Friday, November 10, 2017

Madame Moll Sneak Peak: Chapter One

 
 
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Chapter One
Very few things were held sacred to those who lived inside the suffocating world of Mafiosi. There were still certain things that would never be touched in such a way that it might hurt the foundation upon which la famiglia rested its most core values. Those values were handled with the utmost care, treated with the respect one might give their mother, and never did a made man abuse those traditions.
Mac Maccari took comfort in knowing all of this, if only because it guaranteed him and his wife, Melina, a few moments of peace.
Events like babies being born and lives being started were not simply passing moments in time to la famiglia. Rather, they were cornerstones that were always celebrated and protected amongst the men that made up Cosa Nostra. Because they were the family. It was not just one man, but every man and their wives and children. Their world and culture did not sit well with people outside of their circles, so they only truly had one another to fall back on when the time called for it.
It was important—no one, no matter how much they might dislike another made man, would step in to ruin one of those events for someone else.
So yeah, Mac was grateful that despite the uproar that was currently rocking the very ground upon which Cosa Nostra had been built, there were still some things that would always be left untouched.
One of those things happened to be his wife … and her pregnancy.
Her very beautiful pregnancy.
Mac smiled to himself, glancing to the side to find his wife sitting in the passenger seat of his Challenger, her hands resting on her thirty-six week swell. It wouldn’t be long now, and their baby boy would be making his way into the world, ready to cause hell, probably.
After all, the baby was his son.
“What are you snickering about over there?” Melina asked.
Her head turned in his direction, but she couldn’t see him. She hadn’t been pleased when he’d shown her the black silk sash and asked if she would let him take her for a surprise, but Melina played along. She usually did, even if she did put up a fuss first.
“Thinking, doll,” Mac admitted.
Melina’s full lips curved into a soft grin, like she just knew what was in his head. “You’re awfully proud of the fact you’re having a boy, aren’t you?”
“Would have been just as pleased had the baby been a girl.”
“Yes, but—”
“But,” Mac interjected, reaching over to place his hand on the crown of his wife’s stomach, “I’ll have some backup, at least for a little while.”
“A little while? What is that supposed to mean?”
Mac chuckled deeply. “What do you think it means?”
While his statement was joking in nature, the suggestive undertone was still as clear as day. His wife certainly hadn’t missed it if the way her cheeks pinked were any indication.
“God, Mac, you can at least wait until this one is out of my damn body before you start talking about more kids.”
“That’s debatable,” he murmured.
Melina just sighed, shaking her head but still smiling.
She could act coy all she wanted, but Mac knew the truth. His wife was as stubborn as a mule, but so was he. The two of them were like peas in a pod, and she threw just as much at him as he tossed at her.
It made their marriage interesting.
And he so loved his wife.
“I’m just saying. A little friend might be nice for the baby,” Mac suggested.
Melina scoffed. “Stop it.”
“Well—”
“Like I said, at least wait until after this one is out of my body.”
“Fine,” Mac muttered, “since you want to be that way about it.”
Melina smirked. He swore if that sash hadn’t been covering her eyes from him, he would have seen she was rolling her damn eyes. She was not so coy that he couldn’t see right through her act. Despite her loud and repeated protests from the very start of their relationship that she absolutely in no way would become the Susie Homemaker sort of wife, Melina was certainly enjoying the perks of being at home more often with the only responsibilities being to take care of her pregnant self and stay happy.
Of course, she still had The Dollhouse to run, and she did.
Thankfully, Melina had knocked down her time from several hours a day to two or three times a week. Mac knew there was no way on fucking earth that he would be able to convince his wife to hand the business over to him, so that she could focus on her pregnancy and the baby when he was finally out into the world. Somehow, they were just going to have to figure it all out and make it work.
Melina was nothing if not a fighter and a survivor.
Mac, too.
