Today Bethany-Kris and I are excited to share a sneak peek of GUN MOLL. Enjoy.
Deep down into the depth of her core,
Melina Morgan could feel a blaze burning hotter and hotter. Her soul was on
fire. Soon, she knew it would consume her, but there was nothing she could do.
Life had already decided her fate and fate was a real bitch.
droplet of water splattered her face as she readjusted the black umbrella she
was holding. The sky was open, pouring water down all around her, but it didn’t
matter. Not much did anymore.
watched with gritted teeth as the simple maple-oak-finished casket was lowered
into the waiting plot in the ground. Melina stood alone as the first and only witness
to the final resting place of a great man. A great man who’d been all but
shunned and forgotten by everyone except her. Hot tears slipped down her cheeks,
and as the thunder clapped overhead, she couldn’t hold them in any longer. The
despair and anger she’d been holding inside burst from her lungs like a train
running at full speed.
filled her mouth as she sobbed. Her knuckles cracked as she clutched the
umbrella as if it were the only lifeline to hold her up. It wasn’t fair. Those
fucks had betrayed him, stripping him of everything he’d worked so hard for; everything
he’d honored and held in high esteem, they’d taken it away. Melina shouldn’t
have been the only person at this funeral. It should have been filled with
friends and colleagues of Daniel Morgan Jr. There should have been a line of
men saluting him and placing the symbol of everything Daniel had ever stood for
in Melina’s hands.
Melina held nothing except a worn, black umbrella that did little to keep the
rain from chilling her bones. It was just too bad; the rain couldn’t cool the
fire in her soul. As the casket came to its final resting place, the
gravedigger started to throw the first shovel of dirt in.
threw dirt on the top of the casket.
it, I said wait!” Melina yelled at him.
raining cats and dogs out here. I’m soaked.”
so am I. Do you know who you’re burying? Do you know who it is that you’re
giving less than a damn about?”
I’m just doing my job.”
did he, and he got no respect for it. No appreciation. But today, you’re going
to give me a chance to show him the respect he didn’t get when he was alive.
man glared at her, his muddy brown eyes were hard, but Melina didn’t care. He
was going to allow her this moment. Reaching inside her black trench coat, she
withdrew a small souvenir. She’d had it since she was a small girl and now she
was returning it to the one who’d given it to her. Staring at it with a measure
of love and anger, Melina threw the small replica of the American flag down on
top of the casket.
finished?” the insolent gravedigger asked.
I’m not. You might want to get out of the way for what I’m about to do next.”
you hurry the hell up?”
russet brown eyes closed briefly before she opened them again. Reaching once
more into her coat, she pulled out a black handgun with a worn grip and aimed
it at the gravedigger.
suggest you shut the fuck up before you find yourself in a hole out here, too.”
man raised his hands. “I don’t want any trouble. Please.”
be quiet and let me do what I came here for. You are welcome to continue your
miserable excuse for a job, after.”
raised her Smith & Wesson 386 towards the sky and fired one round.
Corporal Daniel Morgan Jr., thank you for your service. Thank you for believing
that no man deserves to be left behind. Thank you for taking a stand and
sticking by it, no matter what it cost you in the end.”
blasted another round off into the sky. The gravedigger jumped, but she ignored
him. She wasn’t finished yet. Her voice wavered as she continued talking.
others would’ve simply turned a blind eye, you stuck to your values and you
always did the right thing. When life fucked you any way but right, your spirit
let you hold on and keep fighting. Few knew your pain, but I saw it, no matter
how much you tried to hide it from me. Few will ever know the real cost you
paid for serving your country as an honorable man, but I know and I remember.”
tears streaming down her cheeks, Melina raised the gun and fired one last time.
isn’t goodbye. It’s just an ‘I’ll see you later’ and when we meet again, you’ll
be the man you once were. The man who looked at life through shining eyes with
the hope and belief that no matter what, doing the right thing would always
save you in the end. Rest now and know that the pain of this life is over, and
you’re in a far better place. See you later.”
the rain slowed to a light downpour, Melina put her gun away and nodded towards
the gravedigger. “He’s all yours now.”
turned to walk away.
I don’t mean to pry, but if he was a vet, why didn’t he have a military funeral?”
her eyes, Melina swallowed the lump in her throat and faced the gravedigger
with the familiar coldness already settling in her heart.
in Afghanistan, a small group of men under him were trapped behind enemy lines
and ordered to be left behind. He disobeyed orders and went back for them; two
of those men died. My father lost his right forearm. Instead of giving him a
medal for risking his life for his fellow man and for losing a limb, they
discharged him dishonorably. He was an example for other men, and nothing more.”
was mighty shitty of them to do that.”
about the men he saved? Why aren’t they here?”
was unable to get the contact information for the ones who survived.”
turned away and started to walk.
was your father, wasn’t he?” the gravedigger called from behind her.
a deep, cleansing breath, she started to walk through the graveyard and to her
car. It was over and she would never return here. Contrary to what many
thought, there was no sentimental value to visiting a grave. The person you
loved was gone. There was no lingering spirit, waiting around for you to come
visit. Only a body remained. A body that had already begun to deteriorate and
would soon return to the earth from which it came.
