From the blurb:
An optional extra novella to read with the Switchblade Romance series, and for new readers, a great way of introducing Richard and Tino.
After a whirlwind romance, Tino Santini has accepted his CEO’s marriage proposal, but Tino knows that due to past conflicts, his family won’t be pleased by the union. He also has to find a way to keep his vengeful lover under control before he kills someone. Again.
Richard Mason, former gangster and ruthless businessman, is extremely protective of his future husband and won’t tolerate any disrespect. He has to employ all of his restraint to solve their problems in a non-violent way.
In the meantime, a rift grows between Tino and his close-knit family which threatens to destroy his relationship with Richard before it's barely begun.
Excerpt:
The bar was quiet, with two leather bears in one corner, deep in conversation, and three other tough biker dudes at the other end of the bar. They all knew me, so I felt totally comfortable. The one who should have been worried was the stockbroker, rocking his knock-off Hugo Boss suit and cheap shoes like a bargain basement Patrick Bateman.
“What do you say we go get some dinner? I’ve a table booked at ….”
As he said it, the door to the bar opened, and everyone stopped to stare. A man stood in the doorway, surveying the scene, mirrored Aviators on, a cigarette drooping from his lower lip. He had long legs encased in tight black leather trousers and wore a chest harness under a black leather biker jacket. The harness, hairy bare chest and black leather Muir cap put him squarely in the kink bracket. He checked out the leather bears, the bikers, the stockbroker and finally, me.
“Hey!” The stockbroker grabbed my chin and forced me to face him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. You’re being rude.”
By now, the newcomer had reached us. He grabbed the stockbroker by the collar and threw him off his stool, smoothly taking his place.
“Fuck off, jerkweed. THAT'S being rude.”
The stockbroker scrambled to his feet, assessed the situation and wisely retreated, with the leather bears helpfully steering him towards the exit.
“My white knight,” I murmured. “FYI, I don’t need one.”
“That’s too bad, beautiful, because here the fuck I am.”
Marrying The Mobster will be available as an e-book and can be read as part of your Kindle Unlimited Subscription
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