A Sabatini may be a lot of things: an asshole, rude, ruthless, even a killer. But one thing we never are is sloppy, not with our money, not our business, and especially not with our bodies. Until the moment I got sloppy with the most dangerous thing I could: a woman.
I'm third generation in the Outfit. I've killed more than my share of men, have had more than a few guns held to my head. Christy wasn't the first person who tried to kill me, she wasn't the last, and I'm sure there will be more in the future. I knew how we started was messed up. I'm old enough to be her father. She was thirty to my fifty, I should have spanked her, taken the gun away from her, and killed her the way I planned. She wanted me dead to pay for her childhood trauma. The way I saw it, I've done a lot of messed up things but I wasn't to blame for what she went through. If she wanted me dead, there was only one thing for me to do: kill her before she could kill me. Only the moment I laid eyes on her everything changed: the plan, me, her.
When I put the ring on her finger and she promised forever I believed we had a future. There was no hint I would wake up the next morning and find her gone. I tried to let her go, I can't. She promised forever, I'm holding her to it. It doesn't matter how far she's gone. I will find her.Christy belongs to me, and a Sabatini keeps what is his.
This is a dark mafia romance with elements that may be disturbing to some readers. While this is the second book in a series it can be read as a standalone and does not end in a cliffhanger.
Keywords: age gap romance, mafia romance, instalove romance, enemies to lovers romance, kidnapping crime fiction, organized crime, Italian mafia, plus size woman, curvy woman romance
Due to commitment issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago.
I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn't long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn't sleep without the light on until I was about ten.
I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it.
I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died. Since then I would like to think I've gotten better and now I'm writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.
As a plus size woman myself, I have started writing the stories I always wanted to see myself in but never did. And now I'm ecstatic to give BBWs the happily ever afters with hot Alphas they so rarely get.
For the skinny girlies who are lucky enough to not know what it's like to be fat, there is no fat phobia in my stories. Except what a fat person gets to deal with while simply attempting to exist in this world. No one wants to have an inner voice that tells them they are ugly, not worthy of love, or any of the other crap that runs through our minds. We didn't put it there, others did and we have to live with it. If you have a problem with it, then that's a you problem. I will not apologize or warn anyone about it.