to eye on most things.
Ciao,” Andino greeted. “Marcello speaking.”
“We all answer the phone the same way,” Antony said, chuckling to himself.
“Morning, kid.”
Antony fought the urge to scoff. Twenty-five-years-old and he was still a kid to his grandfather.
“What do you want at seven in the goddamn morning?” Andino demanded.
“I’ve got business to do down in the Kitchen today with John,” Antony replied.
“Yeah, so? Do it.”
“I plan on it, but I need a favor.”
“What’s that?” Andino asked.
Antony could hear the telltale click of his grandfather’s cutter snipping off the end of what was likely a Cuban cigar. While Antony tried to live modestly, for the most part, his family came from old money. Old, old money.
So old it fucking reeked.
His bank account had more zeroes than he cared to count, but Antony had never once treated his inheritance like it was a free ride through life. No, he worked his damned ass off every single day. The more he owned, the better he felt. Someone was less likely to try and take something away from him that way.
“I got a call from the hospital this morning,” Antony started to say.
“No,” Andino cut in. “Absolutely not, Tony. Have a good day, kid.”
With that, his grandfather hung up the call.
Antony stared at the receiver in his hand, not even shocked at Andino’s reaction. Even broaching the topic of Ross with Andino usually ended badly in some way. Like most everyone else had, Andino wiped his hands clean of his son’s mess long ago.
Blowing out a harsh breath, Antony slammed the phone down on the receiver, picked it up again, and dialed yet another number. His younger brother probably wouldn’t care or want anything to do with their father’s death, either, but Antony didn’t have time for this nonsense today.
Ross Junior picked up the phone and before he had even finished saying hello, Antony said, “Dad’s dead, I’ve got work to do, and somebody needs to call the fucking funeral home.”
Let the family make of that what they wanted.
Antony didn’t give a damn anymore. 
Author Heather Thurmeier Talks The Hookup Hoax #Romance @hthurmeier
In THE HOOKUP HOAX Sawyer would do almost anything to win the deed to his family’s cabin—including entering into a fake relationship with his best friend’s gorgeous little sister. The cabin means so much to him. It’s the place he feels most connected to his family, past and present, and the place he hopes to continues to call home for years and years into the future.

In some ways, I can relate to Sawyer. My grandparents had a cabin when I was young. It’s since been passed down to my aunt, and I haven’t been out there in years, but my memories of the place are still clear.

While Sawyer’s cabin is directly on a lake, my grandparent’s cabin was just a short walk away from one. I remember walking the path to get to the lake and wading into the cool water for what felt like a mile while it was still only waist deep. It was awesome! Days we swam, ran around the yard, caught frogs, climbed trees, played card games. Nights we had bonfires, caught fireflies, and cuddled under blankets. It was pretty great!

There’s a whole section of the book where Sawyer and Olivia are visiting Gran and Gramps at the cabin and I LOVED writing it! It was so fun to draw on my memories of the cabin I knew from my childhood to create this amazing place for Sawyer. While the cabin, the location, and the people are completely fictional in the book, the feeling of peace and family were definitely something I didn’t have to make up.

As an adult, I sometimes think it might be nice to have a family cabin again some day. Let my children have some of the same experiences as I had. There’s something so appealing about the idea of having a little place in the woods somewhere, hopefully looking over a lake, eating s’mores by an evening fire, and spending lots of time together without the distractions of our regular lives.

Of course, I could get all of those things with an ocean-front beach house in the Caribbean too, right? LOL. A girl can dream.

Do you have a little place to escape to? A cabin or cottage or beach house? Maybe even a favorite place to go tenting? Do you want a place to escape to or is your home your own little oasis in the world?


Title: The Hookup Hoax

Author: Heather Thurmeier

Tagline: The perfect guy. The perfect girl. The perfect lie.

BCC:

Sawyer Sterling needs a girlfriend. With the family cabin up for grabs, he's desperate to prove that he could be the guy to “pass it on.” Of course, Sawyer also has a tendency to treat relationships like a contagious stomach flu that should be avoided at all costs. Now he needs a girlfriend-for-hire. Someone he can trust. Someone he could never, ever fall for...

