As always, I’m LaQuette, and I’m so happy to drop in on you for a little bit. My reason for stopping by was to ask you a question. How many of you find mobsters in books and movies some of the sexiest heroes you could want to fantasize about?
Well, I was in the mood to read about a sexy mobster. The kind of man everyone fears, because his reputation for danger and mayhem is not an exaggeration. I wanted to read about a bad boy who would do good for the woman he loved. Well, by now you should know me well enough to understand that when I want to read something, my next move is to write it. And so I did.
It’s my absolute pleasure to introduce to you, Don Dante DeLuca, from my upcoming release on Loose Id, Lies You Tell.
Take a moment to soak in the sexiness, then enjoy the tasty excerpt.
As always, this is LaQuette, your friendly erotic romance author, embracing my crazy…one character at a time.
Genres: Erotic, Contemporary Romance
Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone
September 13, 2016
A mob boss finding his dead lover alive six years after her death, shocking. Learning they’ve got a five-year-old son…deadly.
Six years ago Sanai Ward fled her life in Florida when her lover’s infidelity nearly brings her life to a fiery end. Scared and devastated, Sanai starts over from nothing, determined to create a safe and happy life for the child she discovers she’s carrying.
Single parenthood isn’t easy. But the joy of watching her beloved Nazario thrive is more than enough motivation to ignore the ache in her heart for the man that shattered her soul.
Dante De Luca is a passionate man who’s had his life stolen from him. Six years ago he was in love and happy, until his woman was killed in a fire. Sanai was gone. There was nothing left in the ashes but the locket he’d placed around her neck. Too angry to deal with his loss, Dante seeks to make the rest of the world pay for his broken heart by forming an unholy covenant with an unspeakable ally. He knows he’ll live to regret it, but signing away your humanity to the devil seems meaningless when your soul is already gone.
When an accident involving a family member draws Dante to New York, and forces an unexpected meeting between he and Sanai, Dante has to decide what’s more important. His rage and revenge, or the safety of the woman he once loved and the health of their son?
Just when Sanai’s deception is beginning to sting less, Dante is faced with the fallout of his own lies. Will she forgive him? Will they survive them, or will their lives become tragic casualties of the dangerous lies he told?
“I’m not hiding from you, Dante. I just needed a moment to try to process this all. Yesterday…”
“Yesterday our son didn’t have a father.” His breath so heavy as he spoke those words.
He was standing next to her now, leaning against the brick wall, looking up to her with such sadness surrounding him.
She stretched her hand to touch his hair and caught herself before her fingers made contact. She didn’t have the right any longer. He wasn’t hers. They were here through a terrible set of circumstances, neither of them by choice.
“Our son has always had a father, Dante,” she whispered. “Even if neither of you knew it.”
She slid from the wall and intended to go back inside the house, but Dante’s hand on her arm stopped her.
She looked up to him and found his piercing gaze fixed down on her chest. A nervous hand lifted to the locket resting between her breasts.
“You’re wearing my locket again?”
She plucked the locket up and let the large oval rest on careful fingers.
“You left in on the bed when you went to get ready to come here. I didn’t mean to pick it up. I should have asked you… It just called out to me…”
“It’s always belonged around your neck, Sanai,” he responded. “Where I’ve always wanted it to be.” The deepness of his voice, the closeness of his touch, made her senses buzz with need. How thirsty was she to be lusting after a man when her sick child was inside sleeping a few feet away?
She tried to step back, but his fingers, although loosely placed around her arm, kept her right where he wanted her, a hairsbreadth away.
“This isn’t necessary, Dante.” She swallowed deeply, attempting to pull her heavy tongue from the roof of her mouth. “You don’t have to say things like that to be close to your son.
As long as you can prove to me you’re not a threat to him, I won’t stand in the way of you getting to know Naz.”
He moved quickly, his lips crushing hers in blistering heat. The kiss was quick, but powerful, robbing her of her breath and senses, forcing her to struggle to focus when it ended.
“Understand me, Sanai. I’m here to take back everything and everyone that was stolen from me six years ago when you died. I want my son, but I want you too, and I intend to have you both.”
She shook her head and tried to step back, but he stopped her by kissing her again. Strong lips moving over hers took whatever thought she had of ending this connection. She moaned, and he leaned in, pressing himself against her.
The hard planes of flesh beneath her shaking fingers scorched her fingertips. She slid her arms around his neck, giving him permission to deepen the kiss. He used her consent to pull her closer to him. Rough hands raked from her neck, down her back, until they were kneading the curve of her ass.
The memory of what those hands felt like against her naked skin made the walls of her pussy seep with anticipation of a repeat performance. She wove equally rough fingers through his dark curls and pulled tightly to anchor herself against his mouth. If it hurt him she didn’t know because he continued drinking from her, apparently intent to sip every bit of life she had from her.
She gladly gave him every drop of her essence. It felt right. It belonged to him.
He tore his mouth from hers, dragging in harsh breaths as he stared down at her. “Everything, Sanai. I want everything.”