Blurb Reveal for The Jersey Vignettes: A Russian Guns Novella #ComingSoon
Originally, I had planned to release the Vignettes for Ana and Koldan in February. Plans changed, and it will be releasing sooner rather than later. Like, probably this week or next.

For now, enjoy the blurb.

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Ana Avdonin had always been a little difficult. Particular, hard to please, and she didn’t deny any of it. As a Bratva princess and the daughter of Anton Avdonin, she was taught that if—not when—she chose to have a man stand by her side, he should be worthy of the position.

When Koldan Vasin swept into her life like a hurricane, he quickly turned everything that Ana thought she knew upside down. He’d always called her beautiful even at her ugliest; even in her worst moments, she was so beautiful to him.

From engagement, to a wedding, a move to Jersey, and even children, the snapshots of Ana and Koldan’s life haven’t always been perfect, but they have been honest, filled with love, and painfully real.

Loving is the easy part.

Living is what’s hard.

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PLEASE NOTE: The Jersey Vignettes is an 18k COMPANION novella to The Russian Guns series. It follows a decade of time in the life of Ana and Koldan Vasin from marriage, and far beyond. It is NOT to be read as a standalone in the series.


Find The Jersey Vignettes on Goodreads
Scarless & Sacred is on Preorder! #MafiaRomance #ComingSoon
I wanted to wait until after Christmas to announce that Scarless was live on preorder. Everything seems to get lost in the holiday rush of things.


So, here it is.


You can find Scarless & Sacred on the following vendors. It will release January 11th.

Amazon
iTunes
Kobo
Barnes & Noble




Cover Reveal for The Jersey Vignettes (The Russian Guns, 6) #ComingSoon
Yes, you read that correctly. There is one final Russian Guns story to be told. That just happens to be the novella length story I donated to a charity for Ana and Koldan. It is vignettes of their life together, from engagement, to marriage, to babies and beyond.

It is sweet, sometimes it's gritty and real, but it is beautiful.

It is also the final Russian Guns piece.

When will it release? I don't know. I was thinking February ... it might be sooner.

For now, enjoy this beautiful cover. Designed by the amazing Jay Aheer, how could it be anything less than fucking perfect right?

And yes, if that girl on the front looks familiar, she should. It is the same model as the cover on Demyan & Ana. I loved her face. She was who I saw as Ana every time I sat down to write in the girl's head.

Enjoy.

--Kris


Happy Holidays from me and mine!
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or whatever it is you celebrate with your family and loved ones, I hope you have a wonderful holiday.

This is an exciting year for my family, as it's the first year two of my sons actually understand more about the process and traditions of Christmas. My oldest (5, almost 6) and my middle (3, almost 4) have been eyeing the presents under the tree and trying their hardest to convince their father and me to let them open "just one, please" to no avail. But their excitement is palpable, and I love it.

Some of our traditions include the usual things, like baking sweets the night before, letting them open one gift, and watching Christmas flicks until our eyes sting and the kids are asleep. It's a busy time of the year, but it's also a wonderful time.

Have a safe and happy holiday.

Love from me and mine,

Bethany-Kris


Antony & Dante are now back on all vendors! #MafiaRomance
Antony and Dante have finally run their course on KU. Which means, they are now live on all other vendors again. <3

Find them here:



ANTONY


DANTE
Filthy Marcellos: Legacy is now in Paperback!
It's a very small paperback, mind you, but for those who love this series, I knew they would want this physical book on their shelves, too.

Find it on the following vendors:

Createspace
Amazon

***Expanded vendors will take a few weeks, but it will go up.

Hugs and love,

Kris


ARC Signups for Scarless & Sacred (The Chicago War, 3) #MafiaRomance
Scarless & Sacred is now ready for ARC signups. Find the easy to fill out form below!

Direct link to the form can be found here: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1bt64eUXXndCYdGktzHONsKi5Hu8gbmM9Qu2YRA4Y4ow/viewform


Secrets & Lies by Susanne Matthews - @jandsmatt #RomanticSuspense #Review
Secrets and Lies
Book Four, Hearts of Braden Series 
by Susanne Matthews
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: Full Length Novel

Blurb: 

DEA agent, Emily Shepherd, is after the Chef, a crystal meth cook, who sets up labs for the Mexican cartel and walks away—the same man responsible for the deaths of her husband and unborn child. Her search leads her to Braden, Iowa, a small town just right for the Chef’s specialty. But identifying her quarry won’t be easy when she’s up against a woman who sees her as a threat, a male chauvinistic deputy sheriff, and an attractive school principal who might just be at the center of it all.

Jackson Harris has sworn off women. Life is satisfactory, if lonely, until he meets a hazel-eyed damsel in distress who gets under his skin, and triggers that protective instinct of his. There's a killer in town, one who may or may not be a notorious drug lord. Finding him, and keeping his town, his students, and Emily safe, may be harder than he thinks.

Love is breaking out in Braden, Iowa. Follow all the romance with this collection of stories. Secrets and Lies is part of the Hearts of Braden Series, a multi-author series Secrets and Lies stands alone for your reading enjoyment, but the story doesn't need to end there.

