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About the author:
Thank you for picking up one of my books, I hope you enjoyed the story. As a lifelong romantic (I'm pretty sure love propels the universe) I currently write contemporary mafia and historical romances. Two rather disparate genres, I admit, but no matter what the setting you can bet you’ll find some sexy Russians lurking between the pages of all my works. When I’m not hermetically sealed away from the world to write, you can occasionally find me posting about writing, food and fur-children on Twitter (@VWrightBooks) or peeking around Facebook.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love Russia and writing romance, so combining the two seemed only natural.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Vincent de Costa was going to personally dismember whoever had stolen his daughter, and he was going to do it slowly–but first he had to get out of the hospital bed to which he'd been confined for the last seven weeks. Struggling to sit up, he chucked off the heart monitor that'd been stuck on his finger and set to wrestling with the IV and other tubes attached to various parts of his body.
"Where do you think you're going?" his wife's voice, stern and unwavering, drew his eyes up to meet hers as she stood in the doorway to his room. Maria de Costa had a look on her face that said she was in no mood to be disobeyed.
"I'm going to find our daughter," he informed her, proceeding to rip the IV out of his arm with a grunt. "Luca's damn near dead and Franco will be too when I'm through with him. They had one goddamn job to do–"
"And what, you're going to hop on the next plane out to clean up the mess?" Maria looked as unimpressed as she sounded. The heels of her shoes clicked across the tile as she approached his bedside, and with one firm push she sent him sprawling back across the bed. "Good lord, Vincent, are you really so eager to make me a widow?"
"I'm not dead yet," he pointed out, wincing as he sat up again. "What, you think I'm just going to stay here when Viv needs me? God only knows what's happening to her. What if she's hurt? I'm her father; I've got to find her and bring her back if it's the last thing I do."
"It bloody well will be the last thing you do if I let you go in this condition," Maria snapped, folding her arms across her chest as she glared at him. "Stay down, Vinny, or I'll have the nurses knock you out again."
"Goddamn it Maria, this is our daughter we're talking about!" he roared. "I'll be damned if I'm gonna lie in bed while my baby girl's in danger!"
"Don't you raise your voice at me!" his wife yelled back, her voice taking on a shrill tone as her face colored. "Now you listen to me, she's my daughter too! If you think I'm not worried sick about her, you're dead wrong, but there is no way I'm letting you go after her when you're a week out from getting a kidney transplanted. Carlo's taken charge and he'll bring her home, he's got the whole family organized to find her; no one's going to rest until they get her back. So right now there's only one thing you've gotta do, and that's to stay in this bed until the doctors say you can go home. Or do you want to spend the rest of your life hooked up to a dialysis machine, hm?"