Andino + Haven, #1
Publication Date: October 8, 2018
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance
They say heavy is the head that wears the crown …
Andino Marcello’s world is turned upside down when he becomes the next heir apparent to the Marcello empire. He was comfortable in his place as a Capo, but comfort is for the weak in the world of mafioso. The boss’s seat is waiting. It takes meeting a tattooed beauty who has no idea who Andino is or the criminal legacy he now carries beneath his three-piece suits, and charming smile for him to finally bend the rules set out for him. That doesn’t mean he can keep her.
They say things that never challenge you won’t change you …
Haven Murphy is doing her own thing, and she does it well. The owner of a successful Brooklyn strip club, she makes it her only goal to never fail. She’s just trying to live her life when a morning jog puts her face to face with a man that will change the direction of her life with a single conversation. She knows there’s a dark side to him beyond his good looks, and three-piece suits, but it’s hard for her to care when she wants him. That doesn’t mean he can be hers.
He’s going to break her heart; she’s going to keep his.
Because duty waits on no one.
DUTY – MUSIC PLAYLIST
“Bad things happen to people who aren’t paying attention,” the woman said.
Andino nodded. “That’s true.”
She gave him another look, adding, “I guess the bad guys probably don’t wear three-piece suits, or walk their dogs in the middle of broad daylight.”
Hadn’t he just killed a man a couple of days ago? Didn’t he have a gun hidden at his back? Wasn’t he just told he would be the heir to a criminal empire?
That all spelled bad guy to him.
Just in different ways.
“Life is busy,” Andino said, whistling after for Snaps to come back. Unquestioningly, the dog left the woman’s side, and came back to his master to sit patiently at Andino’s leather loafers. “Too busy for me, maybe. I don’t like change, but someone decided something recently that changed everything for me. Walking Snaps clears my head.”
The woman crossed her arms over her chest, and it drew Andino’s attention to the colorful artwork tattooed up her arms. Full sleeves on both arms, ink covering her throat, and traveling down to where the baggy tank top dipped low on her chest.
He wondered what kind of stories her ink told.
Something amazing, probably.
“You should take a break, then, stranger who wears a three-piece suit to walk his dog.” Her tone was half-amused, and half-teasing. “You looked happy right before I interrupted—I bet Snaps would like you to take a break, too.”
Andino’s phone buzzed with a call—he cursed as he shoved his hand into his pocket, and pulled the offensive device out to check the call.
No shunning a boss.
It was a rule.
He turned slightly to make his shoulder face the woman as he picked up the call. “Yeah, boss, what can I do for you?”
“Nothing you can’t handle, I am sure.”
The last thing Andino wanted to do was handle business. Any kind of business. He thought of the woman, and her words. Maybe she had a fucking point.
“Actually, I need a couple of weeks,” Andino said.
“Excuse me?” Dante asked.
“Yeah, I need a break.”
“At this point, whatever the hell I want. And anything that is not in this city.”
He needed to get away, and just … relax. Maybe then he wouldn’t get so snappy when his mother asked about women in his life, or whatever. Maybe then he might start to feel better about this whole fucking boss thing.
“Is this about the business, and la famiglia again, Andi?”
“Do you really need me to answer that?”
“You’re the right choice,” Dante said quietly. “The best choice. And you know it.”
“Fact remains. You’ve upended what I thought was my life. I need time to adjust.”
Dante sighed harshly, and Andino knew then he was going to get what he wanted. After all, Dante would want to keep him happy.
This was a two-way street.
A give and take.
“No buts,” Andino interjected. “A break is a fucking break.”
“Has your father ever told you that you’re a demanding little shit?”
“Yes, and also that it suits me.”
Dante grumbled under his breath, but Andino was pretty sure his uncle said, “He’s not wrong.”
“Take your break.”
Dante hung up the phone without a goodbye. Andino wished he could say he was surprised. Turning on his heel to apologize and say goodbye to the woman who had been at the mouth of the connecting trail, he found the spot empty.
And the woman gone.
He hadn’t even gotten her name.
Snaps looked up at Andino with his big, dark eyes—ready and willing to find yet another stick to be thrown for him, probably.
“Where did she go?” Andino asked his dog.
Snaps simply wagged his stubby tail.
Thanks for the help, buddy.
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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