Renegade Souls MC

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New to the Renegade Souls MC series?

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𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗠𝗖 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀? 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂!

Take a walk on the wild side with these dirty bikers who play on the wrong side of the law but love with everything they have. The Renegade Souls boys and their strong willed ladies who bring them to their knees will give you an MC experience you won’t ever forget. – 𝗔𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮 𝗛𝗘𝗔 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲.

 

3 FULL LENGTH novels filled with all the steamy romance you could ever desire with action and breathtaking suspense and explosive chemistry.
Over 1000 pages of biker goodness!

“The club came first … until he met her.”

 

Love delicious and dirty with the Renegade Souls MC:

Book one: Dirty Salvation
Book two: Preacher Man
Book three: Tracking Luxe

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From Manhattan, Renegade Souls MC

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From Manhattan

Manhattan Target – Available Now

It’s time to head back to Manhattan – meet Gabriella and her hitman bad boy. 
Ready to meet Dominic Dragna?

If you met Gabriella briefly in Naughty Irish Liar, you know she is a dancer and best friends with the heroine from that story. All I shared was she had a little crush on her ‘mafia man‘ boss. I then wrote a flash fiction story as part of a Facebook group and suddenly this hit man told me he belonged Gabriella! I had to expand the 2k short scene into a full novel after that. I hope you enjoy these two as much as I did.

You can grab it on e-book, paperback and in KU right now.
Standalone Romance.
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“But all my beating heart wants is one man.
What’s my love language?
Dominic fucking Dragna.”

What you can expect with Manhattan Target:

🌹Hitman-Lite
🌹Fake marriage
🌹An alpha Italian making pasta
🌹Pole dancing
🌹Touches of mafianess
🌹Besties arguing
🌹A kiss to remember

 

Series: Book 6 – From Manhattan Series. – Standalone romances.
Genre: Contemporary Romance.
Trope: ☆Italian Alpha Boss ☆Hitman-Lite ☆Fake marriage
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Exclusive First Chapter – Manhattan Target

Only two HITMAN sleeps to go!!

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It’s not rocket science to understand the business I’m in.

You don’t need a PhD to comprehend I’m an independent contractor.

I do the dirty work that people want to ignore.

I receive a message.

I check the offer and time frame.

Research comes next.

I hunt.

And prey.

I stalk.

And then I kill.

Freelance contractor is the technical name.

But in layman’s terms, I’m a hitman.

My Slavic-Italian father is a winemaker in Napoli. His father was a farmer in the same fields my father now owns for his grapes. He’s a good man who hasn’t done anything wrong in his life.

You can justifiably question where the fuck I got the thought or the inclination to become a hire to kill man, but it’s quite simple really.

I was in the right place at the wrong time, or in my case, the right time.

Things happened. People I knew needed a dirty job done without their M.O. left all over it.

Intending to be one job. One turned into two. My reputation preceded me and word of mouth spread like wildfire that I was the man to hire.

I have very little scruples, hardly any morality and I like money.

I enjoy being rich. You could say it’s my second biggest love of my life.

No one likes eating ramen for dinner every day.

Well someone I know does…but I do not.

Everything I do in my life is in excess.

I enjoy being gluttonous and having things that please me.

I won’t apologize for who I am and I don’t deny myself the things I want if it’s in my power to own it.

Nevertheless, there’s specific rules and I live by them to the letter.

These are my own rules and they are:

I never target kids of any kind.

I won’t go after someone’s kid to teach an asshole a lesson.

I’ll target the asshole for free.

I won’t kill Donata because she won the Tiramisu contest last year and Silvia can’t get over it. Bitch, take care of that yourself by poisoning her macadamia cookies. Or fuck Donata’s husband as payback.

Everything else is fair game if the price is right.

Just like a supermodel, I don’t get my arsenal out for less than fifty grand and that’s rock bottom price to retain my time, the real price comes if I accept. I flew to Dubai to deal with a little fraudulent issue an oil tycoon was having. He deposited a cool five million into my account for my ass to get on a plane.

It’s not a bad life.

I might end up in the blazing pits of Lucifer’s fortress, but I’ll do it in good threads and a Cuban cigar in my hand.

Of course I have a day job.

All good hitmen need a front, but that’s my business and only a few people in the whole world know my true self.  Sure, people whisper about me. There’s always rumors surrounding who I am and what I can do. But no one truly knows unless I want them to know.

I rarely accept a job in person unless I know and trust them already. Everything I take is over the phone or through messages. There is never a paper trail leading back to my name.

Keep your enemies close and your real enemies closer like you want to bone them.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I adjust the tie before folding down the collar to my crisp white shirt. My own image looking back at me.

I see what everyone else sees.

My Italian roots staining my hair ink black, brushed off my face. Navy blue eyes against my natural tan.

I work out consistently every morning. Have you ever seen an overweight hitman who can clamber up the side of a building because his mark lives on the twenty-ninth floor?

Burgers are nice to eat. Money is better in my bank, so I exercise.

