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Cindy Julian is a new romance author, writing is one of her greatest passions over sipping on a glass of wine on the beach and indulging in chocolate treats. Julian has a gift for creating what we don't stumble upon too often, sassy, career driven, strong-willed unconventional heroines wielding a powerful sensual lure to send her domineering male counterpart into submission. Her books reveal the every side to it's main characters while they can't help exploring each other deeper.
'Romance, no matter what the sort, should always give you THAT feeling.'- C.J.
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The daunting men whom could’ve passed for brothers judging by the tall height and buff muscle build the two shared, tailed us at a steady alert pace. They maintained a fair distance sufficient not to be in ear’s length of their boss, or me. My guess was they were trained to respect his privacy while on the job.
“Your father mentioned his huge expense. You want to both have your family Pasticceria and have the bills dealt with, huh.”
“Don’t mock me, Johnny.”
I pulled my chin to step away from him. He wouldn’t let go.
“So, now you end the formalities.”
He inched closer, too close another inch and he would collide with my lips.
“I can help you, Angelica, make all your worries vanish by tomorrow.”
My furrows widened.
“You can keep what’s precious to you if I get something I find precious.”
I gulped feeling distorted. “What’s that?”
“You, I want you.”
I then pushed his hand from my chin distancing myself.
“I beg your pardon. Just what do you presume I am? A woman you can simply pay for?”
He simpered sardonic sinking his hands in his pockets.
“Of course not, you're a grown woman you can choose for yourself. I'm giving you the chance save what you can’t stand to lose.”
I crossed my arms pouting.
“And what ever did you mean by if you’ll have me in exchange?”
He threw me a stunned expression.
“The same that took place when you were last ravished by a man,” I shook my head.
“Well, never been, so…absolutely not!”
Raising his brows he pierced me with a long studying stare before snickering sardonically. “That can’t be true.”
I evaded his scrutiny.
“I'm a busy man I don’t have the time to linger and court you while you turn me down repetitively. I'm the wrong man to act cheeky with. Your family's in a bind, it’s your problem, it’s either my terms, or the store is mine to reconstruct. Which is it going to be?”
His unsympathetic tone shook me. “Why must you intimidate me?”
I murmured wanting to crawl under rock. I was utterly torn on what to do. I felt like a tank had dropped on my chest I couldn’t shake the sheer panic and whirlwind anxiety at the thought of the Kimper treasure being torn from us. Neither could I with the other option placed in my lap. I was armored with courage on the outside to stand to Johnny, but underneath my brave mask I was drowned in fear of him. Which sane person wouldn’t be? It wasn’t just because he was a Luciano, but a man clearly to be feared. He was as he had always been: Powerful, ruthless and feasting on the lesser people’s misfortune like it was simply sport for him.
“Angelica, baby, forgive me for persisting but you’re behaving a little immature for me to bear. I don’t see why you’re frightened by my proposal.”
He uttered to me softer.
His hand cupped cheek gently his nose stroked against my hair sniffing the lavender shampoo. “What’s the matter, I sense you’re hiding something.”
I exhaled then confessed.
“I wasn’t lying earlier I’ve been courted at the most but I haven't…I'm still a virgin, okay.”
He mouth snapped open as he looked at me astonished.
“You mean you were being serious. You’re telling me no one no man has ever made love to you?”
“No one,” I replied sinking into a low uncomfortable murmur.
I slowly attempted to shift him, but his hand quickly gripped my waist.
“No, Johnny, please.”
His mouth crashed on my lips so sudden pulling me into a long, soft suffocating kiss. I fought to catch my breath when he parted.