Someone like his best friend's sister.

Sawyer's offer is exactly what Olivia Morgan needs. After traveling around the world for the last five years, the promise of a job and free accommodations is heaven. And sure, maybe Sawyer's a super-hot, charming guy with dimples made for kissing, but he’s not willing to be the guy—or relationship—she needs.

All it takes is one hot hook-up before this little hoax gets blown all to hell...     


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Excerpt:


Turning her back to Sawyer, she opened the cabinet and reached up to the middle shelf. She never really thought of herself as short until she had to perch on the balls of her feet to reach something, feeling the stretch through her entire body, like a yoga instructor. Just as her hand circled the glass, a cool breeze blew across her right butt cheek.
Her exposed right butt cheek.
Why did I wear a thong today? Couldn’t I take two seconds to put on pants?
Quickly, she lowered her arm. As she did, the soft cotton of her nightshirt slid back over her rear, covering her. She swallowed hard.
Did he see? Please be looking anywhere else...
She turned, gripping her newly acquired glass.
His gaze hit her right around the tops of her thighs then slowly traveled up the length of her body before settling on her eyes. Every nerve ending came to life under his scrutiny. His jaw muscle bulged as if he was clenching his teeth.
Oh, he saw. Everything.
“I...” she said, then closed her eyes while trying to think of something appropriate to say. Sorry I just flashed you my ass? Thongs, huh? Can’t depend on them for coverage!
She bit her lower lip and forced her eyes open. She was a big girl. Surely she could face a minor awkward moment head on. Olivia met his gaze while pulling a quivering breath into her tight lungs.
“I...”
“I’m going to bed,” he said quickly, holding her gaze. His eyes sparkled in the bright kitchen lights, like the sun reflecting off the ocean. “I have an early meeting. Tomorrow, I’ll get everything sorted out for your new job and bring home any paperwork you need to fill out. You can start first thing next week, okay?” He stared at her for a moment before pushing off the counter and walking out of the room with what she thought was a sigh.
Could’ve been a quiet groan.

“Thank you,” she called weakly after him, thrilled for the change in topic, and for his chivalrous behavior concerning her wardrobe malfunction... until she realized that not only had her platonic, fake-boyfriend and roommate just seen her naked ass cheek—so had her new boss.



Author Bio:

Heather Thurmeier is a lover of strawberry margaritas, a hater of spiders and a reality TV junkie. Born and raised in the Canadian prairies, she now lives in New York with her husband and kids where she’s become some kind of odd Canuck-Yankee hybrid. When she's not busy taking care of the kids and pets, Heather’s writing her next romance, which will probably be filled with sassy heroines, sexy heroes that make your heart pound, laugh out loud moments and always a happily ever after. She loves to hear from readers on social media and her website at heatherthurmeier.com!

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Author Email:  hthurmeier@gmail.com
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Filthy Marcellos: Lucian is on sale for a limited time! #Mafia #Romance
Filthy Marcellos: Lucian is on sale for 99cents on Amazon and 1.99 on all other vendors for the next week leading up to the release of the final Filthy brother. If you haven't picked up your copy, now is the time!

Happy reading!


Filthy Marcellos: Lucian, Book One

Lucian Marcello is aware of the expectations following him as the oldest son of one of North America’s most infamous Cosa Nostra Dons. Family in his world is more than blood and sharing a last name. It’s the honor, respect, business, and the life. Being a Capo is just a stepping stone until it’s time for him to take on the role of underboss but a chance meeting with her could be the one thing he’d risk it all for.

She is exactly what he didn’t know he was looking for.

Jordyn Reese spends her time trying to stay under the radar of a man who wouldn’t think twice about killing her. Unwillingly affiliated with a dangerous MC gang, her life is dominated by the men surrounding her and her future rests solely in how useful she can be for them. The last thing she needs is some Mafioso gaining her more unwanted attention from the club.

He is everything she should stay away from but can’t.

