Cover Reveal and Tour Signups for Breathless & Bloodstained! #MafiaRomance



Indie Sage is once again organizing the cover reveal and tour for my next release, Breathless & Bloodstained, The Chicago War #4. Release for B & B is March 7th, 2016.

The Cover Reveal is set for February 22nd. The tour is scheduled for March 7th to the 18th.

You can find the signups on Indie Sage's website here.

Or the direct link is here: http://indiesage.com/tour-breathless-bloodstained-by-bethany-kris/

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BLURB for Breathless & Bloodstained:

No war is won without a few bloodstains.

Tommas Rossi wants what belongs to him—he wants it bad. At thirty-years-old, he’s on course to become the youngest boss in the Chicago Outfit’s history. He just has to make it to the end alive. But being the boss of the Outfit means nothing to Tommas if a certain blue-eyed girl isn’t standing with him when the city finally crumbles. The crown is so close he can taste it. Blood paves his way. Every king needs a queen, but he doesn’t know how to get his anymore.

Abriella Trentini has always been the rebel. She’s quicker than most men, dangerous when she wants something, and more careful than anyone knows. Her relationship with Tommas Rossi has been a dangerous game she loved to play, but someone always has to lose. With choices to make, the kind that determines who will live and who will die, Abriella doesn’t know what to do. This should have been easy, but nothing ever is, and her time to choose is running out.

So much blood has spilled for this. The Outfit is in shambles, grieving and angry. The families just want peace. No one knows who will take the Chicago throne because too many men have a stake in this game. In wars like these, no one will let it go easily.

They’ll be bloodstained until the very bitter end.

And left breathless in the devastation of it all.

Has it been worth it?

***
Please Note: Breathless & Bloodstained is the fourth book in a series and should only be read after the first three books have also been read. It is NOT a standalone.



Filthy Marcellos: The Complete Collection in on pre-order for #99cents! #MafiaRomance
Filthy Marcellos: The Complete Collection is on pre-order for just 99cents!
*After release, the price will return to normal.
Releasing February 8th, 2016.



Find it on the following vendors: 


BLURB:

Filthy Marcellos: La Cosa Nostra is not just a choice of regime and routine, it’s a culture. Born as mafia royalty, the Marcello brothers were raised ingrained with the beliefs and rules of what it meant to be a Mafioso prince. It is for life. Their status is considered a given right. They will always be these people. They will always be Marcellos.

Family first. God second.

From bosses and sons, to husbands and lovers. Made men, fathers, and killers. Life is a chess board in Cosa Nostra and these men are the kings.

You can't be a Marcello if you're not filthy.

The Complete Collection features the short novel Antony, and the three full length novels Lucian, Giovanni, and Dante. It also includes the 20k prequel to the Legacy series, featuring the Filthy Marcellos next generation.
Playlist for Scarless & Sacred ... #MafiaRomance
I love making playlists for my books. Some are far easier than others. Scarless's playlist was one of those.

Some songs to take note of that are more important than others ... God Knows I Tried, Good For You, and Paper Hearts.

In that order.

Find Scarless at the following vendors:

Amazon | iTunes | Kobo | Barnes & Noble

Hugs and love.

Enjoy the music.

--Kris


What I #amreading this week! - @jandsmatt #RomanticSuspense
One of my goals this year was to read more books than I had last year. It's not a "resolution" for me, simply a goal. One of the first books I am reading this year is the final book in Susanne Matthews' Harvester series.

I have been so looking forward to The White Iris like I can't even explain.

Beautiful cover. Great blurb.

I WANT ANSWERS, Susanne. *winks*

Find The White Iris on Goodreads and add it to your TBR list.

Release is February 8th, which means yes, I was lucky enough to sneak an ARC from Susanne.

BLURB:

Time’s running out for Special Agent Trevor Clark and his FBI task force. They’re no closer to uncovering the identity of the Prophet, a dangerous serial killer who has been murdering new mothers and vanishing with their infants. If Trevor can’t unlock the clues, the killer’s threats to unleash what the FBI suspects is biological warfare could mean death for all of them. His only recourse is to swallow his pride and reach out to his former fiancĂ©e, the CDC’s renowned virologist, Dr. Julie Swift. 

