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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)

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I'm in love with Timeo Montavio.
If only it were that simple.

He's my best friend. Practically my brother-in-law...
And a cold-blooded killer.

I mourned his loss when he vanished from my life six months ago.
But now he's back, and he's no longer the boy I once knew.
There's a darkness in his eyes that chills me to the bone.

When a blizzard holds us prisoner in Bella Notte -- a members only club harboring secrets within its walls -- I have nowhere to run.

Even when I want to...

Infatuation is a wickedly slow burn friends to lovers dark mafia romantic suspense, featuring an anti-hero, elements of violence, and consensual non-consent. Mature audiences only, please.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

CHAPTER ONE

Starla

I open the app for my bank account and blink. Some days, I look at that number and I wonder if there was a glitch. A mistake. Because I, Starla Soul, with no college education or even so much as a sugar daddy to pad my wallet, have managed to accumulate that much cash. After I confirm the numbers, I quickly close the app, because it makes me a little uncomfortable.

It’s one thing having a few hundred bucks. It’s another having thousands. And then, when it gets into the hundreds of thousands, you start seeing…possibilities.

And no one even has the slightest clue.

I hit my monthly goal, though. I set a goal, those numbers showed up in my account, and now I get my reward.

“Good job, Starla,” I whisper to myself as I swipe up on the UGG app and choose the prettiest pair of chestnut brown fur-lined boots. The stark branches of the trees outside the window, devoid of any leaves, sway in the chilly wind, heralding the arrival of a cold winter. A girl has to have protection, after all.

I can still feel the numb chill of my toes clad in hand-me-down shoes that were so big snow would slosh in over the sides and I would trip on the long walk to school.

Yeah, I won’t take those boots for granted.

My phone buzzes, followed by another buzz and another until it feels like I’m about to be attacked by an angry swarm of bees. I look with concern at the screen. Though my phone buzzes all day long, the suddenness of these notifications gets my attention. I frown. I still have those damn interviews.

My heart beats faster, because my inner voice is telling me maybe it would be better to keep my secrets… well, secret. But I have work to do, and if I want to keep those numbers rolling into my bank account, I have to focus and I have to up the ante.

I check my makeup. Re-apply my lip gloss and flick my hair so the waves fall over my shoulders gracefully. I check and double-check that everything’s in place, including a solid Wi-Fi connection. I practice smiling just to lift my spirits. No one will actually see me smile.

There was a time when just the thought of the day ahead, out from under the abusive thumb of my parents and the knowledge that I’d see him again, made everything seem brighter. I’d pop out of bed in the morning, grateful to be alive and free and ready to face whatever came.

Or so I thought.

When you survive what I have, you don’t take little things for granted anymore.

But that was long ago.

No one’s seen or heard from Timeo Montavio in six months.

I swallow the lump in my throat. I can’t think of that now.

My brother-in-law Sergio is convinced he’s dead but doesn’t want to say it. He’s hinted as much, though. “This is the world we live in,” he said just last week. “The chances that he’s made it this far, Starla, this long…”

Sergio’s brother Ricco obviously agrees, but I don’t care what they say.

They haven’t found a body. They don’t have any evidence that Timeo’s not still out there.

I breathe in deeply and close my eyes. I finger the locket around my neck and whisper a prayer that I know may fall on deaf ears, because I have no idea how or when I’ll ever believe in any kind of being like God ever again.

I swallow hard and check the phone again. Almost go time.

I hate having notifications on when I’m working, so I quickly swipe down to “Do Not Disturb.”

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done an interview. I want to be fully present. Center stage. On.

There’s a knock on my door. I hold my breath. God, I do not want anyone here right now. If it’s my sister Eden or her husband Sergio coming unannounced…

“Starla?”

Shit.

I shut down my laptop with a frantic look at the time. Only five minutes left.

“Yes?” I yell, my voice too high-pitched.

“It’s Jody.”

Jody. Right! God, how could I forget? I’ve been so nervous since booking my interview I’m forgetting everything.