Surely they could figure out something as simple as this.
“Timothy,” Melina suddenly said.
Mac knew exactly what his wife was saying because they had been playing this game for months now. “No, it doesn’t have …”
“What?”
“Pizzazz.”
“Did you honestly just reject a baby name because it doesn’t have pizzazz?” Melina snorted indelicately. “We’re not in the Dirty Thirties, Mac.”
Melina couldn’t have sounded more patronizing if she had tried.
Mac only laughed. “Well, it’s true. It’s not very noteworthy of a name. It’s a fine name, doll, just not what I want.”
“Why don’t we just go with your name?”
“Because my name isn’t actually my name,” Mac explained, probably for the fifth time since they had begun the process many months earlier of trying to pick a name for their baby boy. “My name is James, not Mac.”
“We could start the tradition of using Mac instead of James,” Melina suggested.
“Mac isn’t really Italian, doll.”
Melina conceded to his point. “And you’re a definite no on James.”
Mac scowled, thankful his wife couldn’t see it. “Yeah, that’s a big, fat fucking no.”
“He’s going to be born nameless.”
“So what if he is? Maybe he will, maybe he won’t.”
“We don’t have a name.”
“Stop panicking,” Mac said, reaching over to place his hand on his wife’s thigh, and stroke her skin with his thumb. “We’ll find a name.”
“You’re too picky.”
“Doll, I love you. You know that, right?”
“Of course,” Melina said.
“You’re making it hard right now.”
Melina wacked him hard in the arm. Even though she couldn’t actually see him, she still had a pretty damn good aim. “Watch it, Mac.”
“We’ll pick a name,” he assured.
She still didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t argue.
Mac figured they didn’t have a name for their baby already because he wasn’t born yet. How could Mac possibly say yes to a name when he hadn’t even gotten to lay eyes on his child in the flesh? Seeing the baby moving around on a gray and black screen was not enough for him. He wanted to know his baby first—see his little face and learn his features.
Then, and only then, Mac would pick a name.
A name that fit.
A name that was right.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Melina asked.
“Nope.”
“I’m getting a little car sick.”
“Liar, you just want to peek.”
Melina pouted at having been caught in her lie, and Mac squeezed her thigh in response. He still loved her pouts. It still made him hotter than ever.
Really, her whole pregnancy had done that for him. Something about his wife growing with their child, glowing and beautiful, just did it for him. That was the best way he could explain it, really.
Mac had no shame.
      And he’d take his wife whenever, wherever.
As long as Melina was willing.
“Almost there,” he assured.
Melina made a disgruntled noise under her breath. “Better be worth it. I had to cancel my appointment at the spa today.”
“You’ll be there tomorrow instead.” Mac cupped his wife’s cheek, keeping his eyes on the road at the same time. The last thing he wanted to do was get them into an accident. “And Vic will be able to go with you; she’ll keep you company and tell off the masseuse when they don’t listen to what you want.”
Melina smiled at that, especially the mention of her sister-in-law. “Vic is good for that.”
“Good for annoying the hell out of me.”
His statement had come out too low for his wife to hear, but it wasn’t any less true. Victoria Maccari was an adult, sure, but she was still Mac’s little sister. He tried to look out for her as much as he could, but sometimes she made it hard. He was pretty fucking sure she did that shit on purpose, too.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing,” Mac said. “And we’re here—no don’t take that off yet, doll.”
Melina huffed, her hands lowering from the sash and resting back on her swollen stomach. Mac parked the car in the paved driveway, thankful someone had thought far enough ahead to leave a clear and open spot for him to drive straight into. This had all been a little last minute. He’d tried his hardest to make sure everything was done on time, and in doing so, managed to get things done a little early for his wife.
Melina didn’t know.
It was the perfect chance for Mac to give her one of his surprises.
“Sit tight,” he told her.
Melina’s mouth opened to speak, but Mac was already getting out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Just as fast, he jogged around the car, coming up to her side and waving to the people waiting on the front steps.
Mac opened Melina’s door, and took her hands in his. “I’m going to help you out of the car, doll.”
“If you would just let me take this off, then—”
“The answer is still no.”