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Bethany-Kris's Review of Secrets and Lies
****Five Stars****

Emily Shepherd, undercover DEA agent, is going to do everything in her power to take down the Chef, a dangerous Meth cook that ruined her life. In a failed raid that took away her husband and unborn child in an effort to get the Chef out of business and rid his product from the streets, Emily was left far more than husbandless and childless. She was also left permanently disfigured and scarred in more ways than one. The town of Braden looks like it might be the Chef's next spot to cook, and come He*l or high water, Emily is going to take him down. 

Or is she? 

Jackson Harris, Braden high school principal and secret millionaire, has enough to manage between his school, the new food program being implemented, and strange happenings in the town to get caught up in some love affair with a woman. But when that woman also ends up being part of the reason for the happenings, and she's a target of several attacks, every protective instinct he has comes out to keep Emily safe. 

But can he handle her lies? 

Mrs. Matthews Harvester series ranks high on my favorite romantic suspense list. Like way high. Best out there. Got it? Secrets and Lies is now climbing my list as well. As much as I strive to get the right feel for a good and proper romantic suspense, this author gets it every single time. She keeps you wondering and guessing until the very last minute. She makes your heart race and your fingers struggling to catch up to turn the pages faster. She is amazing. 

And I can't say it enough. 

She deserves far more than just the praise I can give. Her writing and storytelling is exceptional. Her stories stand on their own legs. They are fantastic. Read them. Now. 

I felt for Emily. I felt her struggle to maintain some semblance of dignity and independence despite her situation. I felt her pain from losing her husband and child, to her confusion about the attraction she felt to a stranger. And Jackson? What's there to say other than Matthews writes wonderfully souled heroes. They're tough, touching, and great men. 

You cannot ask for more than that. 

Well done, Susanne. Well played. 

NOW GIVE ME THE FINAL HARVESTER BOOK. 

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EXCERPT:

“Where do you think you’re going, missy?” the deputy yelled at her as he walked swiftly to her side.
Great. Just what I need.
Lightening flashed in the distance, the roar of thunder coming only seconds later. A fat raindrop landed on her arm.
“Home, thank you,” she replied, and turned to smile at the man.
“Not in the shape you’re in,” he said aggressively. “I saw you stagger in there. I don’t know what it’s like where you come from, but drunks don’t drive in this town. Just how many of those drafts did you have?”
Fisting her hands at her side, she counted to five before looking him right in the eye, fighting to keep distrust and dislike out of her voice. She smiled, but knowing herself as she did, she was probably sneering, just making things worse. The last thing she needed was to get on this man’s bad side and make a scene. “I had one small beer, deputy. I can assure you I’m not drunk and quite capable of driving back to my apartment. I’m just very tired, and it’s been a long day.”
“Don’t give me that bull, lady. If you had one beer, I’m the pope. I saw you almost fall when you stood up. People don’t stumble like that after one beer. And look where you’re parked. That’s a restricted spot and good for a fifty dollar fine. What is it with you big city folks? Don’t think the local laws apply to you?”
“If you look on the dash, you’ll see my handicap parking permit.”
“And how the hell did you get that? Have a hangnail?”
“I have an artificial hip, which is the reason I stumbled when I moved too quickly,” she answered gritting her teeth to keep her temper. “Now, if you’ll be so kind as to step aside. I’d really like to get out of the rain before it gets any worse.”
“What? Are you afraid you’ll melt? How do I know you aren’t lying to me?”
“You don’t,” she ground out on the verge of not only losing her temper but giving him the tongue lashing he so richly deserved. “And unless you’re a medical doctor I’m not about to pull down my pants and show you the scars. Now, I asked you to step aside please and let me go.”
The deputy’s heightened color warned her of his fury. She’d met guys like him before, had worked with them, and it seemed as if she’d pushed his buttons without meaning to. Damn.
“Is there a problem, Kevin?” haircut man asked as he stepped up beside the deputy.
“No problem, Jack,” the deputy snarled, obviously annoyed by the interruption. “Like I said inside, the little lady’s had too much to drink, and now, she’s trying to feed me some cock and bull story about an artificial hip. Like she’s old enough to have her damn hip replaced. I ought to run her in for being mouthy and resisting arrest on top of being intoxicated in a public place.”
“If you arrested everyone for being drunk at Buddy’s, you’d need a jail ten times the size of the one you have. Besides, I think the lady is as sober as she says she is. Jenny brought her a small, light draft while she waited for her food, and since she has the parking permit, I’d say why not give her the benefit of the doubt? She’s probably just passing through anyway—Illinois plates. You don’t want to get tied up doing all that paperwork, and if the breathalyzer and blood work come back clean, Calvin’s going to tear a strip off you for wasting resources again and forcing him to issue another apology. Besides, Jenny gave me your supper, and Buddy says it’s on the house.”
Emily wanted to scream since she was right there and quite capable of defending herself. Haircut man smiled apologetically at her, and she felt as if the wind had been knocked out her. He even had Alex’s dimple. Suddenly, she just wanted to go home, and lick her wounds. Coming here was a mistake. She wasn’t ready to be back at work, back in the field, back in proximity to a man who was the spitting image of the one she’d lost.
“Tell you what,” he continued his argument with the deputy. “I’ll follow her home, and if she swerves an inch, I’ll call you, and you can cite her legitimately for DWI. I’ll even testify for you.”
The deputy looked as if he was about to dispute the point when his radio crackled. “Kevin, you there?”
“Yeah.” He pulled out the radio and depressed the button to answer.
“Sheriff wants you out on the old River Road as soon as possible, and he said to use the lights and the siren.”
The deputy frowned, glared at her once more, and turned to her rescuer. “I got to go, Jack. You’ll follow her wherever she’s staying?”
“I will.”
“Then…” He turned back to her. “…I’ll let you off with a warning. If I see your face in this town again, you’ll be sorry.”
Emily nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He was likely to see a lot of her whether he wanted to or not, but she would let Sheriff Hines deal with the asshole and put the fear of God into him. She would avoid Deputy Dimwit when she could, but before she was through here, she’d take the cocky little bastard down a peg or two, and she was going to enjoy the experience. She would love to flip him onto his back right now and tell him what a jerk he was, but that would most likely get her arrested.
The deputy turned, hurried to the squad car, tossed the bag on the seat, and pulled out of the parking lot, burning rubber, siren blaring and lights flashing.
“Sorry about that,” the man said. “Kevin can be a bit of an ass at times.”

