Nico, the first book in the Ruin
& Revenge series by New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille
releases on December 6th!
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Blurb
Las Vegas
Mafia boss Nico Toscani is used to getting what he wants, whether it is having
the City of Sin under his rule or a beautiful woman in his bed. But when he
meets his match in the gorgeous, headstrong Mia Cordano, the daughter of a
rival crime lord, all bets are off . . . Sexy computer hacker Mia struggles to
break free of her ruthless father's Mafia ties . . . but she can't resist the
powerful and seductive Nico, who will stop at nothing to possess her. With
their families locked in a brutal war for control of the city, Mia and Nico
enter into a forbidden game. Will they surrender to the passion that burns
between them and risk tearing apart their families? Or will Nico be forced to
betray the only woman who sets his blood on fire?
Excerpt
He sensed her before
he saw her. The soft thud of her boots, whispers in the air, the intoxicating scent
of her perfume. Not wanting to ruin the moment, he kept his eyes averted until
he finished his call. When he finally looked up, he saw an angel, dressed as
the devil, to tempt him beyond original sin.
“Hello, Mr. Mob Boss.”
Hunger like he’d never
known before took over him at the sound of her voice—husky and throaty in a way
that made him think about pushing her to places where they would both lose
their self-control.
She tapped her foot,
and his gaze dropped to her boots. Cristo!
She rocked her sexy punk clothes like no other woman he’d met, and more than
anything he wanted to get under her skin. He wanted to know what made her tick,
what music she listened to, what she liked to eat, and whether her apartment
was as offbeat as her clothes. He wanted to know what it was about her that
made a powerful Toscani capo with an
empire to run want to spend the evening in a pool hall waiting for her to
appear.
“Mia.” Her name on his
lips was a sensual treat. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man.”
She snorted a laugh.
“You are not a patient man. A patient man would have waited to bump into me on
the street or at a wedding or a funeral, of which I expect there will be many
after people see you here with me. An impatient man lays siege until he gets
what he wants.”
“Do I get what I
want?” He leaned forward and licked his lips, his entire being focused on her.
An entire SWAT team could have run into the building throwing grenades and
shooting machine guns, and he would have been totally unable to drag his gaze
away.
“Depends what it is.”
“How about you in my
bed?” He wasn’t usually so direct with the women he was trying to seduce, but
playing it safe wasn’t going to work with a strong woman like Mia. He had to
prove himself worthy and he could only do that by taking risk. Although he
tried to convince himself he had come to honor a debt, the reality was he
couldn’t stay away.
“You’ve wasted one of
your three wishes. Try again.”
Nico frowned. “I
thought I was forgiven.”
“Because I accepted a
ride from you, and you fixed my car? Because I gave you a little thank-you
kiss? Gratitude for a kind deed doesn’t equal forgiveness. And forgiveness
doesn’t equal sex.”
Sex.
His assessing gaze
drifted down her body, taking in the quick flutter of the pulse in her neck,
the slight flush on her cheeks, and the bead of her nipples pressed against her
thin tank top. He felt the impact of her desire deep in his groin. Fuck. Thirty seconds with her and he was
perilously close to losing his self-control. Again.
“Are you done checking
me out, Mr. Mob Boss?”
Cristo. Every word from her mouth went straight to his cock. Women
didn’t talk to Nico with amused disdain. They didn’t accept his gifts and walk
away. They didn’t make him wait three hours in a pool hall for the honor of
their presence.
“You are a beautiful
woman,” he said honestly. “You deserve a man who knows how to please a woman in
bed.”
Her lips tipped at the
corners, and she walked without hesitation between his parted legs sending all
the wrong messages to the right part of his body. “And that would be you?”
“Yes.”
Heat sizzled in the
air between them, and she dropped her gaze but, not before he saw the truth in
her eyes. Yes, she wanted him. But she was going to make him work damn hard for
the privilege of finding out what she hid beneath those badass punk clothes.
Boldly, he smoothed
his hand up her thigh to curve around her hip. Pulling her closer, he gestured
her down, pressed his lips to her ear. “You are wet for me, bella. Hot. I hear your need in the
quickness of your breath, see it the flush in your cheeks, your nipples tight
and begging for my touch, and if I stroked you, gently rubbed my thumb over
your clit, you would come for me, and you would scream my name.”
Her breath hitched,
ever so softly, and then she pulled away. “Save the sweet words for the women
who are awed by your mobster charm.”
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled
abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans
and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance
and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who
tame them. Her books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance
series, and the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.
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