ABOUT THE BOOK

An Irish mobster with a brutal grudge. An Italian mafia princess with a dark secret.

Two enemy empires joined in sacred marriage vows. Let the hating games begin.

MY REVIEW

Irishmen are my fantasy and Spider fills the bill. This yummy man is sex-on-a-stick and what a big stick it is. His possessive and intense nature is so captivating and Reyna is one lucky woman to have it directed at her. Not that Reyna doesn’t give off her own dangerous and sensual vibes the minute they set eyes on each other. It’s a match made in Mob and Mafia heaven that kept this reader up all night getting to the oh-so-dirty and satisfying finale.

Reyna has had such a violent and horrifying introduction to marriage it’s no wonder she never wants that again. But she cannot contain the love-hate relationship she has with the forbidden man who is betrothed to her beloved niece. She would do anything for her niece…even marry her archenemy to save her.

Spider’s arranged marriage to the young mafia princess is the least he could do for the Irish Mob. He’s marrying a stranger with a slimy father and an aunt they call the Black Widow. The father he can handle, but the aunt is another story. He needs to stay far away from her tempting body and quick wit.

God, I love Reyna and Spider. Their snarky banter and sexual chemistry are off the charts from the very beginning. I was having a cow about how the whole marriage to Reyna’s niece, Lili, was going to pan out until fate jumps in and the wedding of the century had me laughing out loud at Spider’s impatience and Reyna’s complete shock at what she was doing.  Their honeymoon is HOT as they get to know each other’s bodies and minds. Spider’s protectiveness of Reyna is so romantic and he really comes through as a great guy with Lili’s delicate situation. Spider falls quickly, but with his charm and patience, he wins the reticent Queen Reyna over which is a sight to see. Reyna is a complete badass and she is rewarded for her strength and intelligence by the Mafia in the most surprising way ever. And what an excellent equal she has with an intense Irishman by her side. 

This book is an enjoyable journey with two enemies with benefits. I guarantee you will laugh, cry, and cheer for the best damn duo I’ve enjoyed in a very long time. Where has this author been all my life? I’m going to read the hell out of this series and beyond.

Thank you to Ms. Geissinger for giving me the opportunity to read this book with no expectation of a positive review.

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EXCERPT

Spider

I get only a glimpse of the woman in the window before the curtains fall back into place and she disappears, but the image of her is seared onto my retinas.

Dark hair, red lips, olive skin.

A black, low-cut dress.

Acres of cleavage.

And eyes that glittered silver in the afternoon sun like the flash of coins at the bottom of a wishing well.

She can’t be Liliana, the lass I’m here to meet. I’ve seen pictures of her. She has a sweet, innocent face. A shy, lovely smile.

The woman in the window looks like she’d only smile if she were slitting your throat.

Mindful of the armed guards, I say in Gaelic to Kieran, “I thought the lass’s mother died?”

Standing beside me, he follows my gaze and looks up at the blank window.

Aye. Why?”

Who else lives here?”

He shrugs. “Dunno. From the size of the bloody place, probably a thousand people.”

She’s not a servant, that much I know. There wasn’t a hint of servitude in those flashing eyes.

She looked more like a warlord about to lead an army of soldiers into battle.

This way,” says the guard nearest to me. He nods toward an arched opening in the brick wall that leads from the circular driveway into an interior courtyard.

Dismissing the thought of the mystery woman, I button my suit jacket and follow behind the guard as he leads Kieran and me away from the car. The other guard walks behind us. We’re led through the lushly landscaped courtyard to a set of enormous carved oak doors, flanked on either side by towering marble columns.

The main house looms over us, three sprawling stories of beige limestone with elaborate balustrades and scrolled iron balconies, topped by a line of Roman centurion statues gazing down at us from a ledge on the red-tiled roof.

Inside the main foyer, the décor becomes even more ostentatious.

Naked cherubs frolic with hairy satyrs and woodland nymphs in colorful frescoes on the walls. Instead of one drop-crystal chandelier overhead, there are three. The floor is black marble, the carved mahogany furniture is edged in gilt, and my eyes are starting to water from the kaleidoscope glare of stained-glass windows.

Under his breath, Kieran says, “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Looks like Liberace hurled his lunch all over the bloody place.”

He’s right. It’s fucking awful.

I have to force myself not to turn around and walk out.

Ah, Mr. Quinn!”

I turn to my right. A man approaches with his hands spread open in greeting.

He’s fit, of average height, and somewhere around forty. His dark hair is slicked back with pomade. Wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit I can tell is custom made, a powder blue tie with a diamond tie pin, a chunky diamond watch, and a gold pinky ring on each hand, he oozes wealth, privilege, and power.

His cologne reaches me before he does.

His smile is blinding.

I hate him on sight.

Mr. Caruso, I presume.”

He grabs one of my hands in both of his and pumps it up and down like he’s a political candidate campaigning for my vote.

It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Welcome to my home.”

Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

He hasn’t stopped grinning or shaking my hand.

Ten more seconds of this shite, and I’ll break those Chiclet teeth of his.

This is my associate, Mr. Byrne.” I extract my hand from Caruso’s death grip and gesture to Kieran, who inclines his head respectfully.

Sir.”

Mr. Byrne, welcome. And please, both of you, call me Gianni. I prefer if we’re all on a first name basis, don’t you?”

I’d rather blind myself with acid, you wanker.

Kieran politely offers his name. I offer nothing. There’s an awkward pause while Caruso waits, but he gets the hint and suggests we retire to his study to speak in private.

After what feels like a death march through miles of echoing corridors, we arrive at the study. It’s probably larger than the law library at Notre Dame. We sit across from Caruso in a pair of leather chairs so uncomfortable, they had to be designed by sadists.

I haven’t been here ten minutes, and I’m already regretting the fuck out of this.

Until she walks in the door.

Dark hair, red lips, olive skin.

A black, low-cut dress.

Acres of cleavage.

Not only cleavage, but long legs and an hourglass figure that would make any man stupid with lust.

If he wasn’t too busy being turned to stone by the ice in her eyes, that is. I’ve never seen an attractive serial killer, but I bet this is exactly what she’d look like.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

J.T. Geissinger is a #1 internationally bestselling author of twenty-seven novels. Ranging from funny, feisty rom coms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold over five million copies and been translated into more than a dozen languages.

She is a three-time nominee in both contemporary and paranormal romance for the RITA® Award, the highest distinction in romance fiction from the Romance Writers of America®. She is also a recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book and the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy.

She’s a Southern California native currently living in Nevada with her husband and rescue kitty, Zoe.

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