Publication Date: May 2, 2016
Genres: Romantic Suspense, Erotic Romance, Organized Crime
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Synopsis: Calisto Donati
She was just a woman. That’s what Calisto wanted to tell himself; that’s what he wanted to believe. Emma was nothing more than a woman. There were other women for him to want. To obsess over.
It couldn’t be Emma Sorrento.
Not for Calisto.
She was taken.
She was claimed.
She was not his.
In a few days, Calisto would hand her off, and that would be that. He wondered why it wouldn’t be that easy to let her go.
What good had saving her done?
He had simply taken her from one monster to give her to another.
Emma Sorrento
Emma slid on her mask. All someone would need to do was look close enough to see what was really beneath the sheer falseness of her smile.
At the other end of the table, Emma found her lies staring her right in the face.
He smirked.
And winked.
Calisto Donati was her worst mistake, her greatest shame, and the one thing she still wanted more than anything. Emma could still feel him all over her, long after his touch and kiss was gone. In thirty days, her entire world had changed—he had changed her.
Emma had a feeling that if she played another game with Calisto, she would surely lose.
She had already lost once.
Wasn’t it enough?
WARNING: The first two books in the Donati Bloodlines Trilogy end on a cliffhanger, and are not considered safe romance.
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“Maximo,”
Affonso said, “are we just about ready to leave for the church?”
Emma was shocked
that her uncle was going to church at all. He hadn’t returned to
the Catholic church since he divorced his first wife. Maybe it was
another way for Maximo to extend a hand to Affonso in friendship. She
wasn’t sure.
Her uncle nodded.
“Yes, we are. The cars are waiting.”
“We’ll catch up
in a minute,” Affonso replied to Maximo. “I want a second alone
with Emma, if you wouldn’t mind, old friend.”
Maximo passed Emma a
look as if to silently ask if she was okay with the request herself.
Emma didn’t see how her opinion of things mattered at all. It
hadn’t before, so why would it now?
Before long, the
house had cleared of people but for Affonso and another man standing
at the bay window. The color streaming in through the glass bathed
him in bright light, showcasing a tall frame and broad shoulders
hugged by a tailored suit. His dark hair was cropped short, but it
was still long enough for him to run his fingers through as he lifted
a glass of water in his hand to take a drink.
“Now that we’re
alone,” Affonso said, turning to Emma.
She shot the quiet
man with his back turned a look. “Um—”
“My nephew always
stays close by. Ignore him. As I said earlier, I was promised a girl
who knew her place, Emma. I want to make sure you understand
everything that means.”
“I think you
explained it well enough.”
“Then why are you
trembling like a little leaf?” he asked.
Emma stilled on the
spot. She hadn’t realized that she was still shaking. “I’m
nervous.”
Affonso frowned.
“Calisto?”
The man at the
window turned his head slightly, just enough to stare at his uncle
and Emma. Dark brown, almost black, eyes and a strong jaw framed the
man’s face. His sharp cheekbones and unsmiling lips hardened his
features, but it still stunned Emma.
It stunned her
because he was … beautiful.
A hint of something
dangerous and sinful wafted from the young man as the corner of his
mouth tugged upwards into something resembling a smirk or even a
sneer. She couldn’t be sure. Long fingers wrapped tighter around
the glass he was holding, drawing Emma’s attention to the fact he
wore no wedding band and his hands seemed strong.
She could clearly
see the resemblance between the younger man—Calisto, Affonso had
said—and his uncle.
“Sì?”
Calisto asked.
“Cal, ottenere
vino.
Fill a glass. Hurry, before someone comes back and bitches about her
age and drinking.”
Calisto chuckled
deeply. The sound came out dark and heavy, and his tall, fit frame
rocked with movement. Emma thought he sounded almost musical, even if
the man looked entirely bored with the situation and day.
“Whatever you
need, zio.”
Then, Calisto was
gone.
“Wine?” Emma
asked.
“It’ll take the
edge off for you,” Affonso said, smiling widely. “As long as
you’re a good girl, Emma, I will always take care of you.”
A good girl.
Emma felt sick
again.
“And of course,
Cal will always be around to keep an eye on you when I can’t,”
Affonso added. “He’s closer to your age, at twenty-seven. Too
bad, really. Had he wanted what I wanted for him, then I wouldn’t
need you at all, Emma.”
What was that
supposed to mean?
“I prefer Emmy,”
she said.
It was the only
thing that came to her mind. She felt stupid for even saying it, but
it was better than spitting out how disgusted the man made her.
“Emmy,” Affonso
echoed. “Sounds a bit girlish and young, doesn’t it?”
Suddenly, a presence
was behind Emma. She knew Calisto was back before he’d even said a
thing.
“Here,” Calisto
said, handing Emma a glass of wine.
Her fingers brushed
his and warmth spread up her arm. She pulled her limb and the wine
glass back as fast as she could, but not before dropping her gaze.
“Thank you,” she
said.
“I prefer Emmy,”
Calisto said quietly.
Emma’s head jerked
up, finding Calisto watching her curiously.
“Pardon?”
Affonso asked.
“Her name. Emmy. I
like it.”
Emma tipped her wine
glass up and gulped down a mouthful just to keep from smiling. Who
was this man? A few minutes ago, he seemed like he didn’t care who
she was or if she was even breathing.
“It’s got a nice
ring, zio,”
Calisto added. “Rolls off the tongue, if you know what I mean.”
Affonso scowled.
“You would think so, Cal. Hurry up with the wine, Emma. We have
things to do and people to see. A good Don doesn’t keep people
waiting. You’ve spent enough time around Maximo to know this.”
Emma drank her wine
a little bit slower.
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