Melina’s lips pressed together in a thin line, her silent displeasure clear. While she didn’t mind indulging his games and surprises, he wasn’t shocked that she didn’t have a lot of patience for it right then. Being heavily pregnant and tired because she wasn’t sleeping well, Mac really didn’t blame his wife.
But he wanted to make her smile.
He wanted to see her happy.
She would only be pissed for a few more seconds, he knew, and then it would all be gone.
“Careful,” Mac said as Melina got out of the car, still holding tightly to his hands. Once he had her standing right in the middle of the driveway where he wanted her, where she would be able to get a clear view of her finished surprise that she had waited months for, Mac let his wife go. “Okay, doll, take it off.”
Melina didn’t need to be told again. She pulled the sash from her face to let it hang loosely around her neck. It took her all of ten seconds to blink at the large Victorian-style home staring back at her to realize what she was seeing. Mac saw the realization dawn. People standing on the front steps, ready to welcome her into their home for the first time since building it had officially finished a couple of weeks before.
She had been here before, of course. They had both made their way out to the plot of land they owned to check up on the build and how it was going. But over the last couple of months, Melina hadn’t wanted to make the drive because it was a good thirty minutes from their current apartment. Thirty minutes out and thirty minutes back just to check on how things were going was tiring, so he had used that to his advantage, telling her some things had come up that put the build a little bit behind.
Not by much, he had promised, but a month at the most.
Melina never questioned him.
The last two weeks had been a bit of a rush to decorate and style the inside, to make sure the rooms were painted with the colors Melina had picked when the contractor first made the plans on the blueprints for them to look over.
She had purchased furniture over the last several months, keeping it locked away in storage until they were ready to fill their home with it. Mac had gotten a few of the guys from his crew to help move the furniture in and place it where it needed to go.
If Melina wanted any changes, they could do it easily enough.
“Oh, my God,” Melina whispered. “It’s done?”
Mac nodded, coming up behind his wife to wrap an arm around her waist. His hand rested on her stomach, and he felt the gentle prods of his baby as he kissed his wife’s cheek. “It’s been done for a couple of weeks.”
“It looks amazing.”
“Wait until you see the inside.”
Melina wiped at her eyes, and smiled sweetly. “Okay, the blind folding and driving was worth it.”
He grinned, smug as fuck. “Thought you might say that. Now …”
“Now what?”
Mac pointed at the people waiting on their front steps. His mother, sister, a couple of Melina’s friends she had made, and some of his guys. “Time to have a house warming party, doll. I think we’ve earned it, don’t you?”
Melina’s laughter was a balm to his soul. “Yeah, I think we did.”
As she walked forward, ready to greet and thank the people waiting, Mac stayed a little bit behind, enjoying the scene. After all, this wasn’t so much for him as it was for her. All too soon, their baby boy would make his presence known to the world, and things like house warming parties and time to spend eating good food and laughing with family and friends would have to take a back seat for them both.
At least for a little while.
He wanted Melina to have some fun before that.
She deserved it.
All over again, Mac was reminded how grateful he was that there were still things that were untouchable to la famiglia. While the family was important, and their crime family was struggling between the official attention from the Feds and the police, his budding family was something else entirely.
Sacred, he knew.
These moments were not to be sullied by problems of made men.
No one would dare do that to him or his wife.
He would get back to the grind tomorrow, get his guys back on the street, and hope to hell another street war didn’t break out with another Capo’s crew. With no boss heading their family at the moment, petty feuds had become all too common.
No one really trusted anyone.
But today?
Today would not be dirtied with any of that.
He was grateful.  
***
Mac stepped into the warehouse, letting the creaky, heavy door close behind him. The audible click of the door latching stopped the murmuring conversations happening between the young and older gentlemen of his crew. There was a misinterpretation that all the men in a crew were young guys picked up off the street because they were easy to manipulate—that couldn’t be less true.
