Meet the characters:
Ivo is the right-hand man to the most dangerous man in Ultimo Morte, Raffaele Di Morte. Ivo will do anything for the family and his capo, even marry a newly widowed woman. Elisa’s husband’s desire to leave his wife in safe hands was his dying wish. And while Ivo’s not ready to forget his first love and mother of his child, he accepts his fate.
Elisa is stunned when she finds out that her dearly departed husband has made plans for her future without ever consulting her, but no one refuses Raffaele Di Morte. The thought of marrying Ivo is terrifying, but she falls in love with his daughter and wants to make this marriage work.
Ivo and Elisa have much to learn about one another. Each must move past their previous loves and unite as a family. There are other threats lurking and Elisa is in danger. Ivo vows to protect his new wife at any cost.
Feel the passion:
Then he lightly caresses my cheek. It’s barely a touch, and yet a jolt of electricity runs through me, causing my heart to race wildly. I stare at him wide-eyed.
“It’s good you speak your mind. I’d like to know what you’re thinking right now.” He’s teasing me. Or could he be flirting with me? No way. That isn’t possible. His finger glides down under my chin, tapping it gently. “You’d better close your mouth, regina mia. You’re looking a little stunned.” Ivo focuses on the road. I clamp my mouth shut, turning my head away to look out the car window.
There’s not a chance I would tell Ivo what I’m thinking right now. I don’t want to be thinking what I’m thinking right now. I wanted him to kiss me. What does that say about me? I’m a horrible person. My husband is hardly in his grave, and I’m lusting over Ivo Avante. I shut my eyes tight and take a deep breath. It’s not far to Raffaele’s place, and then I’ll be able to put some distance between us.
We ride in silence the rest of the way, and I make sure not to make eye contact.
Leaves you wanting more:
Her skin is soft as silk, and her expression is so adorable that I want to pull the car over and kiss her. It’s the first time since my wife passed that I’ve wanted to kiss another woman. I’m not a saint, and I’ve had women since Maria’s death. It was sex. Mostly angry sex, to satisfy a need. I’m not into pain. Unlike some I know that get off on that sort of thing, I don’t hurt women. I’ve always thought it repulsive. If there’s mutual consent, if that’s your thing, then go for it, but to exert your physical strength over a woman to prove you’re a man is unnecessary.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t killed women. If the enemy comes, man or woman, I take them out. Several women have tried to get close to Raffaele in the past. They were sent by the enemy to get close enough to kill him. One tried to poison him. I made her drink her own poison to end her life. Another attempted to lure Raffaele into her suite, where a Russian hitman was waiting for him. I’m afraid her end was not as clean as a simple poison.
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