Release Blitz & Review – Royal, Rebel Shaw
May 10, 2022 | Posted in Release Day Blitz, Review | By Two Book Pushers
Finn is a night club owner. A bachelor. A man without strings. A man who does what and who he wants. He has exactly what he wants in life. The club. His business partner/best friend. His grandma. His brother, sister-in-law and niece. His wishes his parents were here especially when he receives a call in the middle of the night. A call that changes his bachelor life forever. He is confident in business but taking care of a three-year-old girl? Fuck no. He doesn’t know how to do this. He is lost. Thank God his assistant has just the nanny for Hadley.
London was in-between jobs so this is perfect. SHe hasn’t met her aunt’s boss yet but she has seen his pictures and Finnegan Royal is hot. Too bad at the start he is a cold asshole but she isn’t there for him. She is there for her. The precious little girl who tugged at her heartstrings the moment she saw her. Hadley needs her and she needs Hadley. The connection is there from the start. And maybe, Finnegan needs her too. He needs her to call him out of his shit, to melt his cold heart for Hadley. Hadley needs to feel the love she knows Finn feels for the little princess.
I don’t want to spoil anything so I won’t get more into the story but I will say that I loved their banter, passion, and heat. I also love as always that this duo doesn’t just have a child in the background, she is a big part of the story. I fell for Hadley. Hard. She is just so damn cute, smart, and loving. Together, these three are everything but can they be a real family? Can Finn let go and see what is right in front of him?
Quotes:
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined this moment. I tried not to, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape you.”
“I have a friend here, Finn. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”
Hadley gasps from her car seat. “He said a bad word!”
“Shit, is that Hadley? Can you hear me?”
“He said anudder one!”
“Jesus, Finn, take me off speaker,” Weston growls.
“I can’t escape you. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get you out of my head.”
“Then don’t.”
Blog Tour & Review – Brutal Vows, J.T. Geissinger
May 3, 2022 | Posted in Blog Tour, Review | By Two Book Pushers
An Irish mobster with a brutal grudge. An Italian mafia princess with a dark secret.
Brutal Vows, an all-new steamy and powerful dark enemies-to-lovers mafia standalone romance from international bestselling author J.T. Gessinger is available now!
An Irish mobster with a brutal grudge. An Italian mafia princess with a dark secret.
Two enemy empires joined in sacred marriage vows.
Let the hating games begin.
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Excerpt
2 Spider I get only a glimpse of the woman in the window before the curtains fall back into place and she disappears, but the image of her is seared onto my retinas. Dark hair, red lips, olive skin. A black, low-cut dress. Acres of cleavage. And eyes that glittered silver in the afternoon sun like the flash of coins at the bottom of a wishing well. She can’t be Liliana, the lass I’m here to meet. I’ve seen pictures of her. She has a sweet, innocent face. A shy, lovely smile. The woman in the window looks like she’d only smile if she were slitting your throat. Mindful of the armed guards, I say in Gaelic to Kieran, “I thought the lass’s mother died?” Standing beside me, he follows my gaze and looks up at the blank window. “Aye. Why?” “Who else lives here?” He shrugs. “Dunno. From the size of the bloody place, probably a thousand people.” She’s not a servant, that much I know. There wasn’t a hint of servitude in those flashing eyes. She looked more like a warlord about to lead an army of soldiers into battle. “This way,” says the guard nearest to me. He nods toward an arched opening in the brick wall that leads from the circular driveway into an interior courtyard. Dismissing the thought of the mystery woman, I button my suit jacket and follow behind the guard as he leads Kieran and me away from the car. The other guard walks behind us. We’re led through the lushly landscaped courtyard to a set of enormous carved oak doors, flanked on either side by towering marble columns. The main house looms over us, three sprawling stories of beige limestone with elaborate balustrades and scrolled iron balconies, topped by a line of Roman centurion statues gazing down at us from a ledge on the red-tiled roof. Inside the main foyer, the décor becomes even more ostentatious. Naked cherubs frolic with hairy satyrs and woodland nymphs in colorful frescoes on the walls. Instead of one drop-crystal chandelier overhead, there are three. The floor is black marble, the carved mahogany furniture is edged in gilt, and my eyes are starting to water from the kaleidoscope glare of stained-glass windows. Under his breath, Kieran says, “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Looks like Liberace hurled his lunch all over the bloody place.” He’s right. It’s fucking awful. I have to force myself not to turn around and walk out. “Ah, Mr. Quinn!” I turn to my right. A man approaches with his hands spread open in greeting. He’s fit, of average height, and somewhere around forty. His dark hair is slicked back with pomade. Wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit I can tell is custom made, a powder blue tie with a diamond tie pin, a chunky diamond watch, and a gold pinky ring on each hand, he oozes wealth, privilege, and power. His cologne reaches me before he does. His smile is blinding. I hate him on sight. “Mr. Caruso, I presume.” He grabs one of my hands in both of his and pumps it up and down like he’s a political candidate campaigning for my vote. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Welcome to my home.” “Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” He hasn’t stopped grinning or shaking my hand. Ten more seconds of this shite, and I’ll break those Chiclet teeth of his. “This is my associate, Mr. Byrne.” I extract my hand from Caruso’s death grip and gesture to Kieran, who inclines his head respectfully. “Sir.” “Mr. Byrne, welcome. And please, both of you, call me Gianni. I prefer if we’re all on a first name basis, don’t you?” I’d rather blind myself with acid, you wanker. Kieran politely offers his name. I offer nothing. There’s an awkward pause while Caruso waits, but he gets the hint and suggests we retire to his study to speak in private. After what feels like a death march through miles of echoing corridors, we arrive at the study. It’s probably larger than the law library at Notre Dame. We sit across from Caruso in a pair of leather chairs so uncomfortable, they had to be designed by sadists. I haven’t been here ten minutes, and I’m already regretting the fuck out of this. Until she walks in the door. Dark hair, red lips, olive skin. A black, low-cut dress. Acres of cleavage. Not only cleavage, but long legs and an hourglass figure that would make any man stupid with lust. If he wasn’t too busy being turned to stone by the ice in her eyes, that is. I’ve never seen an attractive serial killer, but I bet this is exactly what she’d look like.
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