About Blood Always:
It was supposed to be business.
Two families, one wedding, zero emotion.
My father’s mafia outfit had saved my life.
I owed them everything.
An arranged marriage was hardly a sacrifice when I would have already been long dead had it not been for them.
I would give up my independence for the Lucciano Family.
I would bind myself to the man whose family tore my life to pieces.
Matteo De Luca was vicious claws sheathed in refinement and class.
He saw my untamed independence as a challenge.
I saw his alluring authority as a threat.
There was a ruthless storm that raged in his oceanic gaze. A majestic tidal wave of temper and domination looking to break on my rocky shores.
He would annihilate me.
Rip open my layers until all my pretty secrets were scattered at his feet.
The worst part? I wanted to experience whatever it was Matteo had to offer, and I hated myself for it.
I wanted to launch myself at him.
To kiss him. To kill him.
To end the debilitating torture of the unknown.
The moment our paths collided, our lives were altered irrevocably.
Taking us from enemies allied by a strategic marriage to something dark and consuming.
Something that tasted like obsession.
I glared. He fumed. Neither of us budged.
“Fuck!” he yelled, running a hand through his wavy hair. “You drive me bug-fuck crazy.”
I coaxed my muscles to relax after my fight instinct had kicked in. “So, the unflappable Prince of Tranquility can be riled. Good to know.”
“It appears to be one of your talents,” he grumbled.
“If you don’t like it, walk away.” My voice took on a harsh edge.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about it.”
When he glanced my direction, he must have seen that I’d gone rigid. I was a shattered piece of pottery, put back together by my own hands. Proud of my imperfections, but flawed nonetheless. Despite how much I didn’t want to lose my identity, his rejection burned deeply. Deeper than I would ever admit.
Like a sharp knife across the jugular, he sliced through the space between us, grasping my face in his hands and assaulting my lips with his. His tongue licked and savored, saying what his words hadn’t—he may not have been happy about it, but he wanted me.
I could relate to the sentiment.
I felt the same way.
My prior warning about not touching me without consent was a distant memory. His name and my family were dandelion seeds scattered to the wind. In the alternate reality of our kiss, everything else ceased to exist.
Reveling in the absolute freedom, I surrendered to his kiss and melted into his touch. His hands slid down to my backside, lifting me against him and coaxing me into his arms. I wrapped my hands behind his neck as he walked us to the kitchen and set me down on the counter, pushing aside my guns.
“Do you have any fucking idea how sexy it was when you opened the door with a Glock in your hand? And this tiny tank top without a bra—I though I was going to come in my pants.” He spoke with his lips against my neck, raking his teeth across the sensitive skin while his fingers ran up and down beneath the thin strap of my camisole.
About the Author:
Within a year of self-publishing her first book, Jill Ramsower quit her job as an attorney and dedicated her days to churning out romantic adventures. She likes to think of her books as contemporary romance with a touch of fantasy—at its core, her writing is about the connection between two people. Sometimes that connection involves a little magic…
With Jill’s books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with her books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Jill loves to add plenty of adversity in her stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.
Jill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she’s a travel junkie and loves to read when she is not lost in her own stories.
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