by Bethany-Kris Guzzi Legacy, #6
Publication Date: December 2, 2019
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance, Standalone
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When falling is easy, people often forget about the crash.
The time has finally come for Marcus Guzzi to step into his birthright. He’s the firstborn—the next boss to take over his family’s mafia and he’s never been more ready. With an MC encroaching on Guzzi territory, family expectations following him, and more responsibility on his shoulders than ever, what’s one more thing added to his ever-growing list of duties when his father asks for a favor? He just didn’t expect that favor to bring with it a woman he can’t ignore.
Cella Marcello is a lot of things. Single mother. Daughter of a former New York Underboss. A highly sought-after interior designer. Widow. The one thing she’s learned about life after all that’s happened in hers? It keeps moving on, and so does she. When a contract for a penthouse design takes her to Toronto, she isn’t ready for the gorgeously dangerous man waiting there to make sure she has everything she needs. Even if the thing she needs is him.
Marcus is everything she never wanted before now. He wasn’t even looking for someone like her. When the traumas of the past take center stage, these two will need to decide if the chance at forever is worth the risk.
The final Guzzi Legacy novel …
Note: Marcus is a standalone romance within The Guzzi Legacy series.
“You’re not listening again. What the fuck is so interesting on that phone of yours?”
Marcus didn’t even get the chance to hide the screen before Chris leaned over the boxes like the asshole he could be and grabbed the device straight out of his hand. That was a good way for his brother to get a punch in the throat. It didn’t matter that Marcus was almost thirty and Chris was a father to two kids, he’d still hurt his brother. Absolutely. But as soon as Chris saw it was a woman’s name on the contact for the text messages, he handed it right back to his brother.
Chris put his hands up, and everything.
Marcus gave him a look. “Merci.”
“Cella, huh? Like Cella Marc—”
“She’s doing a thing for Dad.”
“What kind of thing that requires you to ask her if she’s coming into town, or—”
“I will shoot you in the face.”
Chris grinned. “No, you won’t.”
“I’m her contact for Papa, that’s all. She’s redoing the penthouse as a gift to Ma. Interior design, and whatnot.”
“Stop looking at me like that.”
Chris’s sly grin deepened as his eyes widened in fake innocence. “Like what, man?”
“Like you think you know something. Stop it.”
“Awful defensive, no?”
“It’s not a thing, Chris.”
“Right, right. Well—”
The phone ringing in Marcus’s hand stopped Chris from finishing his sentence. And lucky for him, too. The name on the contact said Cella, and he gave his brother a look as he turned his back to Chris to take the call.
“Hey,” he said, putting it to his ear.
“Any reason you’re asking me about my plans for next weekend?”
Her voice was still just as musical on the phone as it was in person. Not quite as effective in making him feel like he suddenly didn’t know how to breathe, but still fascinating. Not that he could afford to focus on that right now.
Marcus laughed. “Well, to help you, I guess.”
“And what does that mean?”
In the background of the call, someone shouted before a horn honked.
“You busy?” he asked.
“No, just heading to my car. How are you helping me by getting me into town?”
“My mother is having a dinner party. Pretty normal for her. She throws one or two a month. This one, though, is for a shelter she just helped to open in the city. It’ll be at the mansion, which will let you see the house where she lives, and you’ll get lots of time with her. I’m expected to bring someone with me, and I thought it could be you. It’ll look like a date to her.”
“Like a date?”
“Mmhmm, what’s the problem?”
“Sounds exactly like a date, Marcus.”
“Are we just saying it’s a date?”
“Does that word make you nervous? It’s for the penthouse, Cella. That’s all.”
“Right, but yes … a little. I haven’t been on a proper date in years.”
“No pressure,” he murmured.
Her light laughter had him smiling wider than ever. And of course, his brother just happened to see that smile when he turned around, too.
He gave Chris a look.
His brother averted his stare.
“Anyway, are you up for it?” he asked.
Cella barely hesitated before replying, “Yeah, I am definitely up for that.”
“I’ll let you know the details.”
That was that. Except he wondered if it was going to end up being a hell of a lot more.
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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