Book Synopsis:
In this thrilling and sexy follow-up to Sempre, two young
lovers struggle to keep their relationship intact after they become deeply
enmeshed in the dangerous mafia-run crime ring they once tried to overthrow.
Haven Antonelli and Carmine DeMarco have been through a lot. Haven was taken in by Carmine’s father, and with his family’s help, she escaped a gruesome fate. However, saving Haven from the dark intentions of a mafia family cost Carmine a steep price: he was forced to swear loyalty to them.
Now, still passionately in love, Carmine and Haven must face the fall-out of Carmine’s forced service, as Haven discovers terrifying secrets about the family that enslaved both her and her mother—and why she matters so much in this intricate web of lies.
Haven Antonelli and Carmine DeMarco have been through a lot. Haven was taken in by Carmine’s father, and with his family’s help, she escaped a gruesome fate. However, saving Haven from the dark intentions of a mafia family cost Carmine a steep price: he was forced to swear loyalty to them.
Now, still passionately in love, Carmine and Haven must face the fall-out of Carmine’s forced service, as Haven discovers terrifying secrets about the family that enslaved both her and her mother—and why she matters so much in this intricate web of lies.
Excerpt:
The smile fizzled from his face as
he strolled through the house, heading straight for the drink table. He grabbed
a small glass and filled it from an open liquor bottle, disregarding Corrado’s
warning. The burn lessened the pressure in his chest, unwinding the knots and
loosening his taut muscles.
He leaned against the table as he
drank, his attention shifting to the front door. Hours had passed, yet the girl
still stood there, as silent and still as ever. He studied her, wondering where
she had come from and how long she had been trapped in Sal’s home. He couldn’t
recall her ever being there before.
She snuck a peek after a moment,
tipping her head up slightly so her blue eyes met his. Her brow furrowed when
she saw him watching her, and she dropped her gaze again quickly.
“What’s your name?” Carmine asked
curiously.
She peeked up once more but didn’t
have a chance to respond before laughter sounded out behind him. Carmine turned
at the noise of a clinking liquor bottle and froze, the glass nearly slipping
from his hand as he stared at the badly scarred face. The familiarity took his
breath away.
“Her name’s Annie, I think,” Carlo
said, casually pouring a glass of scotch.
“Abby,” the girl whispered, her
voice shaking as she corrected him.
“Not that it matters,” Carlo
continued, shrugging. “You can call her anything you want.”
Carmine couldn’t tear his eyes away
from him. Everything about the man screamed vile,
from his callous words to his horrid face. “I prefer to call her by her name.”
Carlo looked over at him, studying
him carefully. “DeMarco’s kid.”
“Yes.”
“Makes sense.” Carlo brought his
glass to his lips. “She’s your type.”
Anger swept through Carmine. He
fought to control himself, forcing his feet to stay where they were. He
wouldn’t be provoked. Not here, not now. “Excuse me?”
“Ah, no reason to be ashamed,” Carlo
said. “If it’s any consolation, I’ve always liked to sample the help, too.
Little Annie over there is a sweet thing. Submissive. Didn’t even put up a fight.
Not that any of them do. Well, except yours. Feisty one, isn’t she? Didn’t get
that from her mother.”
Carmine’s rage spiraled over. “You
son of a—!”
Before he could leap over the liquor
table and pound his fists into the man’s grotesque face, the noise in the room
grew louder as a slew of guests filtered in. They scattered through, some
heading for the door while others made their way to the back den. Carlo took a
step back, tipping his glass at Carmine with a menacing smile. “Nice to
officially meet you, kid. I’ll see you around.”
He sauntered away as Corrado
approached, grabbing the glass from Carmine’s hand and slamming it on the
table. “Your ability to listen is astounding.”
“Do you know what that motherfucker
just said to me?” Carmine asked, clenching his hands into fists. “He just—”
Corrado cut him off. “I don’t care.
He’s made, Carmine. You don’t disrespect a man who earned his button.”
About the Author:
JM Darhower is the author of countless stories and poems,
most of which only she has ever read. She lives in a tiny town in rural North
Carolina, where she churns out more words than will ever see the light of day.
She has a deep passion for politics and speaking out against human trafficking,
and when she isn't writing (or fangirling about books) she's usually ranting
about those things.
Chronic crimper with a vulgar mouth, she admits to having a
Twitter addiction. You can usually always find her there.
Author's Links:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jmdarhower
Website: http://www.jmdarhower.com/
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