Notoriously violent when it comes to getting what he wants, Lucian will stop at nothing to make the target on Jordyn’s back disappear. But sometimes the worst threats are the ones you can’t see until it’s too late. The truth behind Lucian’s history is about to take center stage in more ways than one, and it’ll either save him … or kill him.

This world leaves everyone a little filthy.

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A contemporary erotic romance with organized crime and suspense elements

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Reviews: "One-click must. I was drawn in immediately to Lucian and his Italian family. But low and behold he finds his lasting passion and desire in the last place on earth he ever thought possible, the confessional!" 5 out of 5 stars - KB, Amazon Reviewer

"I loved this book, absolutely LOVED this book. Again, being of Italian descent, this book reminded me of my childhood with the big Sunday meals and the tons of extended family, the closeness of us all." 5 out of 5 stars - Donna, Words Turn Me On

"The author did an amazing job of balancing the dark of the gritty worlds in which the story is set, and the love between all the characters - romantic interest, maternal/paternal, and siblings." 5 out of 5 stars - Amazon Reviewer


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Blurb Reveal - Filthy Marcellos: Antony #ComingSoon
I'm sharing the blurb for Antony today. If all goes well, he will be out very, very soon.

Enjoy.



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Antony Marcello didn’t break the rules. Not the ones that mattered, anyway. In the world of La Cosa Nostra, justice was served with a single word and a bullet, not a courthouse and a judge. When he was told to jump, there was only one appropriate response: How high, Boss?

Some rules are worth bending.

La famiglia has been Antony’s goal for longer than he cares to remember. Getting his button is everything alongside family, honor, God, and loyalty. Meeting Cecelia Catrolli puts what he thought he knew upside down as the mafia, friendship, secrets and love carry him through life. Nothing is ever easy.

Some rules are worth the killing.

When Cosa Nostra, the one thing he has always known and trusted, takes away his best friend, leaving Antony to pick up the pieces, he’ll have to decide if the rules are finally worth breaking. He didn’t start out as the boss, he began as just Antony.


Sometimes, you have to learn how to be filthy. 
Spotlight on Boy Toy by @JewelQuinlan #NewRelease @EvernightPub


New Release: Boy Toy
The Cougar Journals Book 2
by Jewel Quinlan from Evernight Publishing

Blurb: Left hot, bothered, and disappointed by Grant—the man she had high hopes for—Ava breaks up with him and heads out on a ski weekend with a group of friends. Harrison, a twenty-three year old member of the group, can’t help but take notice of her and makes advances. Some of which Ava can’t brush aside when they are stuck sharing a room together. Will she give in to Harrison’s moves or go home and work things out with Grant?


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Enjoy this excerpt from Boy Toy:

The covers shifted again and I could feel the section near me, behind my back, lifting as he scooted closer. The warmth of his body was settled very close to and almost against mine, mirroring my shape like a puzzle piece. His voice was a low whisper in my ear, a single-syllable question. “Spoon?”
My mind went through rapid-fire calculations. Spoon? What would be the consequences of that? Should I do it? I churned through the outcomes of either saying yes or no but, after a moment, threw my pros and cons list out the window as the conclusion of, what the hell, why not? came to me. He was cute and I could use a little spooning. It wasn’t something I got to do often.
“Mm-hm.” I scooted backward into his embrace.
He slid his hand around my waist, his fingers sliding along my rib cage all the way around until he was cupping my other side. Then he nestled his face in my hair and inhaled my scent. “You smell nice,” he whispered.
“Thanks,” I murmured back. For some reason I kept my voice low as if talking too loud would break the spell. It felt so good to have all six feet of his firm body stretched along mine. Even pressed against my back I could sense the various muscles making contact with me. The slow rhythm of his breath just skimming my ear was nice. I let go of all the typical female questions that rose up in my mind at the scenario and enjoyed the moment.
There had been so many times in my life I had imagined waking up in bed with my husband just like this, feeling a new day awakening with me safe and cozy in my true love’s arms. It was one of those dreams that, now, was becoming painful to replay as my singleness continued to stretch out year after year. In a moment like this it was easy to take it out of the closet, dust it off, and use it as a sort of atmosphere to what was actually going on. When things like this happened it reinforced the fact that I really did want to get married. It was just a matter of Mr. Right showing up. No matter how my logical mind kept trying to force Grant into the shape of that hole, my true self stood back shaking its head and saying, “It’s not going to work. There’s too big of an issue there.”
After a few minutes of laying in silence together with the rise and fall of our chests matching, I could feel myself starting to slip away again into dreamland. But then Harrison shifted his hips, scooting closer to my backside. My eyes shot open as it registered exactly what was pressing against my ass and lower back.
Morning wood!