Two years ago, Julie ended their engagement after Trevor abandoned her when she needed him most. Now, faced with the possibility of the greatest epidemic since the Spanish flu, she has to put her faith and her safety, as well as that of countless others, into the hands of a man she doesn’t trust. Can they set aside their differences to stop the Prophet, and in doing so, will they find the love they lost?

From the streets of Boston to the wilds of Alaska, this thrilling conclusion to the Harvester Series takes several turns you won’t see coming!


Tease and Release Date for Breathless & Bloodstained! #MafiaRomance
Breathless & Bloodstained was the one and only book in The Chicago War series where I hesitated ... where I paused, looked at the series, and wondered ... is this going to work like it's supposed to? It was the only book that took me off my very well-oiled writing schedule. It put me behind time a good month, almost to the point where I wondered if I would be able to keep the publishing time-frame I had hoped for with the series.

I don't hesitate with my writing. I always, always write for me. So I know that what I'm writing is what I want to read. It allows me to write freely, without concern of the marketability, or how it might be received once it's out in the world.

I write for me.

And I think it's wonderful when my readers come along for the ride.

And then we have Breathless. The one book that made me pause, listen to the characters, and decide to just go for it.

Release for Breathless will remain on time. March 7th, 2016 is release. Enjoy the teaser below. A little ... brother/sister love/hate.

I mean, with these families, come on. There is no love.

****


Excerpt:

Double standards and all.

Their life was full of them.

“Actually, I know why you won’t marry Chloe,” Abriella said.

Joel’s lips formed a tight, angry line. “Is that so?”

“Sure, because you’ve treated her like nothing more than a piece of ass for you to use when you want to stick your dick in something. Now, that’s exactly how everyone else sees her. She isn’t wife material because you’ve made her that way. Too bad, I think the girl might have actually liked you, Joel.”

“Excuse—”

“And God knows there aren’t very many people left who do like you,” Abriella finished with a smile. “Not with the way you’ve treated and used all of us.”

Joel’s mouth dropped open as his gaze flashed with unhidden rage. Abriella wasn’t frightened in the least, and certainly not in the face of her brother’s anger. Over the years, she had learned that Joel was like any bully. Once you stood up to him and backed him into a corner, he would quit.

Cowards always did.

“That’s quite enough,” Joel said, his tone dark with a warning.

Abriella shrugged. “Whatever you say. Frankly, I just think it’s sad. You could have your pick of women, Joel. Anyone you wanted, you could have. If you loved her, even better. What is so wrong with you that you’re more focused on making everyone else miserable instead of making yourself happy?”

Joel’s palm hit the table before he stood fast from his seat. “I said that’s enough, Ella.”

Despite his anger, Abriella could see a hint of sadness in her brother’s eyes as well. Joel was an asshole, a royal one, but he was still human. He hid his feelings well, sure, but he still felt them like any person did.

She almost wished that knowing what she did about Joel was enough to make her feel sorry for him, but it didn’t. He’d done this to his family, to himself, and to anyone else he touched.

The man was rotten to his core.

Poison.

“Have you ever considered that what would make me happy might just be something that makes everyone else miserable?” Joel asked quietly.

Abriella continued cutting her waffles into triangles. “Then all that makes you is a useless excuse for breath, brother. You’ve never gave a damn about any of us, so it’s not a big surprise. The last thing you would ever do is care, never mind put someone else first.”

Joel flashed a cruel smile. “Why should I, Ella?”

“Because we’re your family. That’s what family does.”

“This family lies.”

She would give him that, but not much else.

“That doesn’t mean you have to go out of your way to purposely hurt us, Joel,” Abriella said calmly.

“Why shouldn’t I?” he asked. “My whole life has been nothing but stains of shame from our parents and being dismissed by the man who helped to bring me into this world. They raised me this way—they created me. And you expect me to give a damn about any of you? When you make a monster,
Ella, you don’t complain about having to live with him.”

Abriella swallowed hard, taking in the hatred coating her brother’s every word as he spat them at her. “I didn’t do any of that.”

“You didn’t have to.” Joel’s coldness was back in a flash, replacing the anger he had previously shown. “You, like Alessa, don’t have the first clue of what it feels like to be the unwanted one, to be the mistake, and the shame everyone tried to cover up.”

