Teaser Tuesday – ♡Where the Happily Ever After Lives♡

Teaser Tuesday – Manhattan Muse

October 6, 2020 Books by V. Theia

we’re on the Fierro countdown. The end is almost here!
PREORDER: mybook.to/ManhattanMuse
STANDALONE ROMANCE.
Genre: New Adult / rock star romance
Trope: | rock star | accidental marriage | bossy kisses and fiery glares |

Release: Oct 22 #HubbyRockstar

——————–

To protect his reputation from further falling into the gutter, I do what I can over the next thirty minutes while he drives us home.

I get off a call with his legal team as he leads me into the hallway of my building, his hand comfortably on the back of my neck.

“Do you know how fucking formidable you sound when you get into boss mode? Fuck, Raene. I don’t know how I didn’t drive us into the fucking river.”

Slack jawed, I giggle at his praise.

I have more to say to him, but it waits until I unlock the door.

Stopping him from advancing to the kitchen where I know he’ll pull things from the fridge. He likes to cook when he feels unsettled. I grab the front of his shirt, making sure the hottest eyes I’ve ever seen are trained on me. He lets his head drop a little, waiting.

“You can’t keep losing your temper, baby.”

He grunts. That’s cavemen speak for I can if I fucking want to.

“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen before you’re bankrupt.”

He snorts. “Unlikely.”

“Every time you feel your temper rising, you’re going to have sex with me.”
I didn’t think it possible to shock the unflappable rock god. Both eyebrows shoot up into his dark hair and then drop back down until they brood over his eyes. He walks me backward until I hit the hallway wall.

He’s already thinking about it, the dirty dog. My tactic is working, at least.

“You’re gonna offer me your pussy to calm me down?” He crowds me, dropping his head another inch until his nose almost grazes mine. Sniffing at me like an animal does right before it mounts its mate.

“Well, you are an angry little bear who doesn’t know when to shut his big mouth, so I have to do something.”

He growls low and I smile up at him, running my hands slowly up his chest as it expands under my touch. It’s amazing how he eases for me.

Am I the rock star whisperer?

“Nothing little about me, baby.”

“I know that doesn’t wound your ego, it’s too enormous.”

Tommy smirks. There his confidence is, bold as ever and preening.

“You pushed a photographer to the ground.”

“He was fucking crowding you, Raene. And he’s a dick with a camera, that doesn’t make him a photographer, he’s a bottom feeder.”

“Yes, and it was very gallant of you, though, I wish you had tried a different tactic.” As it stands, I can only hope no photos leak to the popular blogs.

“Like what, cut off his fucking fingers and shove them up his ass? Yeah, I thought about it.”

My breath becomes rapid, not altogether afraid of his soft-spoken answer. Though I would be lying if I said I’m not worried.

It’s there, in the background of my mind, hearing how he’ll do anything to protect me from prying eyes.

In these moments, he is a true Bianchi.

You can take the man from the crime family, but he’s never truly free of them.
———————

From Manhattan

Teaser Tuesday – Manhattan Tormentor

July 28, 2020July 28, 2020 Books by V. Theia

OMG SO CLOSE to August, babes! And the Fierro countdown is on!!! #TormentMeFinn #TeamFierro

PRE-ORDER: mybook.to/ManhattanTormentor

“What the fuck do you want from me?” I husk in his face. I have nothing left to give, yet tempted beyond measure with those lips in grabbing distance.

Sage is a complication I didn’t see coming until it was too late.

I need to shake him off.

There are bigger things to think about.

I give him nothing and expect everything.

“Absolutely nothing. Now move back so I can leave.” He says dry without feeling. It’s as though he’s turned back into the robot I used to watch striding down the hallways, unaffected by humanity.

There’s something about him that pulls me in, makes me say and do things I never would with anyone else.

He’s wrong about falling into other bodies to forget him. No one else exists.

Sage is unforgettable, and every fiber of my being fights against it.