“Just a bit?” she replied and laughed. “I think he’s got the role of pompous ass down pat—might even be a contender for an Oscar.”


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About the author:

Susanne Matthews lives in Eastern Ontario, Canada with her husband. She has three grown children and five grandchildren. Of French-Canadian descent, Susanne is an avid reader of all types of books, but with a penchant for happily ever after romances regardless of what it takes to get there. A retired educator, she spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers, whether in a contemporary, historical, sci-fi, paranormal, or suspense setting. She loves the ins and outs of complex romances, and the journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.

Follow Susanne on her:

Twitter @jandsmatt
Musical Inspiration
I love Adele. Her new album is everything her fans have been waiting for these long five years.

Much love,

-Kris


Cover Reveal for Scarless & Sacred! #Giveaway

Are you ready for this beautiful cover? 

Designed by Jay Aheer like my other War covers, it is another masterpiece. She has outdone herself. I cannot praise this woman and her talents enough. 

This is, by far, my favorite cover of the series. 

Thank you, Jay. 

Enjoy the pretty!


BLURB: 

Secrets and wars leave the deepest scars.

Evelina Conti has always worn a mask. She is an Outfit principessa, respected and adored. She wasn’t allowed to be anything else. Her father went from a grieving husband to the Outfit boss, and now that Riley heads the family, Eve is more suffocated than ever. No matter how much she hates it, the Conti princess still has a role to play. A little attention from Theo DeLuca seems innocent enough, but nothing is when it comes to him. And certainly not when everyone believes that Theo is out to kill her.

Theo DeLuca has a target on his back. His biggest problem is figuring out who put it there when everyone is aiming at him. He doesn’t need a woman causing him issues, but the Conti princess keeps showing up at the worst times, and he’s the one left saving her. Between the men surrounding him that Theo can’t trust, and the past he can’t outrun, Evelina might be the one thing he doesn’t have to question. But when Riley decides to use Eve as his next move, even Theo might not be able to save her.

The war in Chicago is not even close to being over. This game is deadly. Each hand played cuts another mark into someone else. The Outfit boss is struggling while the men around him are rallying. As the body count continues to rise, the families keep losing.


Sacrifices are a part of war. No one will walk away from this without scars.

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PLEASE NOTE: Scarless & Sacred is not intended to be read as a standalone in this series. It is the third book in the series and should be read after the first two books. Trigger Warning: Scarless features graphic violence and scenes of past abuse.



Add Scarless & Sacred to your Goodreads TBR

GIVEAWAY!




Find out more about The Chicago War series on my website at: http://www.bethanykris.com/the-chicago-war.html 


EXCERPT: 