Abriella held back from shouting the truth of her own unknown paternity at her brother, but only because she didn’t want to give him anymore ammo to hurt people with. He’d already done enough of that.

She finally understood him, though.

“You’re jealous,” Abriella said. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

Joel’s jaw clenched. “No.”

“Liar. You’re just like the rest of us, Joel, a goddamn liar. And sad—a fucking pity. You hate our mother for nothing more than the fact she birthed you instead of aborting you. You hate me and Alessa simply for being alive. And you hate everyone else because your behavior and attitude is so vile that they don’t want to be anywhere near you. Deny it, Joel.”

Cover Reveal: What The Bachelor Gets by @authorkristina #ComingSoon

Title: What the Bachelor Wants
Series: Billionaire Cowboys, Book 1
Author: Kristina Knight


Release Date: February 8, 2016

Book Blurb:
Vegas Nightly just named local property developer Gage Reeves its Sexiest Bachelor, not a title he likes, especially when it brings showgirls, local socialites and entertainers to his doorstep 24/7.
Callie Holliday has a plan: make her day spa the hottest ticket in Vegas. The problem? She's saddled with a bad location and a zero account balance. A chance meeting with childhood friend Gage Reeves offers one solution: setting up shop at his new development.
Gage's ordered life twists out of control when he begins to fall for his childhood friend because Callie is determined to keep things business like. She doesn't like to depend on people, but Gage makes it hard to remember exactly why…

Excerpt #1:

Callie unlocked the front door but didn’t move to go inside. Instead, she stood beside him as if waiting. Their bodies didn’t touch, but he could feel a slight hum that seemed to connect him to her.
            “Good night, Gage.”
            “Good night, Cal.”
            This time she moved, toward him. Gage stepped forward, too, and leaned in to press his lips to hers. She was soft, her full lips steady beneath his, and she tasted like the Corona and lime she’d been drinking. Gage slipped his hands to her neck to play his thumbs against the sensitive skin beneath her jaw, and Callie stepped forward again, this time bringing her body in full contact with his. His dick jumped in his jeans.
            Her hands pressed against his chest and then pushed up around his neck. Callie slanted her head and opened her mouth to him. Gage pushed her against the doorframe, insinuating his leg between hers as he took the kiss deeper.
            She drew him in, deep into the depths of her, and Gage didn’t care if they kissed like this for the rest of the night. He wanted to be near her. Wanted to feel her against him. Wanted to go on tasting her until he was positive he’d never forget any of it.
            Finally, he broke the kiss, panting, his lips millimeters from hers.
            Callie swallowed, and he watched the muscles in her throat slide down and then up slowly. She blew out a breath.
            “Good night, Gage?” It was a question, and he didn’t want to answer it.
            “Good night, Cal,” he said. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
            Before he could talk himself into her condo, Gage returned to the truck. He sat in the cab for a long moment, watching until Callie went inside and closed the door. Then he looked at his jeans and said, “Cold shower, buddy, ice-cold shower.”

Author Bio:
Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer's capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way, she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she's living her own happily ever after.
Kristina writes sassy contemporary romance novels; her books have appeared on Kindle Best Seller Lists. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!

Author Links:
Website: http://www.kristinaknightauthor.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/kristinaknightromanceauthor
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/authorkristina
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5827833.Kristina_Knight

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Order signed paperbacks from me!
Yep, you read that right. I have set up an account with Wufoo, very safe and secure, to take orders for signed paperbacks.

It's pretty easy to fill out, all major credit cards are accepted, and it's secure.

You can shop directly from my website here: 
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Exciting, right?

--Kris


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Tour signups for Filthy Marcellos: The Complete Collection! #MafiaRomance
Hey, hey!

Indie Sage is again organizing a tour for me. They're an awesome company, and I can't say enough good things about them.

While they're also organizing my tour for Breathless & Bloodstained, they're currently taking signups for my tour for Filthy Marcellos: The Complete Collection.

The tour will be happening between Marh 21st - April 1st.

So, if you would like to signup and join in, you can find the form to do so here.

Direct link if you want that instead is here: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1UDmoWKBRwEzB4EEOtToqyUTjDgFLjxZxXLCWlfomD9k/viewform

Hugs!