Melina was done here. There was no reason to visit a headstone, especially one
that did not even begin to convey the true measure of the man buried beneath
rain continued to slacken as Melina walked back to her vehicle. A loud beep
made her stop. Opening her purse, she reached inside. Her fingers closed around
a black beeper that was outdated and behind the times, but necessary, according
to her boss. The number “711” flashed across it. Putting it back inside her
purse, Melina kept walking. She’d just received another lesson from life: It doesn’t matter what the fuck is going on,
the world keeps moving. Deal with it.
but true. Anyone else would have the time to grieve properly, to get affairs in
order. Hell, just a little time to sift through their father’s belongings and
reminisce. But not her.
was time to dry her tears and close the vault to her heart permanently. She was
in this world alone, and she had to make it the best she could. Even if she
cringed every time the numbers 711 came across her beeper. Even if her stomach
turned, imaging what kind of desperate fool she’d have to entertain tonight. It
didn’t matter. She was an escort and tonight, she belonged to the highest
bidder, whoever he might be.
James “Mac” Maccari’s career in the mafia is at a standstill. As the best solider in his Capo’s crew, all he wants is to be noticed enough to get Made in the Pivetti Crime Family. But instead, his Capo’s interests seem more focused on keeping his solider hidden from the boss, and every other Made man he can. Seemingly stuck right where he is with no chance of going up, Mac doesn’t know what will finally get him the attention he needs to earn his button.
Until she shows up and all eyes are on them …
Melina Morgan survives—that’s just what she does. She’s never been able to depend on anyone but herself to keep her safe and get things done. When a chance encounter puts her in a bad situation with the cops and the mafia, Melina has no choice but to put her faith in the hands of a man that not only infuriates her with his cocky arrogance, but catches her interest, too. Playing pretend in a fake relationship with Mac doesn’t seem all that terrible, until pretend turns real and bullets start to fly.
A man is nothing without his woman …
When the attention on Mac and Melina turns from bad to worse, and someone in the Pivetti Crime Family decides the couple needs to go, they know they’re fighting an uphill battle alone. But making it to the end alive means Mac could get what he’s always wanted, and Melina might find what she didn’t even know she needed.
Together, they’ll make waves the mafia has no choice but to notice …
June 21st will see the release of my 4th published solo novel, Devious Little Lies. Writing this novel pushed me to my limit in a lot of ways. For starters, it is the longest novel I've ever written. Pre-edits it was a whopping 98.3K. That's a lot of words. Add in writing it under a deadline in the middle of nursing school and I can truly say DLL was a true labor of love. It was also a labor of heart ache as well.
As some may know, I am a die hard fan of General Hospital. That soap opera has inspired more than its share of fan fiction from me. But General Hospital also created something else, a complex, beautiful but deadly "villainess" I have come to love and adore, Ava Jerome. Played by Emmy winner, Maura West, Ava is one of those characters you either hate or love. She is a mob princess, a liar, manipulator, adulteress, cradle-robber, ect. The list goes on. But Ava is also a mother, a sister, and a miraculously flawed woman and I couldn't love her more.
While I named the heroine from my first novel Dirty Little Secrets after her, my "heroine" in Devious Little Lies was without a doubt, wholeheartedly inspired by her. Rena Rosetti is not your typical novel heroine. In fact I would go so far as to say that she is not a heroine at all. What Rena is, is a multi-faceted woman who makes a lot of mistakes and does some less than stellar things. Who am I kidding? She does some terrible things.
Creating Rena was strangely cathartic. I had the freedom to tell the story of a woman who goes on the most difficult character journey I have written so far. From a woman desperately searching for her own identity to a woman who finally discovers what she really wanted all along, I'm proud to have created her. Now there are going to be people who will not like her. Some will find her off-putting and rail at the choices she makes. But regardless of that being the case, I love Rena.
Telling her story forced me to push my limits. I had to reach deep down inside of myself and realize that although the choices she makes are so far removed from who I am, that she was her own person with her own decisions to make. And make them she did with a bang.
So if you're looking for a female anti-hero not afraid to hang with "the big boys," and do WHATEVER needs to be done to get what she wants, then Rena Rosetti is the woman you've been looking for.
Devious Little Lies is my second Organized Crime Romance with Samhain Publishing. It has no connection to my previous Samhain release Dirty Little Secrets. I can't wait for everyone to meet Rena Rosetti and Shane Van Adams.
They say love is complicated. They never said it could be deadly.
Sometimes the thing you want most can cost you everything.
After ten tumultuous years as the wife of a feared mob
boss—five of them spent alone, thanks to her husband’s incarceration—Rena
Rosetti is tired of watching the men Tony left in charge ruin his criminal empire.
Though she has a fight on her hands, she’s determined to
prove that the old-school ways of Cosa Nostra need to be permanently laid to
rest. But power means nothing with no one at her side.
Rena has done her best to ignore the fire Shane Van Adams
ignites in her, because… he’s her daughter Tricia’s boyfriend. But when Tricia
decides she no longer wants him, Rena isn’t prepared for the onslaught when
Shane turns those penetrating hazel eyes her way.
Finally, Rena has everything she ever wanted. But all things
come with a price, and she’s made some dangerous enemies. Forced to battle mob
rivals out to take her down, she must face the harshest truth of all—that the
greatest danger she faces is the man sharing her bed.
Warning: Advanced mind games between a sassy broad who bites
her tongue for no one, and a younger man who, given the chance, could have been
the smoothest criminal of all.