Nico, the first book in the Ruin
& Revenge series by New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille
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Blurb
A dangerous proposal
Las Vegas Mafia boss, Nico Toscani, is used to getting what he wants, whether it is having the City of Sin under his rule or a beautiful woman in his bed. But when he meets his match in the gorgeous, headstrong Mia Cordano, the daughter of a rival crime lord, all bets are off. . .
Sexy computer hacker, Mia, struggles to break free of her ruthless father’s Mafia ties…but she can’t resist the powerful and seductive Nico, who will stop at nothing to possess her. With their families locked in a brutal war for control of the city, Mia and Nico enter into a forbidden game. Will they surrender to the passion that burns between them—and risk tearing apart their families? Or will Nico be forced to betray the only woman who sets his blood on fire?
Las Vegas Mafia boss, Nico Toscani, is used to getting what he wants, whether it is having the City of Sin under his rule or a beautiful woman in his bed. But when he meets his match in the gorgeous, headstrong Mia Cordano, the daughter of a rival crime lord, all bets are off. . .
Sexy computer hacker, Mia, struggles to break free of her ruthless father’s Mafia ties…but she can’t resist the powerful and seductive Nico, who will stop at nothing to possess her. With their families locked in a brutal war for control of the city, Mia and Nico enter into a forbidden game. Will they surrender to the passion that burns between them—and risk tearing apart their families? Or will Nico be forced to betray the only woman who sets his blood on fire?
Excerpt
“Welcome
back, my friend.”
Wham. Nico had King by the
throat and halfway over the bar before Mia had a chance to introduce him.
“Let
him go.” Mia tugged on Nico’s wrist, dislodging his hand from the bartender’s
throat.
“Sorry.”
She reached across the bar to straighten King’s collar. “He doesn’t get out
much.”
“Hey,
no problem.” King held up his hands, palms forward in the universal sign of
surrender. “Just being friendly, man. We got a hands off policy until five a.m.
That’s when the clubs shut down and the strippers come in looking for some
fun.”
“You.”
Mia turned and poked Nico in the chest. “Take it down about one thousand
notches. I know these people, and they know me. Nothing’s going to happen to me
here.”
Nico
grunted but didn’t look convinced. Mia ordered a couple of two-dollar drinks
and found a small table near the back that wasn’t covered in empties.
“Don’t
use the washroom unless you’re desperate,” Mia said, amused by how uptight her
Mafia boss was in the pit of sin. Or maybe it was because he had left his
bodyguards outside and he was alone for the first time in forever.
“I’ve
got my piece.” He patted his jacket, and Mia laughed.
“Oh.
It’s a gun. I wondered what that was when you were pressed up against me at the
bar. I thought you wanted me.”
His
eyes darkened and he reached over, dragged her chair toward him. “I wanted you
back at the hotel. Now it’s a fucking need.”
Mia
leaned over, kissed his neck. “Do you know what I need?”
He
threaded his hand through her hair, pulled her closer. “What do you need, bella?”
“I
need to dance.” She pushed away and wound her way through the tables to the
tiny dance floor in front of the stage. How the hell could she make this work
if she wanted to jump him every time they were together? She didn’t want to get
emotionally involved in a fake marriage that tied her to the mob, especially
when it was never meant to last. And yet, she was already emotionally involved.
She could never have said ‘I do’ to a man she didn’t trust, a man she liked and
cared deeply about. There was so much more to Nico than the cold, ruthless mob
boss he let the world see. He was passionate, protective, deeply committed to his
family, and so damn sexy she couldn’t keep her hands away.
Someone
put the Clash on the jukebox and she danced with two biker chicks as punk rock
videos played on the projection screen behind the stage. She glanced over at
the table, but Nico was already behind her.
“You
trying to fucking kill me?” He wrapped one arm around her waist, and pulled her
against him, as if they were alone and not in the middle of a dance floor in a
grungy dive bar.
“I
was trying to dance.” Her nipples tightened as he ground his hips into her ass.
“I see you want the X-rated version.”
He
kissed his way down her neck, and nipped the sensitive skin on her shoulder,
sending a shiver down her spine. “I could fuck you right here and no one would
bat an eye.”
Mia
turned to face him, wound her arms around his neck. “I knew you’d like it.”
“I
like watching you.” He pulled her close and danced like his hips were unhinged,
grinding against her until her clit throbbed and she was so wet for him, the
thought of fucking him in the filthy bathroom held considerable appeal.
“Nico.”
She moaned softly, and he thrust his thick thigh between her legs, rocking her
against the rough fabric of his jeans.
“Can
you come like this?” His voice was a low, sensual rasp in her ear, his hands
firm on her hips, his body hot and hard in her arms.
“I
don’t know, but I want to.”
He
twisted her hair in his hand, yanked her head back, and kissed her fiercely.
“How bad is the restroom?”
“Bad.”
She
slid her hand down, smoothed it over his T-shirt, tracing over his rock hard
pecs, the ripples of his abs. Nico’s grip tightened and his voice dropped to a
husky growl. “How much do you want me?”
“Worse.”
She rubbed the palm of her hand along his rock hard erection. People danced
around them, laughed, and joked. Their R-rated behavior was nothing in a bar
where she’d witnessed X-rated shenanigans.
“Come.”
He grabbed her hand, pulled her across the dance floor and through the maze of
tables to the tiny, dark hall leading to the restrooms.
“Where
are we going?”
His
lips curved in a sensual smile. “To give you what you want.”
About the Author:
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled
abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans
and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance
and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who
tame them. Her books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance
series, and the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.
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