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

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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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Two brothers – two greatest loves.

About Manhattan Storm:
★Kind of sportsball with a second chance love.

Second chance love with a surprise trope too.
Letters.
Double the grovel.
Bath shenanigans.
Tight football pants but not a sportsball romance.
Milkshakes (that brings one boy to her yard)
Possessive – protective – dreamy hero.
Prickly – shy – sacrificing heroine who loves a king.
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★Younger hero who is all man and a cocky genius and has a taste for a teacher.
★Buys food. Makes coffee. Gives her the good D.
★ Possessive, jealous tendencies and pursuer of his woman.
★ Hot bathroom shenanigans
★ Criminally vengeful. – don’t cross the Fierro boy.

Four reasons why getting involved with Lachlan Fierro is about the baddest of all bad ideas, ever.
1. He’s seven years younger than me.
2. He’s far too cocky and intimidating.
3. I’m inexplicably attracted to every inch of his confident smirk.
4. I’m his teacher.

Teacher/Student plus age-gap romance without any ick factor.
Sometimes a man-boy just has to go after his future without reservation.
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Manhattan Target – Cover Reveal

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It’s time to head back to Manhattan –
meet Gabriella and her hitman, Dominic Dragna. #TargetMeDom

“I want Gabriella all for myself and I intend to have her. No matter what I have to do. I’m a hitman. My morals are already questionable.”

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 What you need to know about 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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Release Date:  May 7, 2020.
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★.•°★°•.💋OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:
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★°•.★𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛:

I WAS HIS TARGET
ever since I stepped into La Casa Rossa.
I never expected Dominic Dragna.
He’s not a hero. He’s no prince charming.
He’s the villain in any happily ever after story you’ve ever read.

 VILLAINS NEED LOVE TOO … right?
And I’m the woman strong enough to give it to him.

A stripper falling for her brooding boss.
It’s almost comical if he didn’t tie me in heated knots.
Only, he’s so much more than my boss.
Something I could not have envisaged.
I’m quickly entangled in his dangerous world.
Dominic is a man like no other, with close ties to the mob and a heart that beats for me.

Perfection is for other couples.
Daring. Immoral. Powerful.
A good girl might want a gentleman.
I’ll take the untouchable hitman who owns me heart and soul.

He’s not without peril.
Because I took one look at that man and
TARGETED HIM BACK AS MINE.

Complete standalone romance with some familiar faces thrown in from previous books.

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From Manhattan

Manhattan Heart – Available Now

Who is ready for more of the sweetest hero ever?

Gray and India are BACK!
There’s more from the sugar daddy and his mean girl.
What happens after the HEA?

I’m so thrilled to be able to share more of this couple with you, loves. I’ve wanted to write about a married couple for the longest time. The whole romantic dynamic is different with an established couple, I could explore more of their feelings instead of ‘boy meets girl’ the moment this story came to me I knew these two were perfect to handle it. I hope you enjoy seeing them again as much as I did!

You can grab it on e-book, paperback and in KU right now.
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We don’t have to be traditional to have love.
We love our life and we cherish each other.
It’s enough. It’s always been more than enough.

What you need to know about Manhattan Heart:

 💕Follow on novella.
💕Married couple romance.
💕Endless piles of love.
💕Two adorable puppers.
💕Grumpy sweet hero.
💕Drunken girl squad.
💕Sex ban!

Series: Book 5 – From Manhattan Series.
Not a standalone –  It’s the continuation from MANHATTAN SUGAR
Genre: Contemporary Romance. Sugar daddy goodness.
Trope: ☆Marriage woes ☆Sex ban grumpiness ☆Endless love

The sugar daddy is back!
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