“Phoebe! Mimi! Time for a walk!” I nearly keel over when my pair of golden retrievers comes bounding in from the bedroom. I grab their leashes and open the door for the dog walker. My work will go so much better if my girls aren’t begging for treats or tummy rubs. “Thank you! Sorry, I have a work meeting with a client in like thirty seconds, please make it a super long walk today!”

Jody blinks from behind large wire-rimmed glasses and nods. “Got it. You okay?”

“Fine,” I lie, as my stomach churns and clenches with nerves. “I’m good.”

“Okay!” she says brightly, flashing her braces at me when she grins. Taking the leashes, she gets down and lets my babies slobber all over her and lash their pretty tails. “Let’s go, girls!”

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Advertisement Beloved (Montavio Brotherhood #3) Read Online Jane Henry http://www.books2020.com/beloved-montavio-brotherhood-3-read-online-jane-henry Mon, 09 Oct 2023 12:39:58 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/beloved-montavio-brotherhood-3-read-online-jane-henry Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Authors: Jane Henry Series: Montavio Brotherhood Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 76
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The moment I meet Ricco Montavio, my world tilts on its axis.

Hotter than hell and maddeningly dominant, he’s suddenly in my world on the regular: in my massage studio, at my daughter’s preschool, on my front porch, in my every waking thought…

Why me?

I’m a rule follower. A single mom just trying to make ends meet who was not looking to hook-up with anyone… much less a King of the Boston Underworld who makes his own rules.

Every fiber of my being screams at me to run.

But instead...

I kneel.

I submit.

I plummet headlong into a love affair with the most dangerous man I’ve ever met, a man who’s clearly keeping secrets.

I know Ricco Montavio breaks people for a living.
I can only hope his secrets don’t break me.

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CHAPTER ONE

NUMBER 12

Ricco

Twilight paints the Boston skyline in shades of blue as I walk down the street toward Bella Notte. The smell of hotdogs, popcorn, and roasted nuts fills the air—the street vendors of the city of Boston scraping for a few more sales before they call it a night. To my left sits a kiosk with Boston Strong T-shirts, and to the right, a bunch of knock-off Red Sox ball caps. I breathe in the air, thick with the smell of exhaust, because there's always traffic in Boston. But damn, I have to admit, it feels good. I've missed the city. It's why I took the long way to the club.

I swipe my phone on and call my sister.

“Hi, Ricco,” Vivia says, her voice laced with humor. “If you’re wondering if Marco has somehow woken up or gotten gravely ill in the twenty minutes since your last call, the answer is no.”

I grunt and mutter something about just checking in.

My hair still damp from a shower, I run my fingers through it and walk as casually as I can. I don’t want attention.

I stretch my neck and flex my limbs, sore from today's workout. I pretend I’m not anxious about my son.

“Hey,” she says gently. “I know it’s the first time you’ve left him alone since—in a long time,” she amends. Why do people hesitate to say the name of the person who died?

“Since Martina died, yeah,” I say, sudden anger flaring in my chest. I turn the corner and start walking down the street where Bella Notte’s discreetly tucked in, nearly invisible to the untrained eye but clear enough for those that seek refuge within its walls.

There's a crowd outside of Bella Notte.

Fuck.

There's never a crowd outside.

“Thanks, Viv. I gotta go. Something’s up at the club.”

I unzip my hoodie, making sure that the tattoos along my neck and shoulders are visible. Sometimes, when people don't know who I am, a quick glance at the tats that declare me a Montavio is all it takes.

“Fuccck,” I mutter when I come into closer view of the club.

I’ll need more than the family crest.

I keep my eyes sharp, scanning Bella Notte’s illuminated entrance. The club’s exterior neon lights cast an eerie glow on the street, and a few people are loitering around, some puffing on cigarettes. My gaze narrows in on a guy who looks out of place. He's eyeing the entrance, checking his surroundings with a subtle twitch of his fingers, betraying his nerves as he faces off against my brother.