If anything, young guys were harder to handle. The older crew members had been in the game long enough to know better than to stir the pot of shit or do something that might earn them a bullet, while the young guys were more likely to push against whatever authority stood in their way of getting what they wanted. Older guys usually liked where they were and the position they had, so they didn’t have much interest in getting higher in the family. Younger guys always wanted to be more—get more.
It was one of the benefits of being a younger Capo like Mac was. He supposed he related to the younger guys in his crew which meant they didn’t mind shutting up and listening to him. Not that the situation was always the case—it wasn’t—but almost always was better than nothing.
Mac had a fuck lot less problems with the guys in his crew than other Capos had with their crews.
He wasn’t about to complain.
“Skip,” came a collective greeting from twenty different voices as Mac stepped out from the entrance.
He waved a hand in greeting and leaned against the wall. “Any news for me?”
His gaze skipped over familiar faces, checking for any sign of a lie as several “nopes” rang out from most of the men. He didn’t want to have to look for lies at all, or think that maybe, possibly, one of his guys might not be telling him the truth. Too much police and FBI attention left Mac more paranoid than he usually would be.
No Capo wanted to wake up one day to find out his crew had a rat.
A rat meant jail time, especially if it happened to be close.
“Anyone get pulled in for another talk?” Mac asked.
“Just Enric,” said one of the older guys sitting off in the corner with a cigarette hanging from his lips. “But he isn’t in the mood to talk today—never is lately.”
The guy nodded in the direction of the office Mac used to do work when he wanted privacy from the rest of the crew as they did their work.
Mac would deal with Enric later. He was all too aware it wasn’t Enric Pivetti’s fault the officials wouldn’t leave him alone. The bastards had his father locked up, and he’d been the recipient of several bullets to the back months ago when he’d been acting as a guard for Mac’s wife. No one was looking at Enric like he was talking to police for his own gain because everybody knew he didn’t have a choice.
Still, Enric was hiding himself away.
For more reasons than the obvious, Mac knew.
Right now, though, Mac had to deal with his crew. Morale was low because business was shit. Working was damn near impossible when every job was like sticking your hand in a roaring fire pit. With so much official attention on them, even the smallest job was dangerous and carried great risk.
But no work meant no money.
Money was the reason these men were here.
“All right, listen up,” Mac said, his tone rising to get all of the men’s attention on him. He really hadn’t needed to bother, as they all looked to him when he started speaking, anyway. They were good that way—he figured it was a check on his good side, too. “I know everything has been slower than death lately. We don’t have a lot of cash flow coming in. I’m working to fix that.”
“How so, Skip?”
Mac smiled. “Different ways, but what I want to focus on first is making sure all of you are safe when you go out to do a job. That starts with the other crews, so I’m going to work on that and making some peace. As for money, I have another idea other than the usual deliveries, boosts, or heists that take a lot of attention and might be too dangerous for you all right now.”
He could tell he had his guys’ attention.
Money was on the table, after all.
“I have money to be collected all over the city—some rackets, a few loans that are owed, and bookies’ payments that come in pretty regularly depending on the game the night before. Even some of the businesses that still pay for their place, so to speak, come in on a weekly basis. It’s not a lot—not what you usually make, but it’s something.”
Mac shrugged, adding, “And something is better than nothing.”
A few murmurs—some confirmative, some grumbling—passed between the guys. Mac let them have their moment, and when they all quieted, he spoke again.
“You can take fifty percent of whatever you pick up for me and deliver without issues. No violence to get the payments, and definitely no bodies. These aren’t those sorts of payments, all right? So that we don’t have guys acting like petty bitches, I’ll be the one to divvy up who picks up what and when.” Mac chuckled, saying, “It’ll change from week to week to make it as fair as possible, but this is the best I can do for now to make sure you’re all looking at decent cash to get you through whatever fucking spell this is and however long it might last.”
