Andino + Haven, #1
Publication Date: October 8, 2018
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance
They say heavy is the head that wears the crown …
Andino Marcello’s world is turned upside down when he becomes the next heir apparent to the Marcello empire. He was comfortable in his place as a Capo, but comfort is for the weak in the world of mafioso. The boss’s seat is waiting. It takes meeting a tattooed beauty who has no idea who Andino is or the criminal legacy he now carries beneath his three-piece suits, and charming smile for him to finally bend the rules set out for him. That doesn’t mean he can keep her.
They say things that never challenge you won’t change you …
Haven Murphy is doing her own thing, and she does it well. The owner of a successful Brooklyn strip club, she makes it her only goal to never fail. She’s just trying to live her life when a morning jog puts her face to face with a man that will change the direction of her life with a single conversation. She knows there’s a dark side to him beyond his good looks, and three-piece suits, but it’s hard for her to care when she wants him. That doesn’t mean he can be hers.
He’s going to break her heart; she’s going to keep his.
Because duty waits on no one.
DUTY – MUSIC PLAYLIST
Andino slipped into the back hallway when the security’s back was turned—although he was pretty sure the guy still saw him, anyway. It wasn’t like the guy could have missed how Andino followed the woman who got off the stage, and headed for the back.
He just caught sight of black hair slipping into the room at the far end of the hallway before he heard the door close behind her.
What was that—a changing room, or something?
Andino was going to find out.
Not that he had any business to—or that he should. Because the answer to both of those were a big, fat no. It didn’t matter; he was still going to talk to the woman because he wanted to, and Andino wasn’t very damn good at denying himself things he wanted.
He blamed that on being an only child who had always been given whatever the hell he asked for, whenever the fuck he asked for it. Or, that was the excuse he chose to use when someone asked.
Andino quickly realized this hallway was not for changing rooms, or anything of the sort. He passed storage rooms, and an exit door that led out to a back alley. At the end, he found the door he had seen the woman disappear into just as he slipped into the hallway. He didn’t even think about it—he just knocked.
“Just a sec,” called a sweet, familiar voice.
Andino heard the click of heels approaching the door, and then it opened. It was like every fucking time he got a glimpse of this woman, something changed. Something made him blink, silenced him, and he had to take her in all over again.
Gone was the black hair from when she had been dancing on the stage, and back was the blonde with teal and purple streaks from the jogging trails. She’d tossed on a silk robe over the leather ensemble, but Andino still couldn’t control his fucking gaze from wandering all over.
What was wrong with him?
“I figured you would follow me back here,” she said quietly.
Andino’s gaze jumped back up to meet the woman’s. “How did you know I was following you? I might have been coming to ask for the manager … or owner.”
Yeah, that worked.
Andino mentally patted himself on the back for managing to not look and sound like a complete fucking cafone. He certainly didn’t think this woman would appreciate him saying that yes, he followed her because … well, he didn’t really know why.
He wanted to.
That was it.
Kind of made him sound like a creep.
Andino didn’t chase women.
It wasn’t his style.
Yet, here he was.
The woman offered him a simpering smile. Her painted-red lips curved in the sexiest way as she did a little twirl right there on the spot, faced him again, stuck out her hand as if to shake his, and cocked an eyebrow in challenge.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Haven. Haven Murphy. The owner.”
And then blinked again.
Just like a fucking cafone.
Well done, asshole.
Somehow, Andino managed to save himself from looking like an even bigger ass. Although, he wasn’t quite sure how. Honesty was the best policy, or so the saying went.
“Sorry,” he murmured, “I was actually coming to talk to you.”
Haven—the name of the joint made more sense now—nodded. “Like I said, I figured.”
“Took me off guard to see you … up there, I guess.”
“Stripping, you mean?”
Andino made a noise under his breath, and shrugged one broad shoulder. “You weren’t actually stripping, though, were you? I didn’t see you take anything off, or … strip.”
Haven smiled in that teasing way of hers again. “Yeah, but I really don’t need to, either.”
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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