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Title: Scars & Sins
Series: Brooklyn Brothers #2
Author: Melanie Munton
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 31, 2020
We are the Rossetti's. The exiled "sixth" family of the New York mafia. We're the good guys. People don't fear us...much. They respect us. The five of us? We're the Brooklyn Brothers.
And we protect what's ours.
You know when you have a little sister and she has that one friend that always follows you around like a puppy? For me, that was Roxanna "Roxy" D'Angelo. That was years ago, back when our fathers didn't hate each other.
Then they became enemies and she went off to boarding school in Connecticut. Now, she's back...and looking nothing like the shy girl I remember.
Cavorting with anyone from the five families is strictly forbidden to someone like me. So, I can't figure out why I keep finding myself in situations with Roxy that could bring the force of the entire mafia syndicate down on our heads. Even if those situations are the wildest, most intoxicating experiences of my life.
But with the Sicilians in town and out for blood, times have never been more dangerous. If they find out about our relationship, they won't hesitate to remove both of us from the equation so they can restore order.
We're not Romeo and Juliet. They both died. And I refuse to let anything happen to Roxy. I have to protect her. From my family. From hers.
I hope she won't hate me for what I have to do. Because it might just kill her before any bullet can.
Roxy
After exiting the confessional booth, I once again avoided going out to the cemetery where Mamà and Filip were buried. I knew I would fall into an emotional sinkhole if I saw their graves and re-visited that particular heartbreak.
Unable to face the ghosts of my past, I kept walking. Today was my day off and Ace said he had a long day of work at The Met.
So, I figured I would go back to his place, get some reading done, maybe binge-watch a little bit of— Someone yanked on my arm and jerked me to the side just before I reached the church’s front doors.
“What the—” “Shh, baby.” I sighed. “You’ve got to stop doing that.” I swear, it was like he knew whenever I needed him and would magically appear at the right moment. Although by the look on his face, I’d say he was the one who needed me this time.
“What’s wrong?” His lips met mine in a deep, hard kiss. “Nothing,” he breathed. “I just want you.” My eyes darted in every direction. “Here? Right now? Ace, this is a church.”
His hands slid down below my waist and cupped my ass. “Is anyone here?” he mumbled, his face buried in my neck. “Just the priest, I think, but we still can’t—” “Yes, we can.”
Refusing to leave room for argument, he led me across the tiled floors of the lobby and opened the door in the far corner—a coat closet. He pulled me inside, deaf to my protests, and shut the door behind us.
It was pitch black. “Where the hell is the light in here?” he grumbled. I heard his hand fumbling against the wall, looking for a switch that wasn’t there. He sounded so frustrated, it was hard to contain my giggles.
Then he pulled on the cord hanging from the ceiling that was presumably hooked to the only lightbulb. Nothing happened. The bulb was out.
That’s when I really lost the battle with my laughter. “I’m glad you think this is so funny,” he growled. “Let’s see if you’re still laughing when I do this.”
He shoved both my shirt and bra up with lightning fast speed. When his mouth latched onto my nipple and sucked, I lost another battle—this time with my resistance.
After exiting the confessional booth, I once again avoided going out to the cemetery where Mamà and Filip were buried. I knew I would fall into an emotional sinkhole if I saw their graves and re-visited that particular heartbreak.
Unable to face the ghosts of my past, I kept walking. Today was my day off and Ace said he had a long day of work at The Met.
So, I figured I would go back to his place, get some reading done, maybe binge-watch a little bit of— Someone yanked on my arm and jerked me to the side just before I reached the church’s front doors.
“What the—” “Shh, baby.” I sighed. “You’ve got to stop doing that.” I swear, it was like he knew whenever I needed him and would magically appear at the right moment. Although by the look on his face, I’d say he was the one who needed me this time.
“What’s wrong?” His lips met mine in a deep, hard kiss. “Nothing,” he breathed. “I just want you.” My eyes darted in every direction. “Here? Right now? Ace, this is a church.”
His hands slid down below my waist and cupped my ass. “Is anyone here?” he mumbled, his face buried in my neck. “Just the priest, I think, but we still can’t—” “Yes, we can.”
Refusing to leave room for argument, he led me across the tiled floors of the lobby and opened the door in the far corner—a coat closet. He pulled me inside, deaf to my protests, and shut the door behind us.
It was pitch black. “Where the hell is the light in here?” he grumbled. I heard his hand fumbling against the wall, looking for a switch that wasn’t there. He sounded so frustrated, it was hard to contain my giggles.
Then he pulled on the cord hanging from the ceiling that was presumably hooked to the only lightbulb. Nothing happened. The bulb was out.
That’s when I really lost the battle with my laughter. “I’m glad you think this is so funny,” he growled. “Let’s see if you’re still laughing when I do this.”
He shoved both my shirt and bra up with lightning fast speed. When his mouth latched onto my nipple and sucked, I lost another battle—this time with my resistance.
©Melanie Munton 2020
You can read an excerpt HERE
Melanie grew up in a small town in rural Missouri. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing romance, and they never looked back.
They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.
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