“Eve,” Theo greeted as he saddled up beside her at the bar.
“She’s very good,” Evelina said, nodding at the dancer.
Theo shrugged. “I suppose. I’m not the one who vets the dancers before they get the job.”
Evelina glanced at him. She was only shorter than him by a couple of inches in her heels, but it was enough to make her need to look up through those thick lashes of hers. “You don’t watch them while they work?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m here to work, Eve, not get my rocks off on lap dances and strip teases.”
Evelina smiled a tiny smile. “Huh, imagine that.”
“What?”
“I think all those rumors about you and women are a load of crap, especially if you spend a lot of your work time in a strip club and can’t even be bothered to taste the spread. I’m sure they would be willing.”
Theo laughed deeply. “Probably.”
He’d had a few offers.
Not that he took any of them.
“Since when do you frequent strip clubs?” Theo asked, curious.
Evelina winked. “Since someone told me to have a little fun a few years ago.”
Well, damn.
“Strip clubs was where you found that? This isn’t necessarily the kind of place where an Outfit daughter should be hanging out, Evelina.”
“Not necessarily, but I learned that everybody has a job to do, Theo. This is just one of them and it’s a paycheck like anybody else’s nine-to-five.”
“True.”
“Are you going to send me away now?” Evelina asked.
Theo watched her from the side, taking in the curves of her body underneath her black dress and the way her legs looked to be a mile long standing in those heels. The demure look she wore only added to the fact he found himself reacting to her just by being close. The scent of whatever perfume she wore was a mixture of heady and sweet, and it soaked into his lungs instantly.
Yes.
Yes, he was going to send her away.
Because she looked like sin and she was standing in a place meant for it.
Theo did terribly well with sinning.
“Yes,” Theo murmured.
“That’s a shame.”
“Why?”
Evelina flashed her white teeth in a sinful smirk. “Because you never gave me the chance to thank you, Theo.”
His confusion climbed higher.
“For what?”
“Keeping me from getting shot.”
“Eve, there’s no need to thank me for that.”
“I know,” she said, “but it seems like everyone wants to blame you for it and I wanted you to know that I don’t. I wanted to tell you directly, so you could know, Theo. People think I’m deaf or something, or maybe they just think I won’t repeat what I hear. It doesn’t matter really, because when you showed up at the dinner, I figured out enough from that, anyway.”
Theo blinked, surprised. “How did you find out I was here tonight?”
Evelina lifted a single shoulder in response and tilted her glass up to her lips to take a sip.
“Eve,” Theo pressed.
“Maybe I got Alessa to get some information out of Adriano. But who knows?”
Theo chuckled. “Yeah, who knows?”
“Not me.”
“You shouldn’t be here, Eve,” Theo warned quietly.
“I know. I left my car a couple of blocks into the Conti side of the territory line and grabbed a cab. So even if someone comes looking, they won’t find me. Thanks for that advice on the GPS, by the way. It came in handy after all.”
Theo swallowed hard, wondering what kind of game this woman was trying to play with him. “Did you think that this might get me into a hell of a lot of trouble, too?”
“Maybe, but I just needed to do something different tonight.”
“And you came to me.”
Evelina shifted on her heels, still watching the stage and the dancer. “Why not?”
“I have a dozen reasons why not, Eve.”
She tilted her head just enough to catch his gaze again. Evelina held it, her stare never wavering. There was something in the hard expression she wore that told him something was wrong.
Theo wouldn’t ask.
He couldn’t care.
Not right now.
“They’re going to turn me into someone I don’t want to be,” Evelina said quietly.
He didn’t even have to ask what she meant. Theo knew. The Outfit. It was always about the Outfit where they were concerned. Someone did that to Theo once, too.
“I learned to like the changes,” Theo murmured.
Evelina sighed. It came out breathy and tired, but it still made Theo ache. No, he couldn’t deny his attraction to Evelina Conti. But what he could do was control himself in her presence.
Never think with your cock or heart.
DeLuca rule number one.
Evelina wet her bottom lip as she looked him over. “I think I figured something out way too late.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to be a princess.” 
Deathless & Divided is now on all vendors! #Mafia #Romance

As promised, I have put the first Chicago War book on all vendors once the Kindle Direct term had run out. You can now get Deathless & Divided on all your favorite vendors other than Amazon.

AMAZON
KOBO
NOOK
iTUNES
INKTERA

BLURB:

Lies and love. This is how a war starts. 

A life for a life. That’s the mafia way. Damian Rossi owes his life to a man who is ready to collect. That payment comes in the form of an arranged marriage to the daughter of another leading family in the Chicago Outfit. He’s ready to follow through, even if that means making sure Lily knows she’s his. 

Lily DeLuca isn’t being given a choice. Forced home to marry a man she doesn’t know and back into a life she’d rather forget, her world is full of half-truths, buried pain, and uncertainty. But Damian is nothing like she expects. His motives aren’t clear. Her beliefs are being tested. 

When it comes to this world, no man can be trusted. Someone is ready to flip the Chicago Outfit on its side all for the promise of something better. But no one runs a clean game and these men play for keeps. When blood begins to paint Chicago red, four families will be divided by loyalty, hatred, and revenge. There is no hiding. There is no safety. 

No one is deathless. 

No one.

Find more about The Chicago War series on my website at www.bethanykris.com. 

Hugs and love, 

Kris




The Hometown Hoax and a Top Ten from Heather Thurmeier - @Hthurmeier


The Hometown Hoax
Author:  Heather Thurmeier
Release Date: 11/16/15
Genre:  Contemporary Romance

Blurb:

Leaving was hard, but staying away might be impossible.
Tessa Cutter escaped her tiny hometown and chased her artistic dreams straight to Manhattan. Now she’s home for a camping trip with her family. To keep them off her back, she makes up the perfect pretend boyfriend—successful, important, and most of all, permanently located in New York.
Logan Ridley lost everything when his Manhattan-based personal training studio shut down. Luckily, a friend got him a position as a gym teacher in the small town of Cutter’s Creek. He’s heard a lot about the infamous Tessa, but she’s even better than he imagined. Except, she seems to hate everything about the small town he’s growing to love.
The chemistry sparking between them is impossible to ignore, but falling for Logan will trap Tessa in the small town she worked so hard to escape. If they have any hope of a future together, he’ll have to convince her that everything she wants has been in Cutter’s Creek all along...