My evil little mind is on fire to take him right here.

Denial is part of being a Maverick.

We deny we’re not a dysfunctional fucking shitshow all the time.

Warm breath sweeps across my face, and his stare is unwavering.

Oh, to be that calm.

I still taste him in my mouth. Feeling how he commands a kiss, fights me for it. His hard body underneath mine. There’s not a single inch of skin that doesn’t want to drag him back into my apartment and start all over again.

Listen to his moans.

His pleading.

The kid likes to beg and curse like nothing else, and it drives me fucking wild.

But I can’t.

I can’t.

It has to stop now.

My teeth clench. My heart hurts. “God, I fucking hate you, Fierro.”

The smile twisting his beautiful face just makes me feel like a bigger prick.

“That’s just it, you wish you did.” The kiss he presses to my cheek comes as a surprise. It burns. “There’s not one thing wrong with you, remember that, Finn.”

When he walks away, I feel it and have to force my feet to stay in place.

It’s done.

I’m pathological because as much as I know it’s right, I still want to drag him back.

Whatever this craziness was between him and me.

It’s done.

Renegade Souls MC

Teaser Tuesday – Law Maker

March 10, 2020March 10, 2020 Books by V. Theia

“I’m not sure what you’re asking me here, Lawless,” Danny had an edge of seriousness crackling his voice.
Lawless wasn’t a secret sharer.
He didn’t need to spill his guts.
Or atone for his actions.
He did what he did and he always went into things with his eyes wide open.
He didn’t have a conscience.
Not so much.
Not like the normal folk, because he had reasons for everything.
Even psychos thought they were sane in their own mind, so how was he to know, huh?

Remember the Danny Murphy favor? 👀
Law Maker is coming is just over a WEEK!!
Preorder your psycho today:

3Psycho1

From Manhattan

Teaser Tuesday – Those Manhattan Boys

February 26, 2019 Books by V. Theia

Have you met Tom and Mack yet?

“You placed a bet to fuck me by your birthday…forgive me, am I supposed to be fucking flattered by this?”

I winced after every sharp word. “When you put it like that, I know it sounds fucked up, but I swear I didn’t agree to it, I just let the others think I had to shut them up. Hindsight I should have made it clear I wanted nothing to do with it. What I feel is real, Tom. Nothing to do with a fucking bet. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

Tom dropped the case of bottles on to the counter as if he only just realized he was still cradling them. He worked his jaw like he was trying to chew glass, but eventually he said, “Oh, the games of little boys. I applaud you, Mack, you got me. Enjoy your winnings.” He announced. And he was back to calling me Mack and though he’d overheard something shitty, I would have preferred he never hear…ever, it’s my name from his thinned-out lips that bothered me the most. He called me Mack when he wanted to put distance between us.

My panic increased, I couldn’t believe I’d screwed up this badly.

I stepped into his path when he tried to move around me.

“Get out of the way, Mack. I’m leaving.”

“Not like this. Don’t go like this, not over something funny we can laugh about later.”

“Humiliating me is funny? Placing a bet with your friends on when you could nail me is laughable?” After each grated word I felt his anger tearing at my insides like a claw hammer leaving my guts exposed. This had gone to shit so fast my head was still spinning and I couldn’t see any angle to fix it.

“Did you take pictures to send to the press too?”

“Fuck no! Tom, please, don’t. I promise you it wasn’t anything like that. I love you, I would never humiliate you.”

He didn’t so much as pause at my declaration. He looked right through me. “Forgive me for not believing a word that comes out of your mouth. Now get the fuck out of the way, you don’t want me to make a scene at your own party.”

“Fuck the party. We’ll both leave. We’ll go to your place and talk about this.”

“As far as I’m concerned we’ve nothing more to say.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Bet you I do.”

Ouch. Direct hit. Point made. Painful as fuck.

Link: mybook.to/ManhattanBet