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Cover Reveal: Filthy Marcellos: Antony (Filthy Marcellos, 0.5) #ComingSoon #Mafia #Romance
Antony will be out sooner than you think, so I am sharing his cover early. 
Like his sons' covers, he also follows the theme. 
Blurb to come soon. 

--Kris




Filthy Marcellos: Dante is on Pre-order! #ComingSoon #Mafia #Romance

Dante releases June 2nd. So, that's coming right up. He's on pre-order at the moment, and the links for where you can find him are down below.

Blurb:

Dante Marcello’s life has been a carefully planned event as an heir to a Cosa Nostra throne. For as long as he can remember, he’s had one goal in mind, and that’s becoming the Don. With his father ready to step down, it’s Dante’s turn to step up. But without a wife at his side, his seat as the boss is on shaky ground. Until she shows up with an offer he wants to refuse, but can’t.

With her, he’s got everything to gain.

Catrina Danzi is known for her angel face and a predator’s grace. For over a decade, she’s worked as a successful Queen Pin dealing with a repertoire of clientele who can’t afford a scandal. That’s why they ask for her and why they call her Queen. Marrying Dante Marcello means giving up the business and status she loves in order to gain protection she can’t provide on her own, but she no longer has a choice.

Without him, she’s got everything to lose. 

The rules for their arrangement are simple: no intimacy, no emotions. Dante isn’t looking for love and Catrina doesn’t need attachments. In the end, life has a way of breaking down walls when you least expect it to, and once love gets in, there’s no bleeding it out. Together, they make a formidable team the Commission won’t be able to ignore. Catrina’s secret of what she’s kept safe will put the entire Marcello family in danger when it finally catches up with her. The Marcellos have yet to be beaten, and they’re not about to start bowing down now.

Even the most beautiful things are a little filthy.

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Filthy Marcellos, Book Three
Can be read as a standalone in the series. 

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Filthy Marcellos: Dante is available for pre-order at the following:
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Teaser of Filthy Marcellos: Antony - #ComingSoon #Mafia #Romance
Yep, you read that right. This has been my secret project for a little while. It will, essentially, be a prequel to the whole Filthy Series. :D

Enjoy.

--Kris

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Antony had just walked into his home when the phone started ringing.
Christ, he wanted to ignore it. Badly.
He couldn’t.
It’d be just his luck that the call he ignored would come from the boss. Never shun a boss. It was a rule.
Antony didn’t bother to kick off his shoes or remove his suit jacket before crossing the foyer, entering the living room and picking up the call. “Marcello speaking.”
“Morning, Tony,” came a familiar voice on the other end.
“Morning, John.”
Johnathan Grovatti was, and always had been, one of Antony’s best friends. There was a two-year age difference between the two with Johnathan being the older one. Johnathan had gotten his button at eighteen—one of the many perks of having a rival boss for a father from a fellow New York family.
However, Johnathan’s older brother was taking over his father’s spot, while he was set to take over Vinnie Catrolli’s when the man was dead or done. The arrangement between the families had saved a lot of blood from being shed what with the rivals doing business so close together and everything.
Antony supposed that was most important. Even if it meant John had to marry a woman he despised for the sake of business. Vinnie’s youngest daughter Kate was a nasty thing, but maybe Johnathan could tame her. Or at the very least, handle her.
“Got business today in Hell’s Kitchen,” John informed.
Antony cringed. Not today, man.