Top 10 Things I Love About Winter


Let’s be honest, winter is not most people’s favorite season. It’s not mine either! LOL. But there are a few things I love, and here they are:

10.  A nice dusting of snow that covers up the ugly brown of naked trees and dead grass. I much prefer the pristine white of newly fallen snow.
9.   Fires in the fireplace. So cozy!!
8. Snow days! I love when the kids get a snow day off of school. I love it even more when hubs gets a snow day off of work!! Staying in jammies, no rush for the bus, lots of time for a movie and video games. Heaven.
7.  Peppermint Mochas! I’m a straight up coffee girl most of the time, but when the cold weather comes, I know the peppermint mochas will be at the coffee shops and I can’t resist that tasty treat!
6.      Buying gifts. I know it takes a lot of time and sometimes a decent amount of       money too, but I love shopping for gifts for friends and family. It feels so good when I finally find that perfect something!
5.  Boots! Yup. I love those fuzzy boots. They keep my feet warm and cozy and snuggly! And hopefully they look good too!
4.  Sledding with the kids. We don’t usually get to do it too many times during the season, but when we do, we all have fun! Squishing onto a sled together and flying down a snowy hill is so exciting! And exhausting! What goes down must walk back up again! At least I get some exercise!
3. Warm baths. I’m not really a bath person, but in the winter when it gets cold, I love to sink into a nice warm tub filled with bath fizzies and bubbles and all kinds of good smelling salts and just soak away the chill before bed. Ahhh…
2.  Christmas everything! I love listening to Christmas carols, seeing all the houses decorated, a twinkling tree in the corner of the living room, and cinnamon scented candles burning. Love, Love, Love Christmastime!
1.      Books! Is there any better way to stay warm indoors than by reading a good book? Don’t answer that! I’m sure there are a few of you who just yelled something not appropriate for all audiences! LOL. But let’s keep it clean and say that books are the best. Curling up on the couch or in bed with soft blankets, a hot chocolate or coffee, and a good book is the best! 


Buy Links:

Entangle Publishing:  http://ow.ly/T25Ig 


Barnes and Noble: http://ow.ly/UTZPP


Kobo:  http://ow.ly/UU0h3


Excerpt:

If she’d thought it had been hard taking off her clothes and getting into the pond, this was at least triple the difficulty. Before she could talk herself out of it, she took off her blanket, shook it out, and arranged it on the flattest section of ground. Then she lay down on her stomach and rested her chin on her crossed arms, focusing on the beautiful view and slowing her heart rate, and not on the fact that she was laying in the sun, butt naked—literally—with an almost complete stranger. A sweet and dangerously sexy almost stranger.

“Okay. You can turn around.”

She gritted her teeth together and fought the urge to roll up in the blanket like a human burrito. All he’d see was her butt and he’d already seen it once, he’d even touched it, so she needed to relax.

Tessa froze as Logan turned around.

“Nice,” he whispered under his breath, but she still heard him loud and clear as if he’d yelled it from the mountaintop. Pride swelled within her at his understated compliment.

At the sound of a tiny groan coming from his direction, she almost glanced toward him. Instead, she forced herself to focus on nature.

An eagle flying in circles in the distance.
A songbird chirping in a near by tree.
Fluffy, white clouds gliding across the sky.
Logan’s shirt falling to the ground. Oh shit.
The shirt that had been the only article of clothing covering his body.

He settled on the blanket beside her, close enough that she was ultra aware of his presence—she’d have to be dead not to notice him—but not close enough to accidentally touch each other. He’d chosen to lie on his back and fold his arms under his head as if he were casually reclining on the couch, not on a blanket in the middle of nature, naked...with a naked woman beside him.

Logan’s penis is getting a suntan. Don’t do it... Don’t do it...

“Do you have enough blanket?” she asked casually as she turned to look him in the eye.

But his eyes were closed against the bright sunlight. A lazy smile played on his lips. He looked so peaceful lying there. She was instantly glad she’d given up the blanket so they could both enjoy it.

The water that had been on his chest had long since dried and now his skin looked kissed by the sun’s rays. She licked her lips. A faint dusting of hair on his chest grew thicker below his belly button, like a trail leading to—

Wowza. I said not to do that!

She could practically hear her inner sex kitten bouncing up and down with excitement and anticipation while her more rational, logical self cursed her for being weak and making things more difficult than they already were. If only she hadn’t looked at what was hanging out, semi-erect, in the sunshine.


But it was too late. The damage was done. The package had been unwrapped. 


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Author Bio:

Heather Thurmeier is a lover of margaritas and a hater of spiders. Born and raised in the Canadian prairies, she now lives in New York where she’s become an odd Canuck-Yankee hybrid. Heather’s currently 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 at heatherthurmeier.com.

Author Email:  hthurmeier@gmail.com
Author Website:  heatherthurmeier.com
Author Blog:  heatherthurmeier.com
Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/hthurmeier
Author Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/HeatherThurmeierAuthor
Author Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/HeatherThurmeier
Tour & Cover Reveal Signups for Scarless & Sacred! #ComingSoon
Indie Sage is again organizing my events for Scarless & Sacred's release. The third Chicago War book will be releasing on January 11th. A little later than I wanted, but with the holidays, no one wants to be wrapped up in that whole shebang. Right?

Dates for the events are as follows:

Cover Reveal: December 15th
Tour: January 18th - 29th

Signups are here for anyone who would like to be a part of the events: http://indiesage.com/tour-scarless-sacred-by-bethany-kris/

Hugs & love,

Kris
Release Date Announcement for Scarless & Sacred (The Chicago War, 3)
I've finally picked a January release date for Scarless. I didn't want to release it too close to the New Year holiday, so we'll be getting it a week later than what I would have originally chose.

January 11th, 2016 is the offical, firm release date. Keep an eye out for ARC signups, the cover reveal, and pre-order coming soon!

Add Scarless to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27073318-scarless-sacred

BLURB:

Secrets and wars leave the deepest scars.