Hotheaded, loyal, and the guy you’d most want at your back in a fight, my youngest brother Timeo’s done it again. But damn if he hasn't been at the center of every single fucking altercation we've had in the past six months.

The air outside Bella Notte grows thicker with tension the closer I get. I'm on edge, the cool breeze doing nothing to ease the knot in my gut. My instincts never lie, and this guy doesn't pass the test.

"Well, maybe you should've kept a better fucking eye on her!”

Jesus.

I don't recognize the big guy Timeo’s snarling at but do note that even though Timeo’s tall and built, this guy’s no pushover. And he isn’t alone.

"I kept a good eye on her,” he snarls back, advancing on Timeo. “She's the little shit that ran away."

I’d bet half my kingdom the “little shit’s” Starla, and this asshole was supposed to be watching her.

I’d bet the other half that Timeo’s gonna cut this motherfucker.

Here we go.

I run.

A crowd surrounds the two as Timeo decks him.

Fists fly. Onlookers cheer and scream and leer. I zero in on Timeo. I’d knife a motherfucker to death before I’d let anyone hurt my brother.

Timeo’s still standing and he’s knocked three down when I get to him, but they’re not giving up. These assholes came here looking for a fucking fight.

Shit. My first night back and I’m gonna get fucked up. My only job now is to make sure these motherfuckers end up more fucked up than I am.

I grab the biggest by the back of the shirt and haul him back. “Get off him," I growl. "Hit him again and you're fucking done."

I toss another one to the curb and grab Timeo by the arm. I start to shove him behind me when a piercing pain hits me across the back of my neck. I stifle a scream and go down.

Sons of bitches packed a pair of brass knuckles.

I come up swinging this time and nail the asshole who got me right in the jaw.

As he takes another step, I don't hesitate. Instinct takes over. I move swiftly, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back. But he's quicker than I anticipated, a gleaming knife suddenly in his hand, aimed for my gut.

Time slows. My heart races. I react, deflecting his blade with my forearm, the steel grazing my skin. Adrenaline surges through me as I shove him away, creating some distance between us.

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Advertisement Adoration (Montavio Brotherhood #2) Read Online Jane Henry http://www.books2020.com/adoration-montavio-brotherhood-2-read-online-jane-henry Wed, 16 Aug 2023 21:45:27 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/adoration-montavio-brotherhood-2-read-online-jane-henry Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Authors: Jane Henry Series: Montavio Brotherhood Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 72
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In a world shrouded in secrets and desire, Quinn's life takes a treacherous turn when she witnesses Adriano, a dominant and possessive billionaire, commit an act of ruthless vengeance. Quinn faces a choice: give up her life, or become Adriano's wife.

Caught between her past and a dangerous present, Quinn discovers an unlikely sanctuary in the arms of a man trained to kill.

In this gripping story of seduction and power, Quinn and Adriano navigate the dangers of the mafia world. Can obsession be the language of love? Can love transcend the barriers of loyalty and revenge?

"Adoration," a stand-alone novel and spin-off of the Rossi family saga, features a steamy, enemies-to-lovers billionaire romance with a dirty-talking hero who has finally met his match. Mature readers only, please.

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CHAPTER ONE

“SEE NO EVIL…”

Quinn

“Waterproof my ass.” I stand in front of the huge set of mirrors in the Bella Notte restroom and purse my lips. It turns out the drugstore special that advertised mascara so waterproof you could wear it to a funeral was a big fat lie. I grab a paper towel and dab at the streaks of black but only manage to smear it even worse.

A buxom blonde gives me a look of concern as she adjusts her generous breasts in the mirror, but doesn’t ask anything. There’s an unwritten rule at Bella Notte that you don’t ask people if they’re okay unless they ask for help. Some people come here because they want to get fucked up.

My mascara didn’t smear a little because I cried, don't get the wrong idea. It was more that I was kind of… maybe…perspiring a bit. The little streak of white I’d added to my brunette pigtails earlier is a bit askew, so I adjust my hair until I’m satisfied.