Because that, Mac didn’t have an answer for.
He didn’t know how long any of this was going to last, and he didn’t want his guys to suffer because of it. With no boss running the family and taking payments from his Capos, Mac wouldn’t need to explain the drop in cash. He could afford to lose some income for the benefit of his crew.
Other Capos wouldn’t do or say the same thing. Others would probably be too concerned about keeping up their lifestyle and banking more money as the dry spell went on.
Mac knew better.
When all of this was said and done, his crew would still be there waiting to get back to work. His guys would still be loyal and honorable to him. All because he took care of them when they needed him to.
That was what a good Capo did.
“But for today,” Mac continued, “just relax. Go chill. And stay the fuck out of trouble, huh?”
“Got it, Skip,” came the confirmative, collective reply.
Mac waited the guys out, leaning against the wall, as one by one they passed him to leave. He could tell they were a bit lighter on their shoulders with his promise of making sure they would be looked after, so that gave him a sense of relief. Once the warehouse was empty but for a few familiar faces, one being his longtime friend, Bobby, Mac headed for the office.
The guys were handled.
One thing checked off his list.
Now, he could deal with Enric.
Mac quickly slipped into the office, letting the door close behind him. He turned the blinds on the window, hiding the inside of the office from the few men who had remained behind. Enric sat behind the desk, his back turned to Mac, and tossed a small red ball against the wall. The rhythmic smack of the ball as it bounced off the wall and hit Enric’s skin came in perfectly timed intervals, and the guy never once turned to greet his Capo.
Not even after Mac said his name.
“Enric,” Mac said a second time, slightly louder.
Nothing.
The ball kept moving.
Enric stayed just like he was.
Mac didn’t let his frustration take over because he knew Enric Pivetti had a great deal more to be frustrated over than he did in the grand scheme of things.
“Heard you got pulled in by the cops,” Mac said.
Enric shrugged. “Nothing big—the usual “do you remember anything” spiel.”
“Nothing new, then?”
“Nope.” Enric laughed. “I did go see Dad a couple of days ago.”
Now, that was interesting to Mac.
Nobody had heard anything from the boss or his underboss since both men had been locked away. Some of the Capos in the family surmised that Luca and Enzo were being refused phone calls because of their statuses and the influence they could have on their men with a single order. Mac didn’t know if any of that was true, but even getting some word or kind of order from the boss was better than the silence they were getting now.
“And?” Mac asked.
“Neeya is moving out, I guess,” Enric said quietly. “I’ve never been close with his wife—my choice, not hers. He wanted me to head over there, see if she needed any help or if the girls needed something. He said not to bother her too much. She’s allowed to do whatever the fuck she wants to do.”
Mac took a few seconds to digest that information. “Wait, you mean she’s moving out of their mansion?”
“Selling everything she can.”
Holy fucking shit.
The boss’s wife was leaving him?
That didn’t sound right.
Mac had seen Neeya and Luca Pivetti in more than enough situations to know they were a power couple to strive to be. Nothing and no one was going to separate them, and that was fucking admirable.
Except … had something done that?
Mac wasn’t sure.
“Thought maybe you and Melina could take me over,” Enric said, spinning slowly to face Mac. “You know, the city bus only goes so far and whatnot.”
Mac’s gaze darted down to the seat Enric was sitting in—his wheelchair that had been a constant since he was released. Slight spinal cord damage and two surgeries later, Enric had some feeling in his legs. He also had little muscle and nerve control, but his four-times-a-week physical therapy would get him walking again.
Eventually.
He needed to put in the work, though.
Mac figured that was half of Enric’s problem.
And he hadn’t found a reason to do the work, yet.
He would, someday.
“Yeah, we can get you over there to see your sisters,” Mac assured.
Enric nodded. “Dad wanted one other thing, too.”
“What’s that?”
“He wants a meeting with you after you get this handled.”
Now, Enric really had his attention.