--Kris


My year in review ... and what is to come. #amwriting #goals
2015 was a fantastic year for me as a writer. I finished The Russian Guns. I brought out the Filthy Marcellos and introduced a whole new world filled with crime syndicates and families all across North America that I'm slowly beginning to work through and write about. I veered off violently with The Chicago War series ... making blood and greed the focus instead of family and loyalty. I introduced new families yet to be seen. Ones like the Guzzi in Canada. Or the Donati family in New York.

I've had the pleasure of making some fabulous friends and sitting down with some amazing bloggers. I also let some people go from both my personal life and professional one, because there's nothing good about negativity. And quite frankly, I don't have the time or energy for it. My time is better spent putting out something new and exploring the families I have yet to write that are still patiently waiting inside my head.

2015 brought me success. It also humbled me at times. Some things made me smile. Others made me want to quit.

I'm looking forward to 2016. I have some goals for myself.  Things I would like to do in both my career and personal life. Some of those goals are for my readers. Some are simply personal bests that I would like to beat.

Here's what you can ... hopefully ... expect from this author in the coming year.

1. The Chicago War to be finished.
2. Three new series. Some finished. Some simply started.
3. A couple of standalones. 2015 was filled with me making and finishing serieses. I want to get some standalones out there.
4. This goes with number two. But you'll meet a new family from my War and Marcellos world. You'll also meet another family from my Russian Guns world.
5. Legacy. Enough said.
6. Lots of giveaways.  I love giving books to my readers. Love it.
7. I need to read more. I don't read enough. 
8. At least six releases this year. But probably more.
9. .... I'll leave this open. Maybe I'll come back to it and make a list at the beginning of 2017 I will come back and make a list for this slot of everything I did that wasn't included here.

Thank you for following along with me through 2015. I hope this year is bigger and better.

Happy reading.

--Kris
Scarless & Sacred is LIVE! #TheChicagoWar #MafiaRomance
Scarless & Sacred is live on all vendors today!

I am so excited to share the third War novel with the fans of his series. Theo DeLuca and Evelina Conti are one heck of a couple, not to mention how they stir up a lot of things that had been pushed to the side or even unknown by the Chicago families.

Needless to say, they make an interesting pair together.

And they don't give anyone much of a choice but to ... well, start the war all over again.

Read on for Prologue.

You can find Scarless & Sacred on the following vendors:

Amazon | iTunes | Kobo | Barnes & Noble


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.

***

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.


PROLOGUE:

