Title: Booze & Bullets (Brooklyn Brothers #3)
Author: Melanie Munton
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 3, 2020
Cover Designer: L.J. Anderson at Mayhem Cover Creations
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
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?
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.
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Words failed me as Nico pulled me behind him into the dark night, the noises of the bustling city whirring around us. With nothing but a tight grip on my hand, he led us into an underground parking garage. It must have been some kind of reserved parking because there were few cars taking up the spaces and no other people around as far as I could see. He eventually stopped at a sleek silver sports car with suicide doors.
“Which car is this?” I asked, entranced by its unique design.
“The Pagani Huayra,” he answered in a clipped tone.
The what? Was that even English?
Yanking me forward, he pushed me against the passenger door. My breath got stuck in my throat as he pressed himself against me, roughly, brazenly. Gnashing his teeth, he slapped his palms on top of the car and grinded against my center.
I gasped. “Wh-what are you doing?”
His head lowered over my neck. “It’s more like what I’m not doing, legs. And what I’m not doing is keeping my dick away from you like I should be. I’m not ignoring the way you smell or the way you lick those red lips…” He dragged the tip of his tongue across my jaw. “Or the way you taste. I’m paying a fuck ton of attention to all of it when I shouldn’t be.”
I felt a persistent tugging inside me at his confession. He’d been thinking about me? Imagining things? Maybe even…fantasizing?
I released a dry laugh, feeling bold. “Why shouldn’t you? We are married, aren’t we?”
He grunted. “But we won’t be forever. And the higher we bring ourselves now, the harder we’ll crash in the aftermath.”
Did he mean sexually? Emotionally?
“Back to my original question, then.” My head fell back against the car when his tongue snaked along my collarbone. “What are you doing?”
His hands slid off the roof and trailed down my back, lowering until he was grasping me around the waist. “I’m sure not keeping my hands off,” he rasped, gaze locked on where his fingers nearly touched. “Am I, legs? Though neither were you in the bar.”
Was he expecting an apology or something? “I was just—”
“I liked it,” he interrupted. “A whole fucking lot.”
A primal growl was ripped from his throat just before his mouth took ownership of my neck. It was a blatant display of possession if ever I’d seen one. Just like in the club in Rovinj. It was as if his goal was to lay claim to every inch of my body with his mouth. To mark me. Except for my own mouth, apparently. He hadn’t attempted to kiss me. In fact, he seemed determined to avoid the act altogether. Afraid of extending the intimacy, perhaps?
Oh, who cares about the consequences?
My core was throbbing too intensely to concern myself with anything outside of relieving the pain, satisfying the itch. Fulfilling the craving.
My fingers slid through his hair and pulled. “You want more?”
A guttural groan rumbled from deep within his chest. “I don’t want more. I need more.”
Did that mean this was merely his inability to resist his own body’s needs? That he didn’t actually want it? If he had it in his mind to play some sort of hot and cold game with me, that was definitely not going to work. He either wanted this or he didn’t. He was either in or he was out.
“What’s happening here, Nico? I need you to tell me before it goes any further.”
His grip on my waist tightened. “I don’t fucking know, Lexi. All I know is that it hurts. Whatever this is, it hurts. And I need it to stop.”
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, 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.