The O’Reiley’s and
the Dardano families have always despised each other, turning New York City
into a war zone and dividing the loyalties of the biggest families in organized
crime. When mob princess Brianna O’Reiley’s husband is murdered under the
patriarch Bernardo Dardano’s orders, she vows vengeance on the family that has
destroyed hers.
Trying to regroup after her loss, Brianna leaves her young
son William with her family and leaves the city to spend some time alone. A
snow storm blows in and she crashes into another car on the road. Both she and
the other driver are unharmed and take shelter from the storm where Brianna
allows herself for just one night, to forget her tragedy in this stranger’s
arms.
They part, neither knowing the other’s identity only to
discover in a cruel twist of fate that the passionate stranger who helped her
through her grief is none other than Alessandro Dardano, the eldest son of
Bernardo, returned to New York from running his father’s business overseas to
now take his place as Bernardo’s successor.
And Brianna is now pregnant with his child.
About The Author:
E. Jamie lives in Toronto Canada and loves roaming the
streets of her vibrant city to feed her muse. She loves penning passionate
tales across all erotic sub genres from contemporary to historicals that leave
the bedroom door wide open! She's always thrilled to hear from her readers at
her website www.authorejamie.wordpress.com
Reviews:
"The foreplay between Alessandro and Bree is
ongoing
with each argument, glance across a room, or thought and the sex between
the
two boils over as soon as they make physical contact." –Just Erotic
Romance 5/5 stars
http://www.justeroticromancereviews.com/book-review.cfm?bookID=988436381&reviewID=8967&sNav=nav03-06&CFID=64317832&CFTOKEN=98067190
"How can these two heal the blood feud and have a
normal life together when Bree knows Alessandro’s family killed her husband,
the father of her son Will? How can Alessandro keep his somewhat psychotic
brother from harming Bree and Will? This is the background for this
unconventional love story…"-Manic Readers Reviews 4.5/5 stars
http://www.manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=reviews&bookid=25291
Excerpt:
Oh, come on! Her body whimpered. He stood there in black
boxer briefs that hugged the tight cheeks of that ass she knew so well. In a
tickling fit, she had bitten the right cheek playfully and the noise he had
made was so hilarious that it had sent her into a fit of giggles. His lean
waist grew into a broad, muscled back. She remembered feeling the shift and
bunch of those muscles beneath her fingers, digging into the skin with her
nails as he thrust powerfully above her.
He turned and went still when he saw her. His brown eyes
held hers for what felt like a breathless eternity. She couldn’t speak,
couldn’t look away.
Alessandro took a step towards her, and Bree jerked
backwards, coming up painfully against the refrigerator door handle. He winced
and moved to her side.
“Are you all right?” He asked, his fingers rubbing the sore
spot in the center of her back.
Bree moaned in reply and shifted her body without thought so
that his fingers lowered to the small of her back. He pressed there, bringing
her body closer to him as a result.
“There?” he asked pressing in firm slow circles.
She nodded silently, feeling too good to ruin it with pesky
things like arguing with him and remembering that she didn’t want him to touch
her.
“I imagine carrying a baby is hard on your spine, eh?” He
whispered, his breath caressing the top of her head.
“Mmm,” she said.
“Here,” he turned her around so that she was facing the wall
and moved both hands to her hips, using his thumbs to massage his way upwards
along the small bones of her spine.
She practically purred at the luxurious feeling, swaying a
little bit so that she fell against him. She felt a very hard bulge against the
cheeks of her ass and the memory of his hips snapping with relentless speed
against her filled her pussy with wetness and her heart with want.
And her head with panic.
Bree pulled herself away from his fingers and jerked away
from his body. Her blood raced and if her face was as flushed as Alessandro’s
was, he knew what she had been remembering because he’d been recalling it too.
He lowered his head and shook it from side to side, giving
her a rueful smile. “I find it so ironic that someone I think of as sometimes
so brave to the point of stupidity could be so terrified of her own happiness,”
Bree felt the shot hit home, and she couldn’t look at him.
She ran her finger along the marble topped of the island. “That’s ridiculous.
Who in their right mind is afraid of being happy?”
“Someone who has lost too much,” he moved slowly towards her
in gentle careful strides as if he was afraid of startling her.
Fair enough, she did tend to attack him when he tried to
corner her, but for some reason, Bree just couldn’t tonight. The much too
relaxing bubble bath must be making her sluggish.
“Someone who is so used to being told she caused too much
pain to others to ever be worthy of happiness herself,”
Bree closed her eyes. “Shut up. Please, Alessandro.”