Things get a little heated when one is dominated.

When the blonde leaves, swaggering out with the overhead light glinting off her sequined dress, I stare in the mirror. Smiling at myself, I strike a power pose—head held high, chest lifted, hands anchored on my hips. I heard somewhere that if you take a power pose, it energizes you and makes you feel stronger. I like to take one at the club. It reminds me who I am and why I’m here.

I grin in the mirror and give myself a high five—another power move—because right now, at this moment, my nipples are still numb from the clamps, my ass is deliciously on fire, and I can still feel the friction of tied ropes on my wrists.

Squeeee. I have never felt better.

And the night is young. It's only nine o’clock and if I know this Dom, he’s gonna want to go all night long.

Of course, the beauty of this situation is that he’s the rich one. To be a member of Bella Notte you need to have big bucks. Like serious, gold-filled teeth big bucks. I don't have that kind of cash, but I love it here. So, I let him have his way with me and I’m not complaining. We're not exclusive and that’s the important thing, enjoying the best of a friends-with-benefits relationship.

Although, things have gotten a little weird lately. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched, but I wonder if it’s just wishful thinking. I am an exhibitionist, after all.

I thought at first things were off because Eden and Sergio aren’t here as often. They have a baby now, though. Still, I feel a bit more vulnerable without my best friend and her husband, the owner of Bella Notte, watching over everything.

I go back into the club, halfway to cloud nine, riding the euphoria from our session.

First, I go to the private room where we planned to meet.

He isn’t there.

I walk down the hallway to the community room and while there are several faces I know, there are many I don't. In the last year and a half since Sergio Montavio opened Bella Notte, the Montavio clan has expanded. I don't know a lot of the details, but I just happen to be besties with Sergio's wife, and I know it has something to do with him being in a greater position of power because they're married with a kid. Old-fashioned rules? Ha. You could say that.

Supposedly the Montavios are still allies with their cousins the Rossis, but as both groups grow, so do their numbers. I’m not sure what the Montavio list of requirements is, but I kinda wonder if being seriously jacked and hot is on that list. Because all of these guys are jacked… and so hot.

Let's just say Bella Notte is a lot more fun these days and me not having an exclusive relationship is crucial. That said, I’m booked for the night and I’m starting to get a little pissed I can’t find the Dom that agreed to take a crop to my ass.

Sergio has hinted that even if I wasn't with a dominant at the club he would give me a pass, probably because I'm besties with his wife. This all spins through my mind while I look through the beautiful, well-appointed club for my missing Dom.

Where is he? I thought we were just warming up.

Now I’m starting to get a little fired up because he's not here. I check in at the bar. The long, shiny surface of the bar top is smooth under my hands as I lean in, the overhead chandelier glinting against the beautiful bottles and glasses.

"The usual, Quinn?"

I shake my head. I'm not drinking tonight. I like to be in full control of my faculties when I allow someone to intentionally abuse me.

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Advertisement Devotion (Montavio Brotherhood #1) Read Online Jane Henry http://www.books2020.com/devotion-montavio-brotherhood-1-read-online-jane-henry Sun, 09 Jul 2023 00:33:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/devotion-montavio-brotherhood-1-read-online-jane-henry Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Authors: Jane Henry Series: Montavio Brotherhood Series by Jane Henry
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Eden Soul made the brave decision to flee the darkness of her past...

And landed straight in the arms of Boston's most formidable and feared mobster, Sergio Montavio.

She's penniless and virtuous.

He's wealthy and wicked.

She's innocence and light to his depravity and darkness.

But when Sergio makes her an offer she can't refuse, Eden faces a Leave the only refuge she's ever known...or sell her soul to the Devil.

Devotion, a stand-alone novel and spin-off of the Rossi family saga, features a steamy, forbidden love, opposites attract billionaire romance. Mature readers only, please

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CHAPTER ONE

Eden

“I’ll come back for you.”

