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Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Glitter & Greed by Melanie Munton 💕 Book Blitz & $10 Gift Card Prize Pack Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Suspense)



I’m a fighter by nature.
I fight for what’s mine.
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.

Don’t ask me what made this girl different, what made her stand out. I’m not proud of it, but it wasn’t exactly my first ever lap dance. The last thing I expect is for the same woman I’ve been obsessing over for two months to waltz right into my gym.

Catalina “Cat” Vasquez is the most alluring, sensual woman I’ve ever met.
She has secrets, and I want all of them. It’s the only way I can protect her.
Because it seems I’m not the only one who’s been looking for her.

Just my luck that I would fall for a woman who has connections with the Mexican cartel. Who would have thought her stalker would be the same man who’s about to wage an all-out war on my turf?

I’m a fighter by nature.
I fight for what’s mine.
And I’m not about to lose to someone who wants to steal Cat away from me.
If he thinks his guns will save him from my fists, he came to the wrong city.



Luka


After knocking on Cat’s door, I remained on edge until the moment it swung open. Three more seconds and I would have been tempted to kick it down, just to make sure she hadn’t looked through the peephole, seen me, and then climbed out the bathroom window. 

Wait, was that a…ball of yarn in her hands? 

Her eyes widened as her fingers tightened around the tangles of yarn. “Hi.”

Fuck, she was adorable.

It was a completely different look from the sex pot vixen I’d become accustomed to. The loose pajama pants and tank top made her appear even younger than her twenty-three years. 

“Hey.” I pulled my eyes up from her red-painted toenails and held up my toolbox. “I came to fix the showerhead. Sorry I didn’t call first.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she stepped aside. “No, it’s fine. But I told you not to put this on top of your to-do list.”

Did this woman not realize that she was the only thing on my to-do list?

“Seriously, you’re doing me a favor by saving me from more paperwork downstairs.” I jiggled my toolbox. “Be a pal and give me an excuse to avoid it?”

Chuckling, she waved me through. “Come on in.”

The first thing I noticed when I stepped through the door was the piles of multicolored yarn strewn all over the couch and coffee table. That, coupled with the crochet needles I saw poking out of the ball in her hands, raised some interesting questions.

She winced. “Sorry about the mess. I wasn’t expecting company.” 

“You hosting a knitting bee in here?”

She choked out a mirthless laugh and attempted to organize the yarn chaos. “Not quite. It’s sort of how I relax. Bet you don’t see that every day, huh? A stripper who crochets?”

I shot her a disapproving look. “Is that really how you see yourself? Just a stripper who crochets?”

She froze with an armful of yarn, her gaze still downcast. “No…I guess I don’t.” 

“Then don’t give anyone else permission to say it either.”

Eventually nodding, she resumed her cleaning. “Crocheting just forces you to be still and busy at the same time, you know?” She waved me off. “That probably doesn’t make any sense.”

“Actually, it does.” More than she knew.

When your body is demanding you to do one thing, and your mind is coaxing you to do another, insisting it’s good for you, but you just don’t know how to satisfy both while keeping yourself sane at the same time.

When her gaze lifted, I quickly averted mine. I was letting too much show on my face, I could feel it.

“Here.” She bypassed me into the bathroom. “Let me show you the problem with the shower.”

I followed her into the small bathroom. 

And stopped dead in my tracks the second I crossed the threshold.

Christ in Heaven.

My jaw hit the fucking floor.

I couldn’t help but wonder how cruel and merciless God really was if he was willing to orchestrate this. Cat’s lacy bras and delicate panties were hanging up all over the damn place. Flung over the curtain rod, dangling from the towel rack, thrown haphazardly over the sink. Satin and silk in all colors of the goddamn rainbow were being shoved in my face. 

And every one of those pieces of lingerie had touched Cat’s delectable body.

Those bras had hugged her luscious tits all day.

Those panties had cupped her pussy. 

She had come into one of those pairs, because of me

Her exotic hazel eyes widened to the size of basketballs. “Mierda.” She frantically started ripping all the items down. “I’m so sorry.”

I nearly shouted in outrage as she took them all away from me. “I’ve seen underwear before, Cat. Hell, I’ve seen your underwear before.” And what half of your body looks like without any underwear on at all.

She swallowed thickly.

I could have almost found the situation humorous if it wasn’t for my monstrous—and increasingly problematic—boner. 

Saving her from having to respond to that, I lightly nudged her out the door. “It shouldn’t take me too long. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

The bras and panties were just the beginning. Because I never once stopped to consider how the entire goddamn shower would smell like Cat. Her shampoo, her body wash. The loofah she used to scrub every inch of her caramel skin. The images of her running her soapy hands over her perfect body made my chest constrict. Tracing her nipples. Drifting down her stomach. Lingering over her center. The pads of her fingers grazing her swollen pussy lips—

I should have just called a damn plumber.

Shelling out a couple hundred bucks for a job I could easily do myself would have been infinitely better than enduring this fucking torture. 




  


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.

Jasmine Kingston should run from me. I mean, she should literally pick up her dress, toss away her heels, and haul ass in the complete opposite direction. Because for the last few months that she’s been in New York and taking the fashion world by storm, I’ve been watching her. From my ivory tower, from the shadows. Wherever she’s been, I’ve been only feet away, and she hasn’t even realized it.

Until now.

I can’t stay away and watch one more man take his shot with her. She needs to know what she’s doing to me. Especially since things are heating up with my family’s enemies. I just pray those enemies don’t discover my only weakness.
Maybe it was the wrong way to go. Maybe I should never have touched her. Never treated myself to her addictive taste. But I can’t alleviate this obsession I have with her any more than I can put a bullet between my own eyes.

She’s mine to protect now.
I’ll burn my entire fortune to the ground and take ten of those bullets before I let anything happen to her.

I just hope she doesn’t find out what I’ve done.


  



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.


  


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.

Lexi Kozlov is a spoiled brat. Rich. Entitled. And unfortunately, she’s now my wife. The marriage is part of a deal I struck with her father...the boss of the Russian mafia. Insane? Maybe. But the payoff could mean millions for my family. Marriage is just a contract anyway. We barely even have to speak to each other. Piece of cake, right?

Wrong.

Lexi is not what I bargained for. Her millions of Instagram followers see her as an international sex symbol, but I’m learning that she’s so much more. I should be relieved that she’s the bachelorette to my bachelor. I shouldn’t want to convince her to turn our fake marriage into a real one.

But when her life is threatened, you better believe I’m going to protect my wife, contract or no contract. Because this sham marriage is the most real thing I’ve ever had in my life.

And I’m not about to let anyone take that away from me.

  




Traveler. Reader. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd.
Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it’s boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.
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