Evelina Conti has always worn a mask. She is an Outfit principessa, respected and adored. She wasn’t allowed to be anything else. Her father went from a grieving husband to the Outfit boss, and now that Riley heads the family, Eve is more suffocated than ever. No matter how much she hates it, the Conti princess still has a role to play. A little attention from Theo DeLuca seems innocent enough, but nothing is when it comes to him. And certainly not when everyone believes that Theo is out to kill her.

Theo DeLuca has a target on his back. His biggest problem is figuring out who put it there when everyone is aiming at him. He doesn’t need a woman causing him issues, but the Conti princess keeps showing up at the worst times, and he’s the one left saving her. Between the men surrounding him that Theo can’t trust, and the past he can’t outrun, Evelina might be the one thing he doesn’t have to question. But when Riley decides to use Eve as his next move, even Theo might not be able to save her.

The war in Chicago is not even close to being over. This game is deadly. Each hand played cuts another mark into someone else. The Outfit boss is struggling while the men around him are rallying. As the body count continues to rise, the families keep losing.


Sacrifices are a part of war. No one will walk away from this without scars.

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PLEASE NOTE: Scarless & Sacred is not intended to be read as a standalone in this series. It is the third book in the series and should be read after the first two books. Trigger Warning: Scarless features graphic violence and scenes of past abuse.



Filthy Marcellos: Legacy is live! - #Mafia #Romance
I'm so excited for everyone to get a look at the Marcellos next generation in the Legacy prequel! I hope it gets you excited, curious, and more!

Much love from me. Thank you for being awesome and loving my words. Read on for the first chapter of Legacy.

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A Legacy Prequel

filth·y (fĭl′thē)

adj. filth·i·er, filth·i·est
1. Covered or smeared with filth; disgustingly dirty.
2. Obscene or offensive.
3. Vile; dirty. 

adv. filth·y
1. To an extreme and often disgusting extent. 


Newly released from prison after serving a three-year term, Johnathan Marcello just wants to get his head straight, but he's the only one who believes he can do it. 

Stepping into her mother's shoes is the very last thing on Catherine Marcello's mind, but it's already too late and she's got her own games to play. 

The spotlight wasn't in Andino Marcello's plan, but the Capo might not be given a choice when Cosa Nostra starts looking for la famiglia's next boss. 

Being the baby of the family and a good girl is all Lucia Marcello knows, but a little freedom and space could give her the chance to shed those masks. 


In the Marcellos, being filthy isn't a birthright, it's earned. A new generation is ready to take their thrones, but it's not that simple. 

This family is a legacy and this generation might just be the filthiest yet.

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PLEASE NOTE: Filthy Marcellos: Legacy is a COMPANION piece to the Marcellos series. It is NOT intended to be a standalone in the series. It is not intended to be a full length story with a formal HEA, but a 20k PREQUEL to a new series featuring the involved characters. 


