ANDINO + HAVEN: THE COMPLETE DUET
Andino + Haven, #1-2 + Companion Novella
Publication Date: April 6, 2020
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance
Heavy is the head that wears the crown …
Andino Marcello’s world is turned upside down when overnight he goes from capo to boss-in-waiting for the Marcello empire. Here, duty waits on no one and with it comes expectations he isn’t sure he can fulfill. At least, not in a way the mafia expects.
Every choice in this life has consequences.
Even if that choice is love.
The one thing Andino won’t budge on is having Haven Murphy at his side. No matter the cost, she will be his. Whether that means starting a war, hurting the person he loves the most, or changing the very foundation upon which the Marcello legacy was built.
For her, he will do it.
It’s the only vow he might be able to keep.
Andino + Haven: The Complete Duet features the full-length novels Duty and Vow as well as the companion novella, One Last Time.
EXCLUSIVE RELEASE EXCERPT
“Five to one—Macey. Is that the fight in Vegas?”
The bookie nodded. “It is.”
“I heard those odds are actually one to five.”
A sly grin spread over Nathaniel’s lips. “You would be correct.”
“You’re purposely misleading a client?”
“I hate when he wastes my fucking time—minimum bet is actually three-hundred. Trust that in five minutes or so, he’ll call back with a proper apology, I’ll offer to halve the bet to five-hundred, and he’ll pay with the odds I told him to. He’ll lose, and it’ll be a good lesson for him about how to speak to me the next time he calls. And … he will call again. They always do.”
And this right here was why Andino let Nathaniel get away with some of his shit. The guy knew what he was doing, and he did it extremely well.
“And don’t go starting shit with any of the fucking young ones in here, yeah?” Nathaniel said, nodding at the table where Andino had stolen the chair from. “I actually like this joint, Andi. I might want to come back.”
Andino laughed. “Yeah, I’ll try.”
The bookie only sighed.
“On your issue—the lawyer—I cleaned it up. I was able to retrieve seventy percent of the debt through other means.”
For the first time since Andino sat down, Nathaniel’s cool demeanor cracked as his gaze narrowed, and a scowl fettered over his mouth. “That so?”
“It is. It’s not like you to get mixed up with someone who can’t pay their debts. What happened there?”
“He developed a habit, I guess.”
Nathaniel sucked in air through his teeth. “Favor to a friend, maybe.”
“That makes more sense,” Andino noted.
“You know the deal, huh?”
The bookie shrugged. “If you have to step in, and you don’t retrieve one-hundred percent of the debt, then my cut drops back to ten percent. Yeah, I got it, Andi.”
“You do good business, Nathaniel. Keep doing that.”
Nathaniel didn’t even seem to hear Andino—his attention was focused on something else over Andino’s shoulder, and the widening of his eyes before a low whistle split through his lips cut through the noise in the room.
“Damn, girl,” Nathaniel muttered appreciatively, “it’s been a hot minute since you danced, hasn’t it?”
What in the hell?
Turning to see what had the bookie distracted was probably Andino’s biggest mistake of the evening. He couldn’t afford to be off his game when he was doing business, even if it was with someone he trusted, but the second he saw her on the stage dancing, that’s exactly where Andino found himself.
And entirely stupid, too.
He hadn’t seen the woman since that day he walked Snaps in the park. And she certainly didn’t look like she did that day, either.
Then, she’d been wearing running clothes, with her blonde hair streaked in bright colors pulled up into a pony, and little makeup.
Tonight, she wore a black leather body suit that was made out of criss-crossed strips that covered her body from her ankles to her neck. The strips of leather strategically covered any part of her that someone might really want to see—but it still left enough to look at that there was nothing for the imagination to wonder about.
As she did a quick spin around the pole by using one hand to keep herself steady against the metal, he got a peek at how the strips of leather fell below the curves of her ass, and the G-string she wore under it. And the colorful spread of multi-colored stars tattooed across her back, and down her spine.
He suddenly found himself to be ridiculously interested in just how many stars he might be able to count on her body if given the chance.
Those patent black pumps on her feet had to be at least six inches tall, but every step she took made her body sway in the best fucking way possible.
She was soft curves.
Covered in ink.
Black hair pin-straight down to her sexy-as-fuck ass.
The black hair was new.
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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