“No, darling,” A hand came up to cup her face. “I don’t dare
shut up because you’re too important to me. What we feel is too important.” He
tilted her head up to look at him. “My God, but you are the most exquisite
thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t you know I would give up everything for you?
Anything you wanted would be yours. Even my life, Brianna. I would willingly
give up my life for yours. I love you that much,” he ran a thumb along her
bottom lip. He lowered his head to hers. “We could be so happy, darling,” he
gingerly kissed her, testing her.
Bree’s heart was too full of his words to stop him.
“I never feel half as alive as I do when I’m with you.”
He deepened the kiss for a moment, just enough to make her
whimper when he withdrew. His hand moved to her breast, cupping it, running his
palm against the too-sensitive nipple.
Bree felt heavy, drugged, open and wet…so wet.
“Let me make you happy, Brianna,” he sighed into her mouth,
caressing the seam of her lips with his tongue.
Bree shook with the force of her need for him. Oh God,
resisting him was so hard. He was so beautiful, so much stronger than she was,
so determined.
And she didn’t feel half as alive when she wasn’t with him
either.
She lowered her hand to the bulge in the tight material of
his boxers, feeling the warm heat of his cock through the fabric.
Alessandro growled into her mouth and pinched her nipple with
his thumb and forefinger.
“Yes…” she sighed arching backwards against the island, cold
and hard compared to the warm solid body in front of her.
The only sound in the dark room was their breathing and the
low hum of the refrigerator.
Alessandro gave a soft grunt of triumph before capturing her
mouth for a thorough, devastating kiss that shook Bree all the way to her toes.
His hands dug into her hips and he lifted her onto the island, pushing the robe
up her thighs. Her breasts were closer to his mouth at this height, and he
watched her eyes as he lowered the material of her robe off her shoulders,
waiting for her to stop him. To say no.
Bree didn’t say no. She’d lived in a miserable fog for too
long. It was as if Alessandro’s hands on her, his body on hers was the only
thing that sent her blood pumping.
She bit back a cry when his mouth took her nipple with
delicious, sinful determination. Her sleeping son briefly tickled the edges of
her lust hazed mind, and Bree pressed her lips tightly to keep quiet. Her pussy
opened greedily, waiting, demanding. Her legs locked around Alessandro’s waist,
drawing him closer. He angled his hips so that his cock could rub against her
center.
“Brianna,” he groaned against the damp skin of her breast as
his hand moved down her swollen belly, caressing it for a moment. They both
stopped when a soft flutter responded to his touch. Alessandro met her gaze.
“How beautiful to feel one’s own child,” He dropped a kiss to her belly. “I
can’t wait to meet you, my baby,”
Oh, God, he was killing her. Her pussy actually gushed a
little at the sweet passion in his voice.
Bree wrapped herself in the warmth of his words and the love
in his eyes.
At the considerable impediment, he had to pull back. His
fingers caressed the soaked petals of her pussy, and he looked up at her
hesitantly. “I’m not…sure…If I…well, is it gonna hurt the baby?”
“No. No it won’t. Please…” Bree sighed greedily for his
finger to push into her.
He slid a finger into her, and Bree arched backwards so that
she was practically laying on the island. He moved slowly, rubbing her clitoris
in slow circles.
“Alessandro,” she sighed, putting all of her love and desire
into that one name.
He gave a short chuckle as he pumped his finger. “It feels
like I’m saying hello to him,”
Bree’s burst of laughter was choked off by the tight hiss of
her approaching orgasm. “Oh…” she moaned then bit her fist to keep from crying
out when his mouth joined his thrusting finger. He pulled his finger out right
before she went over the edge, leaving her panting and desperate. His hands
cupped her bottom, lifting her slightly to his mouth.
“Let me know if I’m hurting you,” he whispered before
thrusting his tongue into her pussy.
She wished she could reach down and grab his head and keep
him there forever, but then she was spinning and falling over the edge and
using all her willpower not to scream.
His tongue fucked her with growing speed and his lips sucked
at her as he pumped her with his mouth, making her nerves scream in delight.
You love him, you love him. Let yourself love him. Nothing
else matters. Tell him you love him. Her heartbeat pounded out the words in
quick relentless beat. Let the two of you fight your obstacles together.
“Alessandro, I…I…,” she shivered as panic warred with her
soul.
He stepped back and gathered her up against him.
Still, Bree couldn’t say the words. So she did the next best
thing, she eased her hand past the waistband of his boxers and ran her mouth
along his jaw as she cupped his thick cock. “Your turn,” she whispered in his
ear before motioning for him to help her off the island.
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