 
 



Friday, October 27, 2017

GIVEAWAY, COVER & BLURB REVEAL-MADAME MOLL


 

Madame Moll
Gun Moll, 3
Releasing November 20, 2017

Kris and I are so excited to share the cover for the final book in the Gun Moll Trilogy. This is the last piece to Mac and Melina’s journey. We can promise more books for other characters you met in these, books, though. So look out for that!

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Cover designed by Jay Aheer from Simply Defined Art!

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In this life, nothing comes easy.

James "Mac" Maccari is proof of that. Having fought his way through the ranks of the Pivetti Crime Family, Mac is willing to do whatever it takes to maintain that position. His wife and son are his everything. But sometimes when a man thinks he has it all, life throws a curveball. When it comes to Cosa Nostra, some curveballs are deadly.

Melina Morgan Maccari never imagined having the life she does now. A powerful husband. A child she loves more than her own life. Newly secure in her position as a made man’s wife, Melina is finally starting to believe a happily ever after might exist. That is, until she's reminded that there is danger where you least expect it.

Some bosses are made, not born.

When the powerful Pivetti crime boss is targeted by law enforcement, his seat is up for grabs, and there is more than one man who thinks he is right for the job. But one man in power could spell disaster for Mac and Melina. Mac is left with no choice but to make one last attempt to secure the future for both his families or watch everything he loves go up in flames.

Come Hell or high water, when Melina vowed to be Mac's moll, it was for life. With an organization in chaos, and threats facing her family, she is ready to do anything necessary to stamp out the danger once and for all.

Sometimes, bloodshed requires a woman's touch.

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Sunday, March 19, 2017

WHAT'S A SOAP OPERA MAFIA ROMANCE?



      Last time I blogged I shared with you that Samhain Publishing had closed and I would be self-publishing the two novels I had contracted with them. Well the first of them is available now, Dirty Little Secrets: A Soap Opera Mafia Romance. You can find it here: https://www.amazon.com/Dirty-Little-Secrets-Opera-Romance-ebook/dp/B06XPKYR92/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_img_3?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=ZM37GFV2A5FWDQQRVWCV

     So that brings me to what I'm sure some are wondering, what exactly is a soap opera mafia romance? Well it's actually a term I came up with. After Dirty Little Secrets was published the first time naturally I was proud of it, but I soon came to realize my novel was not authentically mafia based. What do I mean? I mean that there are a lot of rules and traditions when it comes to writing true to life, authentic Cosa Nostra fiction or otherwise. Dirty Little Secrets is not one of those novels, mainly because it was inspired by my love for one particular soap opera, General Hospital.

     Anyone who has ever watched General Hospital knows who the divinely handsome mob boss, Sonny Corinthos is. I first became interested in the mafia from watching his storylines on TV. Let's just say after 20 something years of watching I got a little hooked. I loved the over the top stories, the resurrections from the dead, the danger and rivals determined to take Sonny down, not to mention the ladies that captured and lost his heart. Needless to say I wanted to write something just like that. From that desire Dirty Little Secrets was born.

    So what are the ingredients that make up A Soap Opera Mafia Romance? Equal parts sizzling romance, equal parts over the top somewhat unbelievable drama with a dash of modern mafia thrown in for good measure. So if following the life of a sexy mob widow who may or may not fall for her possible stepson appeals to you, then Dirty Little Secrets: A Soap Opera Mafia Romance is exactly the novel you're looking for!


Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Saying Goodbye & Keeping It Moving

 
 


 Hi Everyone,

       Yes. I'm making another sporadic post. I'm sorry. I'm trying to do better. As some of you may or not know Samhain Publishing has officially closed their "doors," for good. Yes Samhain is no more. As of yesterday, their website had gone completely dark. So what happens to the two novels I have published with them, Dirty Little Secrets and Devious Little Lies? For now both are still available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Books-A-Million but they will soon be removed from those vendors as well. The print copies of both books will remain on Amazon until they run out of stock.

      This sounds like a hot mess, doesn't it? It is. But me and all the other writers that have published with Samhain have no choice but to say goodbye, thanks for the opportunity and keep it moving. As for my two novels, I am currently waiting to receive my rights back and then both Dirty Little Secrets and Devious Little Lies will be self-published with brand new covers and new and improved content on Amazon. So stay tuned for the rebirth of my sexy, mafia soap operas and if you didn't have a chance to enjoy the older woman/younger man romances the first time, catch them on the next go-round.

Live. Love. Stay Fierce.




Saturday, January 7, 2017

RECAPPED AND READY TO GO

 
         Hi All,
 
 
I'm back. I've been off the grid for a while and we are days into a new year that none of us have any idea what to expect. (I'm looking at you America.) 2016 was a year of extreme highs and extreme lows for me. For starters, in February I dissolved my relationship with an agent that was no longer working for me. It was tough and not something I took lightly. To be quite honest, I was terrified. I worried that I had killed my chances of ever seeing my books in print on a shelf. Then there was the fear of going it on my own. Ultimately I decided to take a leap of faith and go where my heart lead me to go.
 