Plus, I like seeing my dick when I look down and not a beer gut. My dick is not happy as I zip up the black pants. It’s the reason we’re getting gussied up in a Dolce and Gabbana tuxedo today.

Business as usual.

Only, today is a little different and it has my rib cage expanding with the amount of breaths I’m taking.

This hit is not the same, in that the mark has proven elusive for far too long.

While I accepted other assignments, this task was dormant in the file and that shit did not sit well with me.

Quitting isn’t in my blood.

It’s the reason I required the big guns to get involved and my fucking gut is on fire for what will happen today.

I haven’t been able to get close enough to the guy.

He’s surrounded by more protection than the Pope.

You would think a crime boss wouldn’t be scared all the time.

But I’ve finally gotten around it.

I hope anyway, or the rest of my goddamn life is going to be miserable.

An hour later I’m sliding into the low slung Maserati GranTurismo in Magma Red. Chosen especially today to arrive at the church across Manhattan. It’s a lavish affair. Already the press are outside. Barriers of security checking invites and wristbands to the guests allowed inside the church.

The prick covered all his security bases.

I tried earlier that week to get a birds-eye view from the roof opposite to keep as plan B. I do my hits with less flare and not with a high-powered rifle that will land my ass on America’s most wanted.

No, this has to be up close and personal.

Choosing my seat at the back of the church, my eyes are razor sharp. The hush comes over the vast crowd of crime families and celebrities alike.

I know my gaze should be with the aging man at the front, standing with his eldest son. The groom is pushing seventy if he’s a day and looks like he’s lived a hard fucking life. Any decent person would feel guilty knowing they’re looking at a breathing dead man. Knowing within a day he’ll be on a mortuary slab, cut open to find out the mysterious reason for his sudden death.

I don’t have guilt and my eyes are trained to the back of the church.

A whirlwind relationship the press claimed to be the romance of the decade.

Former club dancer who met the love of her life only weeks ago is going to become queen to Manhattan’s Vitali boss. The headlines were splashed over the gossip columns this week.

The Vitali family came from Naples decades ago and set up camp in lower Manhattan and the surrounding boroughs. They’re one step down from the actual Cosa Nostra, but it hasn’t stopped them warring with most every crime faction and making deadly enemies.

That’s where I come in.

It was never an ordinary hit that any street soldier could take on. It’s taken careful, methodical planning for far too long and here we are at the end.

Only this job is personal more than most. I feel it in every slow swallow and precipitous heartbeat as the bride enters from outside.

Being orphaned, she’s not escorted by a father. She’s walked down the aisle by Vitali’s consigliere. The raven-haired brat sends a sweet smile to the groom as she sways her hips encased in the Vegas showgirl type white dress, barely hiding her pussy, it’s that short.

The dress looks ridiculous on her, thank god.

My fingers flex. I already know my teeth will ache later because I’m holding my jaw together with sheer willpower to keep myself in my seat and not charge forward.

The church is surrounded with guards wearing designer black.

Even the priest is looking worried.

Why am I so antsy when I’ve done this a thousand times and not broken out in a sweat?

“I love you,” I whisper under my breath as the love of my life walks down the aisle to the man I’m paid to assassinate.

Yeah, that’s why.

My woman marrying this piece of shit crime boss in front of a thousand witnesses and my heart is in a vise within my rib cage.

The ceremony starts.


 

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The gods of handsome men were generous that day by handing him double helpings of everything that is perfection.

His lips are full and cold at the same time. He can charm and destroy with his mouth alone and I wish either trait put me off him but it doesn’t.
I suppose that makes me incredibly foolish.
Add to that his confidence and it makes Dominic Dragna the most handsome man in Manhattan. It oozes out of him like steam from a street grate. His walk is power and money and so much danger that anyone looking at him knows they’re taking a risk by glancing at him too long. His steps are always fluidly sure.
He looks great in power suits and casual-wear. He’s friendly and aloof with enough secrecy to make the Vatican jealous.
Before I lost my parents, I was a practicing catholic. I believed in Him and attended church and not only for the big holidays. I would have always noticed Dominic—faith or not. The devil demands attention in whatever guise he walks in and I would have been drawn to him instantly.
He makes me think in wicked … sinful and Godly thoughts and I don’t have the power to repel them or him. I’m attracted to Dominic like any monster is to their overlord master.
Late at night I wonder where that kiss would have taken us. I spend way too much time thinking … fantasizing about the way he held me by the throat, stroking my skin and then I wonder how he’d feel touching other parts of my body.
With a hard swallow, I ask. “What can I do for you, boss-man?”
I thought I was putting distance between us by calling him that. Maybe it would piss him off. Instead it had the opposite effect and he loved it.
It’s easy to pretend when I look at his eyes and see the flickering flames in their depths. It’s easy to pretend I’m simply talking to the man who puts money in my pocket… in a non-skeevy way.
He’s the boss. He’s my boss. End of story.

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