CHAPTER ONE

JOHNATHAN

The black car pulled up and parked alongside of Johnathan. The sight of a dark vehicle with tinted windows was so familiar to him he almost smiled. Almost.
A good portion of his life was filled with memories of cars just like this one picking him up for one thing or another. Likely some situation he’d gotten himself into and needed out of.
The passenger window rolled down and revealed the person who had come to pick John up this time. He did smile at the sight of Giovanni behind the wheel.
Zio,” John greeted.
Uncle.
Truth be told, Giovanni had always been more like a friend and brother to John than just an uncle. Especially now that John was thirty and not just a kid under his uncle’s feet anymore.
Still, Giovanni was the one person in John’s family that he connected with on a level of trust that he didn’t have with anyone else. Despite the salt peppering the fifty-seven-year-old’s hair, and the lines on his face that said Giovanni was not a young man, he somehow still gave off the air of youth. Antony, John’s grandfather, always said that Giovanni had a young soul.
Whatever that meant.
“John,” his uncle replied. “Get in. We’re going to be late as it is with the drive. They told me you would be getting out at twelve and it’s already one.”
“They had some kind of delay on the paperwork.”
Giovanni pointed at the passenger door. “Don’t care. Get in.”
Johnathan knew better than to disobey Giovanni. Pulling open the passenger door, he tossed the large brown paper bag to the floor of the car and climbed in. He hadn’t even shut the door completely before the Gio hit the gas, and the car lurched forward.
“Shit,” John said, grabbing for something to steady himself and laughing. “Slow down. I’d like to see Ma at least once more before I die, all right.”
Gio smirked. “Not your father?”
“You know how it is.”
“I don’t, actually. Lucian, like Dante, is my best friend. We’ve always been close, John. When I was younger, had no self-control and too many issues to name, I always had my brothers. When my father felt a million miles away, my brothers were still there. So, no, I don’t understand.”
“It’s like this, he’s not my brother.”
Gio hummed under his breath. “He’s your father, I know.”
John had never seen eye to eye with his father on a lot of things. Lucian was a good father, as far as that went. He’d always been good to John and his sisters. He loved his children totally. But John had always felt misplaced somehow in his life. Or even out of touch with the people around him, his father included. It made it difficult to have a connection like his younger sisters had to their mother and father.  
“What is in the bag?” Gio asked, passing the brown sack John had tossed to the car floor a look.
John shrugged. “Shit I went in with. Clothes, a watch, stuff like that. Nothing important.”
“Let me see your band, John.”
“Why?”
“Let me see it.”
Sighing, John lifted his hand up to show off the leather wrist band he wore with his family’s crest embossed across the middle. “Happy?”
“Just making sure you got that back, too.”
“Everything that I took in came back out with me, Zio.”
“I don’t trust the system, John.”
Neither did John, really.
“Thanks for sending a package into the prison for me to have clean, decent clothes to come out with today,” John said.
Gio shot his nephew a look. “I didn't send anything, John.”
“Who did?”
“Your father. He sent it up a couple of weeks ago so you would have a suit to wear today. He thinks about you even when you’re not thinking about him.”
John wished that made him feel something, but all he got was a twinge in his chest that reminded him of how detached he truly was. It had always been this way for him. He never felt at home, he always looked at the people around him like he was on the outside looking in.
“So, what is your next week looking like?” Gio asked.
“Nothing unusual. I have to check in with the probation officer. Three years of that nonsense should be fun.”
Gio laughed. “Or we could just pay the fucker off.”
John scowled. “Bribing people was one of the reasons I spent three years behind bars instead of the one year it would have been, Zio.”
“Yeah,” Gio said, wincing. “You’re right. Better to let it lie.”
Attempted bribery of officials to drop the charges he faced. Possession of an unregistered weapon. Discharging an unregistered weapon. Assault on a police officer. Actually, several police officers.
The charges had racked up one after the other on John, and before he knew it, he’d had a five-year term slammed down with the bang of a judge’s gravel. Not even his family’s money, status, or connections had been able to get him out of that one.
John was pretty sure his father and uncle Dante had a bit of a hand in it all. To Lucian, John was out of control. Or rather, out of his father’s control. He didn't always follow the rules. He liked to do things his way, which wasn't always the Marcello way.
Wherever John went, trouble usually followed.
Lucian had said more than once that it was time for John to grow the fuck up. John supposed he finally had, in a way.
He just wished his father hadn't let him take a five-year rap to get his head straightened out. Thankfully, John served his time in three years with good behavior and probation for the foreseeable future, but it still stunk like shit no matter which way he looked at it.
“Hey,” Gio said.
John fell out of his troubled thoughts and gave his uncle the attention and respect the man deserved.
That was the Marcello way.
It was a rule John didn't mind following.
Respect and honor.
Always.
“What?” John asked.
“What do you want to do right now?”
“We’ve got a party to make it to, don't we?”
“Fashionably late is the thing or so I hear,” Gio replied. “Just tell me something you'd like to do, John.”
“A beer. I’d like to have a beer.”
Gio chuckled. “Are you supposed to with—”
“It’s fine. One won’t kill me.”
“I think we can manage that without Dante sending people out looking for us.”
John frowned at the mention of his uncle ... and boss. “It’s my first day out. Are you seriously urging me to irk Dante? Dante, who has a shorter fuse than even I do?”
The older Dante Marcello got, the less tolerable to bullshit he seemed to be. John was smart enough to know that his uncle, the Don of the Marcello Cosa Nostra, would kick his ass first and then ask questions later if need be.
Gio smiled. “It’s not him you should be worried about.”
“Oh?”
“No. Worry about when your mother gets her hands on you for not calling her for three months.”
Shit.
Family first, John. Always.
His father’s words were a mantra John couldn't forget.
John’s mother, Jordyn, had gotten progressively more concerned the closer his release date loomed. She voiced her worries about his release and a possible relapse into another one of his episodes enough that it started to grate on John’s nerves. His focus was simply getting out of prison and what he was going to do after he was out. To do that, he had put a block of sorts between him and his mother.
It probably wasn’t the right thing to do.
“Maybe we should stop at a flower shop on the way to Tuxedo Park,” John murmured.
Gio nodded. “Maybe we should.”
“And the jewelry store.”
“Now you’re getting it, man. Lucian taught you well, regardless of what you think.”
John laughed. “I know my mother worries because she loves me.”
“But?”
“She suffocates me,” John admitted. “I’m an adult, not a child. She acts like I’m seventeen and not thirty. She still thinks I’m a boy.”
“For the record, all mothers see their children as their babies. Jordyn isn’t a special case. Cecelia still thinks she has to fix my damned tie if it’s crooked.”
