Abigail Davies ~ Lorenzo Beretta ~ Cover & Excerpt Reveal / Teaser / Giveaway

LORENZO BERETTA (Unseen Underground #1) by Abigail Davies – Cover & Excerpt Reveal 

Release Date: January 21, 2021

Cover Design: Pink Elephant Designs
Photographer: Marx Chavez
Model: Borja Galan

Genre: Mafia Romance
Trope: Enemies to lovers, arranged marriage


She didn’t want to be my wife, but she never had a choice.

The moment my father took his last breath, I knew what would be expected of me.
I’d trained my entire life for the role.
To become The Boss. The head of the Beretta Family.

But I hadn’t known there were conditions.
Three rules to obey.
Three rules standing in the way of becoming King of the underground.

The first two were easy, but it was the third rule that was most problematic.
I had to find someone to marry.
A good Italian woman who wouldn’t distract me. Someone who knew their place. Someone who wouldn’t expect anything of me.

So when Aida turned up—quiet and respectful—I knew she was perfect for the role, whether she wanted it or not.

Vows were promised; lines drawn. And I became the Mafia Boss I’d always known I would be.

Everything was going to plan.
Until I saw her smile at another man.
Until I saw her lay her hand on his chest.

She’d made a mistake.
But maybe I’d underestimated her.
I thought I was getting sweet and innocent. I hadn’t bargained on feisty and opinionated.

We’d been forced into something neither of us wanted.

I may have needed to get married, but that didn’t mean I wanted a wife.

Or did I?


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I stared at her, trying to keep all of my emotions buried deep down, but it was impossible as her big brown eyes stared up at me.

“You know what I do when someone takes something that’s mine?” I asked, my voice rough. I was on the verge of losing my mind and tearing everything to pieces. She’d done that. She’d managed to make me feel like this with one single move.

“I…” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I…” I stepped closer to her, pressing her back against the wall. Her backpack hit the floor with a clang, but neither of us acknowledged it.

“I take something away from them,” I growled, bending my knees so our faces were level. I saw the recognition in her eyes. She was thinking about our wedding night—remembering what she’d seen. “He took what’s mine,” I gritted out, the words so low only her and I could hear them.

“I’m not yours,” she snapped back, her feisty side making an appearance. “I’ll never be yours.” My lips quirked.

“Wanna bet on that, baby?”

“Fuck. You.” She tried to push her body off the wall, but all she managed to do was press against me. Her breath caught as I thrust my hips against her, letting her know exactly what she was doing to me.

“Is that what you want?” I asked, lifting her arm I held in my vice like grip and planting it above her head. “You want me to fuck you?” A muscle in her jaw ticked, her anger making an appearance. Maybe I’d underestimated her.

“I hate you,” she whispered. “I fucking hate you.”

I shook my head, pushing even closer to her. Nearly every part of our bodies touched, and fuck if I didn’t like the way she fit perfectly against me.

“No, you don’t.” I skimmed my nose up her cheek, taking in a lungful of her scent. “If you hated me, you wouldn’t have done what you did.”


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Abigail Davies grew up with a passion for words, storytelling, maths, and anything pink. Dreaming up characters–quite literally–and talking to them out loud is a daily occurrence for her. She finds it fascinating how a whole world can be built with words alone, and how everyone reads and interprets a story differently. Now following her dreams of writing, Abigail has found the passion that she always knew was there. When she’s not writing: she’s a mother to two daughters who she encourages to use their imagination as she believes that it’s a magical thing, or getting lost in a good book. If she’s doing neither of those things, you can be sure she’s surfing the web buying new makeup, clothes, or binge watching another show as she becomes one with her sofa.


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