This is a full-length 129k-word stand-alone dark Mafia romance. I won’t stop until all those who wronged me are punished.īy the time they realize I’m coming, it will be too late. He is my enemy, even if he doesn’t know it yet. Massimo fights me every step of the way, but I’m not about to let the explosive chemistry between us deter me from my chosen path. A pretty face and the promise of a good time easily distracts them.Įxcept for him-the brother of my abductor. My burning need for revenge has only grown over the years, keeping me focused on my goals and enabling my rise to power. The knowledge my father orchestrated the entire situation hardened my heart, and instead of grieving his death, I celebrated it. My kidnapper stole my childhood and tried to break me. Losing my innocence at 13 in the most brutal way changed me. When my friends eventually stopped laughing (at least fifteen minutes later) they helped me retrieve my errant shoes from the center of the restaurant.Falling for the enemy was never part of my plan…. When I was 19, I tripped and fell down the steps of the infamous ‘Bewleys Café’ in Grafton Street in Dublin, and my shoes went flying off in different directions.And they say you will never meet the man of your dreams in a club :). I met my husband Trevor in ‘Paparazzi’ night club in Dun Laoghaire, Co.Seriously: ask any of my family, it’s to die for. Anyone that knows me now will say I made a wise decision to give it up when I did! I could’ve had an alternative career as a ballerina-honestly! My ballet teacher begged my mom to make me stick with my dance classes because apparently I had the perfect ballerina’s body and poise.Some of the key highlights were: Learning that ‘fanny’ didn’t mean the same thing in America as it did back home and that a ‘band-aid’ was actually a plaster, drunk-cycling home in the early hours of the morning after yet another, mad Irish party sneaking onto the beach at the Kennedy Compound, which was a mere five-minute walk from our place (we stayed in someone’s guest summer house) and running screaming from a maniac skunk that was spraying the back garden, and us. I spent a summer in Cape Cod when I was 20 and it was one of the best experiences of my life.
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