 
2016 also saw the publication of three novels with my name on them. Yes, 3. Cue Extreme High. This was a big deal for me. At the same time I was also confronted with the reality that one of my publishers was closing and I had no idea what in the hell was going to happen to my books with them, including the recently released, Devious Little Lies. Ultimately after many cuts and layoffs the publisher was able to stay open. However, the back and forth did absolutely nothing for my books sales which suffered tremendously. Cue Extreme Low.
 
 
But the show must go on and on the positive side of things I dipped my toes into the wonderful world of self-publishing by teaming up with the amazing Bethany-Kris to create the Gun Moll series. Cue Extreme High for two best selling books. Not only is Bethany-Kris, a supremely talented writer, but she is also an acute businesswoman and good friend. I've learned so much from working with her. Again, Cue Extreme High.
 
 
I never make resolutions because I never keep them, but I want to do more as far as my writing career is concerned. Here are my tentative plans:
 
 
1. Madame Moll-Book 3 of the Gun Moll series will be published and conclude Mac and Melina's journey.
 
 
2. Bethany-Kris and I are also planning at least 1 standalone story set in the same world as Mac and Melina, so look out for it.
 
 
3. I'm currently working on my first contemporary African American romance, Crossing Lines. I plan to self-publish it sometime this year. Cue big leap for me.
 
 
4. I'm currently in the process of revising my #ownvoices fairytale romance to submit to agents and publishers. Let me just say this is not your Disney fairytale. Shit happens.
 
 
5. Complete my third and final Demi-God Daughters novel, Goddess by Surrender.
 
 
So yeah, let's see if it all comes to fruition between nursing jobs and school. Fingers crossed.
 
Also if you haven't had a chance to experience the various works I've created, they can all be found here: https://www.amazon.com/Erin-Ashley-Tanner/e/B00FWZN9AG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1483813565&sr=1-2-ent


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

GANGSTER MOLL: THE TEASERS



Hey all,

Thank you to everyone that has purchased a copy of Gangster Moll! Bethany and I are thrilled. I thought I'd share all of the amazing Gangster Moll teasers made by the talented Jay Aheer.

 


 
 


 
 
Gangster Moll is available now from:
 
 
 
 




Wednesday, October 19, 2016

GANGSTER MOLL TEASER SHARE



Hey everyone,

Cover reveal day for Gangster Moll is right around the corner on October 28th. In the meantime Bethany-Kris and I wanted to share an unedited teaser from the upcoming novel.

Add it to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32319864-gangster-moll

Sign up for the cover reveal and tour with Indie Sage here: http://indiesage.com/tour-gangster-moll-bethany-kris-erin-ashley-tanner/

TEASER:

Mac Maccari wasn’t a three-piece suit kind of man. He much preferred the comfort of dark-wash jeans, a T-shirt, and combat boots to wear while handling his daily business. It was a comfort thing, and a heat thing.

Glaring up at the bright sun in the sky as he crossed the street as quickly as he could, Mac swore he was melting under his suit. It was an unusually warm Summer for New York. It was almost always muggy during the season, but this year, Mother Nature decided to kick that shit up a notch.

Mac was less than impressed.

It probably didn’t help that the majority of his day was spent running to and from different locations as he handled his crew and what the men were doing at any given time.

But … it was what it was.

And he was damn good at his job.

Mac supposed that if he wasn’t good at being a Capo, he’d already be dead. At least, for the time being, he had that going for him.

The heat wave, however, could go to hell.

Tugging his jacket off, Mac slipped into the business at the very end of the block, tossing the coat over his arm as a cool blast of air from the air conditioner smacked him straight in the face. He soaked in the cold air as he glanced around the place, taking in the woman behind the counter, talking animatedly on the phone and snapping a large wad of gum in her mouth at the same time.

She didn’t even look like she noticed him standing there, for fuck’s sake.

Mac didn’t mind.

He wasn’t here to see her, anyway.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Mac searched for the message he’d been left earlier in the day. Infinite Insurance, ask for Ronnie, it read. A few other details had been included, but Mac figured those weren’t important until he found Ronnie.