Parties should bring happiness. Evelina Conti felt anything but happy as she watched the guests at her eighteenth birthday mill around with drinks in one hand, laughter abound, and all eyes on her. She knew what they were thinking.
The Conti princess.
Finally of age, ready for the Outfit, and just waiting for the right last name to come along.
Evelina found her mother and father in the crowd. Her parents had thrown the biggest bash the Outfit had seen this year. They’d gone all out for Evelina’s birthday. Mia stood at her husband’s side with an honest smile for the crowd and an eye on her husband. God knew if she didn’t keep an eye on him, Riley would run to the first good-looking piece of ass he could find.
Sighing, Evelina leaned against the wall and tried to keep from being noticed. It was hard when the party was for her, and she was supposed to be front row and center for all the people.
When it came to these families, the Trentinis, Rossis, DeLucas, and her own, the Contis, nothing was ever real. It was all for show.
The Outfit had always been like that. Who had the most of what, who was trying to step over who, and who could stay on top for the longest. Sure, they played a good game and made nice at the dinner table like all good mafia families did, but jealousy, greed, and violence were always right around the corner.
Evelina felt like her birthday was nothing more than another day. Only this time, she was her family’s prize. She was their one thing to show off. The only daughter, a perfect daughter. She was at a prime age for her father to begin looking for someone to marry her off to. She could be the Conti family’s way to the top in the Outfit, or another crime Syndicate elsewhere.
Her future was uncertain.
This was not a happy day.
“Hey,” Adriano said, sliding in beside Evelina.
She gave her younger brother a false smile. “Hey.”
“I was outside admiring your new wheels, at least Dad went with a good brand.”
“I guess.”
Riley had handed Evelina over the keys to a beautiful electric blue two-seater BMW that morning. The car sported a huge pink bow on the hood and white leather on the inside with blue highlights. It was stunning. It was also another way for her father to control her.
The car wasn’t freedom as Riley could easily take it away. It probably had trackers on it. Turning eighteen didn’t mean a damn thing, as she was still under her father’s thumb.
“Mom looks happy,” Adriano noted.
“As long as Dad keeps his hands and stares to her, sure.”
Adriano chuckled dully. “Truth. Where’s your friend?”
“Hmm?”
“Lily. Shouldn’t she be here?”
Lily DeLuca had been Evelina’s best friend for as long as she could remember. The two went to the same private schools growing up and had always been close. But graduation had come and gone. The girls had left the boarding school to come back to life. Evelina was the only one to return to Chicago.
“No, she’s not here,” Evelina said.
Adriano frowned. “Where in the hell is she?”
“Dino let her go overseas. She’s backpacking and stuff. Traveling.”
Being free, having fun, and getting away from here.
Evelina loved her friend, but she was jealous of her, too. Lily’s circumstances were not the same as Evelina’s. Lily’s two older brothers raised her while Evelina was forced home, made to pick a college in Chicago, and do her duty as her father’s daughter. Lily’s oldest brother, Dino, had set his sister free to do what she wished.
“She’ll be back,” Adriano said, shrugging. “You can’t stay away from family for long.”
Evelina doubted it. Lily hated the Outfit for leaving her an orphan.
“Whatever,” Evelina said, pushing off the wall. “I’m going to take a walk.”
“Don’t go far.”
Right. Because their father would still want to show her off as much as he could.
“Dad was talking about having a dance with you later or whatever,” her brother added.
Evelina shot Adriano a look from the side, taking her brother in. Adriano looked older than his sixteen years. But that wasn’t what Evelina noticed the most about her brother. He seemed tired of the day, guests, and party.
Since she had returned home from boarding school, she also noticed Adriano was beginning to dip his fingers in the family business. That was the thing about the mafia. Once you got your fingers wet, they pushed you right in the pool head first.
Evelina couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had given her brother a choice in the matter. Had Adriano stepped into la famiglia because he wanted to, or because their father had shoved him into it? She hoped he was better than that and better than this. She hoped Adriano was better than making his wife cry, wonder, and wish.
Better than their mother and father, anyway.
“Don’t be like Dad,” Evelina said.
Adriano’s brow shot up high. “Hmm?”
“You heard me.”
Don’t be like him, she wanted to say again. Don’t be an asshole. Don’t run around on your wife. Don’t put your children on show for this stupid game they all play. Be better than Riley Conti.
“Be a good man, Adriano,” Evelina said quietly.
Adriano smiled. “I’m trying.”
“I hope so. Cover for me if Dad comes looking?”
“Sure, Eve.”
Evelina slipped away from the crowd when she was sure nobody would notice. She wasted no time slipping into the attached garage for a breather away from the people. The garage should have been empty except for her parents’ vehicles, but it wasn’t. She walked into a glaring contest between two men.
Dino DeLuca stood toe to toe with his brother, Theo. There was a five-year age gap between the two brothers with Theo being the younger brother at only twenty-three. Both had an arm and leg inside the Outfit, considering their uncle Ben DeLuca was the boss’s underboss for the operation and the DeLuca side of things had a great deal of power. Evelina could count on one hand the amount of times she had witnessed the two DeLuca brothers share a conversation. Usually, they stuck to opposite sides of the room, did business in passing, and said very little to one another.
