I'm sorry I didn’t give you those moments.
But I did give you the happily ever fricking after. The house. Marriage. Baby. Placemats. . . peace will come later. . .
Bronson will make sure of it.
This is Bronson Butcher’s story. . . things are going to get CRAYZAY. . .
“She slapped me, kissed me, and then saved my life. And that was all before I even knew her name.
What can I say?
I like that in a girl.”
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Editorial notes: How could you?
Dear Nicci,
An editor shouldn't have favourites. I love every story I work on. . . But this one? Jeebus.
I have screamed and cried over Cosa Nostra. I have cursed you and called you a genius. This book, this couple, is definitely one of my all time favourites, and you're a monster for making it end. And that ending! Ugh. That tore me up. How could you?
Max crying. Cassidy crying. Me crying...
This book had all the feels and I am both nervous and excited to edit the next one. Because I love Bronson, and I know you're going to make him hurt. You're going to tear him apart to build him back up and that is going to absolutely wreck me. Going to kill me as I suggest ways to twist that knife even further. . .
Perhaps one day, you can write an alternate universe where the boys didn't grow up surrounded by so much darkness. And then another with Max and Cassidy meddling in Kelly's love life as she falls in love. Basically, just keep writing this series, this world, so my favourite couple never ends.
- Mri Grout @writingevolution. www.writingevolution.co.uk
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He is desperate to remember.
She will destroy everything to forget.
Konnor: Up until now, my life has been a mirage of sorts. Of dark, lonely places. Of bourbon and women. I don't care. I think I'm pretty happy really.
But then she happens. . .
Blesk: He wants me. He'll do anything, drop everything, to have me. But when he uncovers who I am and what I've done, he'll rue ever facing me.
I've already buried everything he loves. . .
We both have secrets. Mine are harrowing. His, heart-breaking. Just merely being together threatens to expose everything we have tried to escape.
Will finally facing our past bring us peace or. . . spark chaos?
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Have you read book two?
It is the start of something beautiful. . . .
“ Wow. I did enjoy Blesk and Konnor in book one but I LOVE Max and Cassidy. The world isn’t always black and white or good and bad. Max is part of a dark world and Cassidy is in the light” - Samantha.
Blurb:
She's a good girl with the whole world at her feet.
He's a bad boy with his foot on the world.
My best friend calls it a kind of infatuation. Of obsession. There is always one name playing on my lips - Max Butcher.
The notorious bad boy of The District.
An unapologetic menace.
Hot to the point of physical discomfort.
Dangerous. . .
So he finds me infuriating and wants to keep me out of his business and both away from him and other men. He wants to protect my body - protect my innocence.
But not even Max Butcher can stick to his guns.
And the further into his world I'm led, the more danger gathers. . .
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I am an emerging author of the dark romance genre. This is my third book.
This is what you can expect from me. . .
Sex. Sex.
Awesome sex.
Oh, and the below stuff too. . .
In all my books, the hero is typically the jealous type. The over-protective type. The dreamy type. He has a single minded infatuation with the heroine. He is no angel. He fucks up. But in his own way, he will look after her. Take care of her. His girl. Ever. Damn. Time.
"I'd die for my brothers, little one. But if any part of them ever touches you, I'll be hacking that part off." - Max Butcher, Cosa Nostra. (Coming soon)
My heroine is always strong in her own way. She is witty. She is the type of girl you would want as a friend.
I don’t do instalove unless the main characters have a past together. I don’t do instamine.
My hero will, of course, eventually claim his girl - and aggressively - but his fascination is earned over more than a single encounter. It builds. It eventually bursts.
My page couples will grow together, be overwhelmed by emotion, be confused by it. Each one will fight together against the world more than they will against each other - for the most part.
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Jimmy Storm - 1979
Controllare le strade; control della citta
(Control the streets; control the city.)
My father was a ladder-man in the late 1940s. In the old country - Sicily. He was the boy the Family trusted with their money, for he was the one with the clearest vantage point. The expression ladder-man had come about back in the early gambling days when young men would stand on ladders on the casino gaming floors, watching and waiting for misconduct.
My father was the most trusted and feared man in Sicily - a complete oxymoron, I know. But it all depended on who was doing the trusting and who was doing the fearing.
The Family paid him ninety lira an hour, which was