Mac had come to find out, over his last few months as a newly appointed Capo for the Pivetti crime family that Luca Pivetti had little to no patience for people who owed him something. It didn’t matter what it was—money, action, or a word. If a person owed him, he expected them to pay accordingly.

Maybe even a little more simply because he was kind enough to do business with them.

As the boss, it was Luca’s due.

Mac didn’t question why his boss hadn’t simply sent an enforcer over to the place to handle his shit—that wasn’t his place. He just did what the boss wanted done.

Bypassing the receptionist without so much as a ‘hello’, Mac strolled to the back of the insurance bankers business, finding a hallway with several offices. All had glass windows for walls, letting him see the men and women inside, sitting behind desks with either a phone to their ear, or clients inside the offices.

Thankfully, plaques were attached to each door, names boldly inscribed on each one.

Mac found the Ronnie he was looking for mid-way down the hallway. The heavier-set gentleman was alone inside his office, from what Mac could see through the window, and didn’t seem to be tied up with a phone call as he was busy sorting papers.

That was going to suck when he had to clean up the mess later.

Mac couldn’t find much remorse for what he was about to do.

Business was business after all.

Cosa Nostra business was even tougher.

It simply couldn’t wait.

Mac didn’t bother to knock on the office door, but rather, turned the knob and walked right in, depositing his jacket on one of the two chairs meant for clients.

The insurance banker—Ronnie—glanced up, startled, at Mac’s sudden appearance. If Mac had to guess by the wrinkled dress shirt, the messy hair, and the tired gaze, Ronnie had some shit on his mind.

He was about to get more.

“You can’t just barge in here,” the man started to say. “Clients make appointments.”

Mac reached over and twisted the blinds closed on the window—no one could see in now. He locked the door, ensuring no one would walk in during the … meeting.

Turning back to face the man he’d been sent to see, Mac offered a wide-eyed Ronnie a smile. Cold as it was, Mac figured the guy would take this better if he was a little loosened up before the actual warning came about.

Ronnie started to stand from his desk, confusion writing heavily over his features. “Who in the hell are you?”

“I’m not important,” Mac said, rolling up the cuffs of his dress shirt.

Blood was a bitch to get out.

Maybe he’d avoid the few splatters that might occur, if it were possible.

But probably not.

“But Luca,” Mac continued, shrugging like it didn’t make a difference. “Now the boss and his money is a whole other story.”

For the first time since Mac entered Ronnie’s office, he saw the first trickle of genuine fear light up the man’s eyes.

“I-I have his—”

“They all say that,” Mac interrupted, knowing what the man was going to say.

Bullshit excuses.

Another stall tactic.

“Fact is,” Mac said, keeping an eye on Ronnie in case he grabbed for something to attack with, “… you’re two weeks late, according to the boss. And he was nice enough to fund your little project because apparently, you go way back. Now you’re ducking and dodging Luca like it’s what you do for a living.”

Mac chuckled, waving around at the office.

“Clearly, you work in another business, and you’re not very good at the ducking and dodging game,” Mac finished with another smooth, cold smile.

“Let me call Luca,” the man said quickly. “Please, we’re friends. He’ll understand, I’m sure.”

Mac sighed.

Luca didn’t care who a person was—friend, family, or enemy.

If someone owed him something, they owed him.

“Just let me make this easy,” Mac said. “You’ve only got to bleed, after all. Nobody says you’re going to fucking die from it. Now, if you make it hard on me, that’s going to be a problem, and it’ll probably hurt a lot more. Do us both a favor here, and let me get this over with.”

Ronnie opened his mouth to say something, his gaze darting to the windows, the door, and then to Mac.
 
Mac knew that look. It was the look of a man trying to find his way out.
 
Well, he had news for the guy.
 
“Make a single sound, and I will cut your tongue out,” Mac said quietly. “There is no where to run, and very few people left in the building. So unless you want your associates to know how you’ve been doing underground business with a mafia boss, I suggest you let me do what I came here to do.”
Simple, right?


Mac knew it would be—it always was.