She didn’t know why they weren’t close, but she couldn’t remember a time when they had publically fought, either.
“Christ, Theo,” Dino hissed, taking a step closer to his younger brother with his fists clenched at his sides. “You just fucking got the goddamn button and already, you’re going to screw it up. I can’t clean any messes for you, all right. Not anymore. You’re in with the family, you clean up your own issues. But use your head. And that does not mean sliding in with another family’s crew, especially not the Trentinis. Jesus.”
Theo sneered, not backing down for a second. “Is this about business or something else?”
“Don’t walk that line, Theo.”
“I think I want to.”
Dino’s gaze narrowed. “Don’t forget where you came from, little brother. Don’t forget who made it possible for you to get in with the Outfit, keep your last name and be proud of it. I did that—don’t fuck it up for us, Theo.”
“Why in the hell are you so focused on what I’m doing, huh? You didn’t give a damn before, Dino.”
“Stick to the DeLuca side of the Outfit, Theo. Snakes like Joel Trentini will only bite you when you’re not looking.”
“Who I do business with is none of your concern, bro.”
Dino scoffed. “Right. You keep thinking that.”
With those words, Dino stalked past his brother and opened up the side door on the garage that led to the outside. He slammed the door so hard, the wall shuddered. Evelina’s legs finally caught up to her brain and she turned around to go back inside the house.
Theo DeLuca’s dark tenor stopped her. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that spying on people can get you in trouble, princess?”
Evelina scowled as she met Theo’s brown gaze over her shoulder. “Don’t call me that.”
“What, does it offend your sensibilities, princess?”
“Stop,” Evelina warned.
“Well, does it?”
“No, but does it look like I’m wearing a crown?”
“Princesses wear tiaras. Crowns are meant for queens, babe.” Theo smirked wickedly, his gaze taking her in from the heels on her feet to the dress that fell just above her knees. “But that’s all right, too.”
Evelina swallowed the lump forming in her throat. “Why is that?”
“Queens make all the rules—they don’t get to have much fun.”
Damn.
Evelina was unnerved under Theo’s stare. The guy had never paid her much attention when they spent time near one another. He was Lily’s older brother, sure, but he stuck to his own family and Evelina stuck to hers. Plus, he was five years older than her. They never had anything besides Lily to talk about and he didn’t seem interested in chatting about his sister to Evelina.
“Are you always this quiet?” Theo asked.
“No.”
“Can you speak more than a few words at a time?”
Evelina glared. “You’re an ass.”
Theo grinned. “Not always.”
She didn’t like how his amusement made his features darken, like something wicked was right on the tip of his tongue. It only added to the sexiness that Theo seemed to sport alongside his aloof attitude and quick tongue. With sharp cheekbones, an infallible smirk, a cut-from-steel jaw, and brown eyes that were almost black, Theo was downright fucking gorgeous. There was enough stories about Theo DeLuca and women to go around, as far as that went. Evelina didn’t want to be one of them, but she couldn’t deny that something about Theo was interesting.
That was a problem.
Evelina couldn’t afford to even consider getting mixed up with someone like Theo. For one, because she wasn’t allowed to. Dating was a no-go with her father’s rules, as was any kind of behavior that would shame her family. Two, because Theo irked Evelina.
In a really good way.
Just standing there watching him watch her, Evelina was curious, anxious, and bothered. All kinds of bothered. She liked it.
“I should go back—”
“Inside?” Theo interrupted with a cock of his brow.
“Yeah.”
“Happy birthday, by the way.”
Evelina cracked a smile. “Thanks.”
“Eighteen, right?”
“Like you don’t already know,” she said.
“Oh, I know.” Theo tipped his chin in her direction, smirking in that way of his. “College in the fall?”
“That’s the plan.”
“A dorm?”
Evelina fidgeted on the spot, unsure of what Theo was getting at. “Hopefully.”
Theo shoved his hands in his pockets in the most unconcerned fashion Evelina had ever seen. He walked the length of the garage and stepped up beside Evelina in the doorway. His fit, tall form crowded her against the doorjamb without even trying. He was tall enough that she had to look up slightly to see his eyes.
“Make sure you get a dorm,” Theo said. “No matter what you need to do to get out from under your daddy’s thumb, do it.”
Evelina nodded. “I’m trying.”
“Lily always said you never got to have any fun.”
She didn’t have a response for that because it was the truth. 
Apparently, Theo wasn’t expecting one. “Even in boarding school, where Riley couldn’t see you, she said you followed the rules.”
“You’re not a girl,” Evelina said.
Theo chuckled. “No.”
“And you’re not Riley Conti’s child.”
“Good thing.”
“Why?”
“Because that would make this really awkward,” Theo murmured, still watching her like she might bolt at any moment. “Get the dorm, Evelina.”
“Eve.”
Theo flashed his white teeth in a sinful smile. “Get it. Have some fun. Just be smart about it.”
“What kind of fun?”
“The bad kind. It’s the only kind of fun there is.”
“Princesses get to have all the fun, huh?” she asked.
“Whenever the king isn’t looking, babe.” Theo’s right hand left his pocket, and before Evelina realized what happened, he’d caught her bottom lip under the pad of his thumb. “And do me a favor.”
Evelina caught his gaze and held it, trying to figure out Theo’s game. “What is that?”
“Give me a call after you’ve gone out and had that fun. You know, once you’ve had enough.” 
“Had enough of what?”
Theo’s thumb swept her lip before he dropped his hand and stepped inside the house.
“Evelina!”
Her father’s shout echoed through the house as Theo DeLuca disappeared down the hall.
“Had enough of what?” she asked again.
Theo ticked a finger in the air, never turning back. “Of acting like a princess.”  




