Synopsis
Carter bought his way out of the mafia to protect Emma, but
when an old ghost returns to the Mauricio Family, a chain of events starts that
can harm everyone. While Carter must decide to return to the Mauricio Family or
not, a face that is oddly familiar to Emma comes into her life. She’s given the
chance to discover more about her family while tensions between the rivaling
Mauricio and Bertal Family comes to a head in an explosive way. The truce is
officially off, and when the two worlds collide, Carter’s decision is made.
He didn’t start this war, but he will end it.
He will do anything to protect Emma.
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Excerpt
We’d been learning how to shoot for a couple of months now.
It had been Theresa’s idea, and these sessions had started to replace our wine
nights. It had also been her idea to have Noah be our instructor. Carter was
the better shot, but Theresa still liked to keep her distance from him. He
still made her uneasy.
Amanda had asked her about it one night at their apartment
when I’d gone to the bathroom. I stopped in the hallway when I’d overheard
Theresa explain, “It’s not that I don’t like him. It’s just…he’s a killer,
Amanda. He’s dangerous. I know he loves her, and I know if anyone is going to
protect her, it will be him, but…” She’d sighed. “I don’t know. He’s known as
the Cold Killer. It’s hard to get past that, even though I know Emma loves him
so much.”
Amanda had asked, “Are you worried for her?”
“No.” She’d hesitated. “I mean…maybe. I’m not worried for
her from him, but because of him. He’s with the mafia.”
“She said he’s out.”
“Yeah, well, is anyone really out?”
Amanda had replied, “She wasn’t in trouble before because of
him. Emma and I did that all on our own.”
“I know. I really do, and I feel bad, but I’m just on edge
with the guy. He’s deadly. Can’t you see it in his eyes?” Theresa got up for
the kitchen. “I need a refill. You?”
I had melted backward, back into the bathroom. When she’d
crossed the hallway, the bathroom door was shut.
Glancing over at her now, I remembered how her smiles had
seemed more forced that night, her laughter a little louder, and the secretive
looks she’d sent Amanda’s way. They were roommates. They were going to talk
about me. That was obvious, but I’d been hurt, though I knew I shouldn’t have
been.
Theresa worried about me. I tried to keep telling myself it
was as simple as that.
I tried.
About the Author
I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college.
There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a
boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was
booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After
that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not
teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the
students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it
took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled
a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile!
And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.
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