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Reverse Harem & Menage Romance Reverse Harem | Contemporary | Romance | Urban Fantasy | LGBT

I wanted to pop in and remind everyone that my new book La Famiglia: Dante is out now! It's free in KU! And I've got a teaser for you below!

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“Cassie, come home with me,” he breathed, eyes closed and forehead pressed against hers.
“Yes, Dante,” she whispered, and he pulled away to look at her face, into her eyes, to gauge precisely how poised she was to flee. He’d have to precisely manage and time everything to keep her from taking flight like a startled doe. She was so lovely, and so innocent, for a woman her age. Part of him, a dark part, a part that he kept under iron control, jumped at the chance to corrupt that innocence.
Dante waved away the pimple-faced valet and opened the door of the car for Cassie himself. Once they were both enclosed within its sumptuous leather interior, he slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her body against his.
“My penthouse, Manny,” Dante told the driver.
“You got it, boss.”
The car pulled away from the restaurant and into the crowded streets of downtown Dallas. Dante didn’t live far from the restaurant, but it would still take a good fifteen or twenty minutes before they arrived.
“You are so handsome,” Cassie said after a few minutes, her voice somewhat dazed.
“Am I?” He asked, smiling, and leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against hers.
“Ugh, you know you are.” She threaded her fingers through his hair as he peppered tiny kisses over along her jaw.
“Well, you’re beautiful.” He mouthed the shell of her ear, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. Cassie rewarded him with a low moan, so he tugged a little harder. She moaned louder, fingers tightening in her hair.
“Do you like that?” he whispered.
She shuddered at his words. Slowly, Dante moved his hand up over her silk-covered midriff, until his hand clasped her breast. Its weight fit very pleasantly in the cup of his hand and this time, when he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth, he also pinched lightly at her already rigid ni**le.
Cassie groaned. Dante smiled against her skin as she wriggled against him, burrowing deeper into his embrace. He understood that pressing need to be closer, closer, closer. The same compulsion was riding him, too, harder and harder as the seconds of touching and kissing passed.
She moaned her appreciation of everything he did to her; he wholeheartedly approved of each of her caresses, the way she stroked his shoulders and raked fingers through his hair. It seemed like they were going to get along just as well in bed as they did out of it. Dante sealed his lips over hers and pressed his tongue into her mouth, exultant when she greedily accepted it, met with her own for a sensual kiss.
He pushed her back into the seat, his body encroaching into her space without shame. She dragged him closer still, one hand in his hair, the other crumpling the lapel of his suit without care.
A crumpled suit was of no consequence; honestly, it only seemed right, that a passion such as what had risen between them would result in a bit of destruction. It didn’t seem possible that there would be no consequences to the world around them in the wake of such a powerful force. When it was all over, when they lay in his bed, sated and sweaty and replete, he fully expected the curtains to be shredded, perhaps a window or two broken. Would be disappointed, perhaps, if that were not the case.
With that destructive force, or perhaps because of it, came corruption. His family was so thoroughly corrupted that there was no force in heaven or hell that could dig them free of it. And contact with him would only taint Cassie, as well, both in and out of his bed. If he were a different man, he would care. He would scruple that he was taking advantage of her naiveté, of her clear desire for guidance and instruction, her hunger for acceptance and appreciation.
But he wasn’t a different man. He was the eldest of four sons, the heir to a legacy of wealth and power at the expense of the weak. He was the monarch of a kingdom fuelled by drugs and s*x, and he ruled it with a heavy hand. He was a man who got what he wanted and damn the cost to himself or anyone else.
He was Dante di Ruggiero.
And she would be his, body and soul.

Who’s ready to read Dante’s story?? It's on sale during the pre-order right now for $2.99 going up to $3.99 on release day March 20th!

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