A breathtakingly beautiful man is standing right next to me-holding me, reassuring me, protecting me. Antonio is my savior. Having him with me makes the ickiness that’s stuck in my stomach tolerable. ~Megan, Awakening the Mobster
Loving Megan and caring for Erin like the sister I never had is dangerous. These feelings cause you to think. But I was raised, Don’t think, just do!
Antonio, Awakening the Mobster
What draws and binds people together-circumstance, experience, blood? Can you change what you’re made of or is it predestined? If you fight it, will it just come back to you ten-fold?
Antonio and Megan are running. Running away. Megan’s father told them to. Antonio and Megan fly to South Bend, Indiana. They are hiding out at Notre Dame until it’s safe to come home. But will it ever be safe with the line of work Antonio and Megan’s father do. There is no escaping the mob. It’s part of your existence!
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Targeted Audience: 21+
Amy Rachiele is a Reader, Writer, Tea-er, Werewolf-lovin’, Sci-fi Junkie, who won’t survive the apocalypse… unless she has a tailor made Iron Man suit.
Amy is a military spouse and brat who spent many years volunteering and on staff for the Army National Guard, and who has a propensity for writing about alpha-male mobsters. Her first self-published book is Mobster’s Girl and it made it to the amazon’s bestseller list for romance and family saga.
She devoted 10 years to teaching at-risk students at the secondary level and watching reruns of Star Trek. She holds a Master’s degree from Rhode Island College in English and Secondary Education. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking, sewing, traveling, and pretending to know how to knit. Amy lives in Massachusetts with her son and husband.
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Sample from Book:
A morning hard-on wakes me up. Megan is curled up against my body, and I have to maintain restraint. The sun is beaming in through the windows in Erin’s room. I glance at the bed. Vito and Erin are sound asleep. Her head is on his shoulder as he snores lightly on his back. Thank God, no more nightmares!
Megan stirs, and I feel light kisses on my neck. No, no, no. Bad! Very Bad!
I don’t have the will-power to push her away. She trails kisses down my chest. The blood in my veins sings. My eyes feel like they are going to roll into the back of my head. I rub my hands up her thighs and cup her leg to bring it over mine, trying to get her body even closer.
A soft hoarse voice calls out, “Meg!”
Startled, both of us shoot our attention to the bed. Erin’s eyes are closed, and she is calling for Megan.
Megan goes and sits on the side of the bed next to Erin. Gently, she rubs the hair from her eyes. Vito is still sleeping and has turned over towards the windows.
“I’m here,” Megan says quietly.
“What’s going on?” Erin’s voice is groggy and thick with sleep. She looks small and vulnerable hunched up in a ball on her side.
“You had a bad dream last night,” Megan coos.
“Meg, you had a gun. I keep seeing you with a gun when I close my eyes.”
“Shhh, it was just a dream. You’ve been through a lot the past few days, and that plays tricks on your mind. Remember, I took the gun from that guy the other night. That’s why. Try to go back to sleep.”