Burn on the Western Slope and Fatal Snag by @AngelasWriter #Sale #Romance
Burn on the Western Slope by Angela Smith


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Reagan McKinney is on a mission to discover more about a deceased uncle who mysteriously left her a sizable inheritance, a condo in the mountains, and a stash of stolen jewels. With both her graphic design career and her love life in shambles, the opportunity to begin a new life couldn’t have come at a better time. When she becomes involved with the sexy FBI agent next door, she finds her struggle is not only to keep her heart intact, but her life.
Grief stricken after an undercover investigation ends in the death of his partner, Special Agent Garret Chambers goes home to find solace in the arms of his mountain retreat. That is, until his boss assigns him to investigate the spirited brunette staying in the condo next door. He is assigned to investigate Reagan’s involvement with a large jewel fencing organization, but his investigation becomes compromised when his attraction to her heats up. Will his discovery destroy everything he has come to love, including Reagan?
Fatal Snag by Angela Smith


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Hollywood fashion consultant Naomi Fisher is happy to use her obsessive-compulsive planning to assist with her cousin's wedding, but her history with the sexy and sullen Chayton Chambers, the groom’s brother, terrifies her. When the groom is kidnapped at his own wedding, Chayton and Naomi rush to find an important relic to satisfy the ransom before her cousin becomes a widow before a bride. Naomi trades garters for guns as survival, and love becomes a deadly game impossible to resist.




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Angela Smith is a Texas native and was dubbed most likely to write a novel during her senior year in high school since she always had her nose stuck in a book. Although high school was decades ago, the dream began when her mom read 'Brer Rabbit' to her and her sister so often they could recite it back to each other before ever learning to read. Research is one of her favorite parts of piecing together a story, and she loves creating new characters. Angela started with writing romantic suspense and is branching into other genres, but she hasn't been able to write one yet where falling in love doesn't come into play. She works as a certified paralegal and office manager at her local District Attorney's office and spends her free time with her husband and the animals on her small farm. Although life in general keeps her very busy, her passion for writing and getting the stories out of her head tends to make her restless if she isn't following what some people call her destiny.