My words feel like a strangled plea, as if I’m somehow begging Starla to believe me. I need to give her the hope I can barely hold onto myself. My hands in hers, I squeeze, trying to convey with a touch what words can’t.

I’ll move heaven and earth to come back for her, even if it kills me.

And it might.

When she squeezes back, I can feel her own desperation coming off her in waves, but she manages to put on a brave face.

For me.

Starla whispers back, “I know you will.”

I have to pretend I don’t hear the pain in her voice. The worst of it all is having to leave her in misery to set her free.

I stare into my sister’s hopeful blue-gray eyes and see the courage that I need. They see her as less than, as weak and damaged. Imperfect. Cursed, even.

I think she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.

In her plaintive voice, barely above a whisper, she begs me. “Go, Eden. You have to. We’ll be back together again, I know it.”

Somehow, the confirmation that she knows I’ll be back gives me the little boost of courage I need to move. To face the wide-open world that’s a black hole of uncertainty. To leap over the cliff and into the wild.

A twig snaps in the underbrush of the woods beyond the fence.

We both freeze. My heart pounds so fast I’m dizzy. Long minutes pass while we wait for another sound. Finally, I hear a low growl.

I exhale in relief. A wolf or coyote, maybe.

They’re not who I fear.

Starla squeezes my hands again. “Go, Eden. Go!”

We’ve been planning this for months, for me to escape and get what I need to buy us both freedom—a home and money, whatever I can earn as quickly as possible. If I don’t go now, I may not get another chance for a year or more… or ever.

But now that the time has come—when I have to actually leave my sister alone, knowing the punishment she’ll face if anyone ever suspects she helped me escape—I can’t move.

“Eden,” she says in an impassioned plea. “Please. You have to.” She gives me a quick embrace, holding me to her. I can feel the bones in her back, her rib cage pushed up against mine. So thin and frail, she feels as small and fragile as a child even though she’ll be eighteen – and technically an adult— in two years.

I kiss her cheek. My lips are damp with her tears.

I love you, I think, but I don’t say it out loud, because speaking those words to her could send her into a tailspin. We’re not allowed to love anyone but God. It’s heretical, a damnable offense to tell her I love her. And I’ve already given her enough reasons to face the worst penalty.

But I hope she feels it.

I hope she knows it.

One day, I’ll tell her.

But for now, I have to show her.

It’s a scary place to be, when you’re afraid of what lies ahead of you and terrified of what’s behind you. But I love my sister.

So I run.

CHAPTER TWO

Sergio

“Boss?”

Gino’s husky voice draws my attention to the bar. I look over to my bodyguard, our stoic yet fiercely loyal enforcer, built like a brick-eating linebacker. He’s loyal to the core and not what I’d call the most intelligent guy I’ve ever met, but he can knock a grown man out with one solid punch and sniff danger out a mile away. In other words, he’s a goddamn human pit bull.

I’m glad he’s here tonight.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna drink?” he asks. When he grins at me, his gold tooth flashes. Goddamn Italian icon.

I shake my head. Opening night means I need to be in complete control.

“I’m good, thanks.” There’s a time and a place for a drink, but tonight isn’t one of them.

I stand at the entrance of Bella Notte, my pride and joy, and take in every detail. I scan the crowd for any signs of trouble. I can’t help it—Bella Notte is my baby, and the people here are under my protection. I can’t deny the sense of pride, ownership, and responsibility I feel. It’s taken years of work and planning to get here, and I won’t let anything slip. So I’ve checked every lock, gone over every detail, made sure everything is perfect.

Florence Mascarelli, affectionately dubbed “Aunt Flo” by our entire crew, saunters in as if summoned with a platter of meatballs. At first, I didn’t get why half the women in the family would crack up every time I said Aunt Flo was coming to visit, until my cousin Marialena filled me in. “But she likes it, Serg,” she assured me. “Makes her feel feminine.”

And if that doesn’t say anything about who she is, I’m not sure what would.

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