Nico, the first book in the Ruin
& Revenge series by New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille
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Blurb:
Las Vegas
Mafia boss Nico Toscani is used to getting what he wants, whether it is having
the City of Sin under his rule or a beautiful woman in his bed. But when he
meets his match in the gorgeous, headstrong Mia Cordano, the daughter of a
rival crime lord, all bets are off . . . Sexy computer hacker Mia struggles to
break free of her ruthless father's Mafia ties . . . but she can't resist the
powerful and seductive Nico, who will stop at nothing to possess her. With
their families locked in a brutal war for control of the city, Mia and Nico
enter into a forbidden game. Will they surrender to the passion that burns
between them and risk tearing apart their families? Or will Nico be forced to
betray the only woman who sets his blood on fire?
Excerpt:
“Welcome back, my friend.”
Wham. Nico had King by the
throat and halfway over the bar before Mia had a chance to introduce him.
“Let him go.” Mia tugged on Nico’s wrist,
dislodging his hand from the bartender’s throat.
“Sorry.” She reached across the bar to
straighten King’s collar. “He doesn’t get out much.”
“Hey, no problem.” King held up his
hands, palms forward in the universal sign of surrender. “Just being friendly,
man. We got a hands off policy until five a.m. That’s when the clubs shut down
and the strippers come in looking for some fun.”
“You.” Mia turned and poked Nico in the
chest. “Take it down about one thousand notches. I know these people, and they
know me. Nothing’s going to happen to me here.”
Nico grunted but didn’t look convinced.
Mia ordered a couple of two-dollar drinks and found a small table near the back
that wasn’t covered in empties.
“Don’t use the washroom unless you’re
desperate,” Mia said, amused by how uptight her Mafia boss was in the pit of
sin. Or maybe it was because he had left his bodyguards outside and he was
alone for the first time in forever.
“I’ve got my piece.” He patted his
jacket, and Mia laughed.
“Oh. It’s a gun. I wondered what that was
when you were pressed up against me at the bar. I thought you wanted me.”
His eyes darkened and he reached over,
dragged her chair toward him. “I wanted you back at the hotel. Now it’s a
fucking need.”
Mia leaned over, kissed his neck. “Do you
know what I need?”
He threaded his hand through her hair,
pulled her closer. “What do you need, bella?”
“I need to dance.” She pushed away and
wound her way through the tables to the tiny dance floor in front of the stage.
How the hell could she make this work if she wanted to jump him every time they
were together? She didn’t want to get emotionally involved in a fake marriage
that tied her to the mob, especially when it was never meant to last. And yet,
she was already emotionally involved. She could never have said ‘I do’ to a man
she didn’t trust, a man she liked and cared deeply about. There was so much
more to Nico than the cold, ruthless mob boss he let the world see. He was
passionate, protective, deeply committed to his family, and so damn sexy she
couldn’t keep her hands away.
Someone put the Clash on the jukebox and
she danced with two biker chicks as punk rock videos played on the projection
screen behind the stage. She glanced over at the table, but Nico was already behind
her.
“You trying to fucking kill me?” He
wrapped one arm around her waist, and pulled her against him, as if they were
alone and not in the middle of a dance floor in a grungy dive bar.
“I was trying to dance.” Her nipples
tightened as he ground his hips into her ass. “I see you want the X-rated
version.”
He kissed his way down her neck, and
nipped the sensitive skin on her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. “I
could fuck you right here and no one would bat an eye.”
Mia turned to face him, wound her arms
around his neck. “I knew you’d like it.”
“I like watching you.” He pulled her
close and danced like his hips were unhinged, grinding against her until her
clit throbbed and she was so wet for him, the thought of fucking him in the
filthy bathroom held considerable appeal.
“Nico.” She moaned softly, and he thrust
his thick thigh between her legs, rocking her against the rough fabric of his
jeans.
“Can you come like this?” His voice was a
low, sensual rasp in her ear, his hands firm on her hips, his body hot and hard
in her arms.
“I don’t know, but I want to.”
He twisted her hair in his hand, yanked
her head back, and kissed her fiercely. “How bad is the restroom?”
“Bad.”
She slid her hand down, smoothed it over
his T-shirt, tracing over his rock hard pecs, the ripples of his abs. Nico’s
grip tightened and his voice dropped to a husky growl. “How much do you want
me?”
“Worse.” She rubbed the palm of her hand
along his rock hard erection. People danced around them, laughed, and joked.
Their R-rated behavior was nothing in a bar where she’d witnessed X-rated
shenanigans.
“Come.” He grabbed her hand, pulled her
across the dance floor and through the maze of tables to the tiny, dark hall
leading to the restrooms.
“Where are we going?”
His lips curved in a sensual smile. “To
give you what you want.”
About the
Author:
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled
abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans
and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance
and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who
tame them. Her books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance
series, and the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.
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