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Burn on the Western Slope Excerpt:
 “The snow’s great, the skiing is great. When are you going out to ski?” Garret asked.
Reagan fumbled with the button on her sweater. When Chayton set her drink on the bar, she tightened her hands around the glass to curb her jitters.
“I hate to admit it, but I don’t ski.”
“You don’t ski?”
“I mean, I never have.”
“You have to be tempted, right?”
“Uh, not really.”
            This was where he’d leave. He would think she was crazy, boring, uninteresting, and he’d find someone more fitting to talk to. Only, he didn’t. He smiled, his eyes twinkling with interest. At least, she thought it was interest. It could have been pity, or mockery, or…
No. She cupped a hand over her cheek, as if that would soothe her insecurities. The cold condensation from the glass she’d held sent a chill between her shoulder blades.
“How long are you staying?”
“A month, at least.”
“Do you want to learn to ski? Because I’m a pretty good teacher. And Tanyon is a great place to learn. It’s busy, but not as busy as some of the bigger resort towns.”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Yes. You have to try it at least once. You’ll love it. Chayton can hook you up with gear.”
“Well, I’ve always had a secret desire to plunge down a twelve-thousand-foot drop.”
Garret’s eyes sparkled, like sunbeams skipping across the ocean and landing under her skin. But even sunbeams on a clear summer afternoon wouldn’t affect her like this.
“It’s not so bad,” he said. “We’ll start on the bunny slopes. Then, if you fall it’ll only be half that.”
“I’ve seen the size of these mountains and there’s not a bunny slope in three-hundred miles.”
“Sure there is.”
Reagan clamped her mouth over the straw and slurped the cocktail. It tasted divine, the sugary, minty flavor inciting sweet thoughts of Garret’s lips.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” Reagan said, running her tongue over her lips as she rested her glass on the counter. “Skiing, that is,” she quickly added. He would never know she’d been thinking of kissing him, but she had to force herself to look away from his mouth. Nudging Naomi, she stood. “It’s time for me to go. I need to settle in. I haven’t even unpacked yet.” And she had no intention of doing so now, but it was a good excuse to leave. She wiped her hands on her jeans before extending her hand to his, praying hers weren’t clammy. “It was great to meet you.”
Garret grasped her proffered hand and nested his other on top, engulfing her hand. She burned. Everywhere. “Meet me on the slopes tomorrow?”
Reagan bit her lip and glanced at the floor. “Tomorrow? I don’t know. I might need a little more time to get used to this place.”
“We’ll start with sledding. You can’t not like sledding.”
She didn’t know, seeing as how she’d never done it, but cozying up to him at a hundred miles an hour would probably be amazing.
“I’m safe,” Garret said as he dropped his hand.
“You’re what?” she asked, meeting his eyes. Maybe he was a good guy in most people’s standards, but he made her heart beat too fast to be anything but dangerous.
“I’m harmless. Several people in town will vouch for me.”

“But I don’t know them either.” 
#Teaser of Scarless & Sacred - #MafiaRomance - Coming Soon!
Scarless & Sacred releases in JUST A COUPLE OF DAYS.


I'm so excited for this book. It is one of my favorites in the series,and early reviewers seem to be saying the same thing. Theo has started a few wars, both between readers in the series. ; )


So, I thought I would share one last teaser from Theo and Eve's story before it releases this coming Monday. Enjoy.

Hugs,

--Kris

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Reckless & Ruined, Book Two: Amazon | Other Vendors Coming Soon


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Excerpt:

“Theo?”
“What?” he barked.
Evelina swallowed audibly. “It’s over.”
Yeah, he figured that, but he wanted to be safe. Tipping his head up, Theo glanced around. Sure enough, there wasn’t a black vehicle in sight and the road had all but turned silent. Traffic had stopped and sirens blasted in the distance. People were getting out of their cars, a few with stunned expressions and some others had phones pressed to their ears. A couple began to make their way closer to Theo and Evelina.
“You can move now,” Evelina whispered.
Theo met her green eyes and everything he thought he knew wavered in that split second. She was terrified with tears welling and her bottom lip trembling. Her fists had wrapped tightly into the sides of his leather jacket, holding him firmly against her like she didn’t want to let go. Theo had somehow managed to turn them both on their side with his back facing the road, but her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.
Intimate.
Way too intimate.
But he could still see it in her eyes. The fear, the uncertainty. She didn’t want him to move. She didn’t want him to let go. Not yet.
“You’re all right,” Theo murmured.
Evelina nodded, but she fisted his jacket tighter all the same. A panicked, wild look colored up her eyes that were focused on only him.
“What is it, Eve?” he asked.
She wouldn’t answer.
Theo immediately went back to the last shooting Evelina had been involved in—her mother’s. He hadn’t seen the aftermath of Mia Conti’s shooting, but he’d heard enough to know it was violent, bloody and unforgettable. One side of the woman’s face had been unrecognizable, blown off from rapid assault gunfire.
Eve had been just seats away from her mother. Could she still hear the gunfire? Could she still smell the blood? Did she dream of it?
When it came to his own memories, Theo was a yes for all three.
He still remembered what it felt like walking up to his Melrose home to find police and a crowd gathering. He could still feel the uncertainty when he’d been shoved into a car and driven away from the scene of his parents’ murder.
And then there was Dino.
The heat …
The screams …
The bomb.
Theo glanced down at Evelina again as the voices of people got closer. How much time had passed? Thirty seconds, maybe a minute or two?
It felt like forever.
“You’re okay,” Theo told her.
He wished someone had told that to him years ago.
“Not okay,” Evelina replied in a breath.

Pretending was better. Nobody knew then.