“You know it’s not the same.”
Gio sighed heavily. “Or maybe you just don’t understand your mother and father, John.”
“I think I do.”
“Do you? They almost lost you twice. Have you ever thought that letting you go too far ahead where they can’t reach makes them feel suffocated? That being unable to keep you close takes away the security they have?”
John didn’t answer his uncle, but he knew Giovanni had a good point. When he was just a baby, his aunt Catrina had been involved with a cartel that had taken John as a way to draw Catrina out. He’d nearly lost his life, as had his father, uncles, and aunt when they’d made the attempt to save him.
Clearly his family won that battle.
The Marcellos always won.
And then John’s first episode had happened when he was seventeen. In the process of losing himself in the manic chaos of his brain, and the torrent of his uncontrollable, rash decisions that led him into a bad place, he nearly died again. Self-medicating, living fast, and almost dying young.
He might as well have been a walking cliché.
Except he wasn’t.
His life was real, and so was the manic bipolar disorder he had been diagnosed with at seventeen, and then severely failed to manage as an adult.
“John,” Giovanni said quietly. “I’d like an answer.”
“How close did my father keep me when he let me be carted off to prison for three years?”
“You didn't give Lucian a choice. You were running crazy, John, doing stupid shit. The faster you ran, the more frenzied you became. You were refusing to work with your father or the people set up for you. On more than one occasion, you put everyone in terrible situations that could have cost us all a lot. You were self-medicating between chemicals and prescriptions. Cristo, John, you went missing for two weeks!”
He had.
He had done all of that.
“I thought I had it under control,” John said.
“That was your first mistake, because clearly, you were lost. Everybody was trying to help you, but you just kept pushing us away until we couldn’t even see you anymore.”
Not one word was a lie.
John wouldn’t deny it.
His last manic episode had begun shortly after his twenty-sixth birthday, and the cycles of the disorder went on for weeks at a time, and lasted for over a year. It almost mirrored his first episode from his teenaged years when his family had finally gotten a diagnosis for what was wrong inside his head.
Chemical imbalances.
Bipolar.
John’s biggest mistake was thinking he could manage his mental health without medications. Those pills labeled him crazy. He didn’t need them. He was wrong, but the longer he was without them, the more manic he became in his daily life. He’d go from stealing because of the rush, fighting because of the high, using substances to manage the highs and the lows, to fucking any female within arm’s reach just to feel.
When he was in a high cycle of the mania, he’d be up for days, running non-stop, and obsessive to an extreme. When the lows of the cycle hit, he would do anything just to get out of it, if he could even manage to function.
Yeah, he’d lost that battle with a bang.
Literally.
His parents hadn’t been able to step in like they had when he was a teen because he was an adult the second time around. When his episode came to a head and John finally hit bottom, he nearly killed his cousin Andino during an argument over territory and men on the streets. It should have been a simple discussion between Capos. John was far too lost in his own nonsense to fully understand what he was doing when he pulled that gun on his cousin in a busy restaurant.
How Gio was even sitting in a car with John after what he’d almost done to the man’s son, John didn’t understand.
Well, truthfully he did know how.
Family first.
“I’m good,” John said firmly.
“Now,” Gio agreed.
John decided right then and there to end the conversation. He didn’t want to talk about his mental health with his uncle, or anyone for that matter. He had a fucking doctor for that shit. Or he’d had before.
“Drop it, Zio,” John said.
“You brought it up first.”
“And now I’m done.”
Gio glared at the highway they were driving down. “Your crew has been divided between a few of the family Capos.”
“Better than Dante handing my position and men off to someone else entirely.”
“You could say that.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
John could hear the hesitance in his uncle’s tone, which wouldn’t lead to anything good.
“What now?” he demanded.
Gio rapped his fingers to the leather-bound steering wheel. “Just to be sure that you’re not going to have a relapse the moment you’re out and free to do your own thing, Dante and Lucian decided that it would be better if you worked alongside Andino and Timothy with their crews for a while.”
Anger surged through John like he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was good. So fucking good. Like a shot of adrenaline straight to his bloodstream.
But that feeling was also addictive and bad for him. Bad for his mania and bad for the bipolar currents of his emotions that he fought with daily. He wasn’t that crazy, out of control, unmanageable person. He got that his behavior and issues had put his family and la famiglia through hell, but he was good.
Wasn’t he?
Now?
Did his family not trust him?
Christ.
It pissed him off even more.
“Just to be clear, I don’t get a say here, right?” John asked.
Gio shrugged. “No, you don’t.”
Because that’s how Cosa Nostra worked, and his family was knee-deep into that life and culture like nobody could possibly begin to understand. With his uncle being the head boss of the family, his other uncle acting as Dante’s consigliere, and John’s own father being the family underboss, there was no escaping who he was.
Mafia.
Made.
Cosa Nostra.
When it came to family decisions, especially ones made about him, John didn’t get a bone in the fight. His uncles pulled rank, as did his father.
Rules.
His life was dictated, surrounded, and determined by rules.
John stifled the familiar urge to push back against the walls closing in on him again. They were only in his own mind, after all.
“There’s something else I have to do this week,” John said, dropping the conversation. He didn't want to fight with his uncle about something that neither of them could do anything about at the moment. “I should do it tomorrow, but I need some contacts.”
Gio cocked a brow and passed John a look. “What is that?”
“I need a new therapist. One that my father doesn’t have on his payroll.”
“John—”
“I’ll follow his fucking rules and give him what he wants, but he’s not having control over that. Not now. It’s been three years since my last episode. Give me a fucking break here. I’ve earned that, Gio.”
“You were wrong,” Gio said quietly.
“About what?”
“Your father. He did give you a choice, John. You know he did.”
John forced back his irritation. “Leave it alone.”
“He gave you a choice. An institution to get yourself checked out and settled, or time behind bars. You made the choice, John, not Lucian.”
“I’m not crazy,” John said.
“No one ever said that.”
But they might as well have.
“Putting me in an institution would have labeled me exactly that.”
“We just wanted you healthy.”
“I am.”
Gio passed him another look. “Let’s hope you stay that way.”
“Thanks for that, asshole.”
“I’m just being real, John. We both know if you don’t keep managing this like you’ve been forced to for the last three years, you can easily relapse into another episode.”
John knew that, but it still made his anger rear its ugly head. His saving grace was being able to control it now, whereas he couldn't before.
“By the way,” Gio said as he pushed the gas pedal harder.
“What?”

“Happy birthday, John.”