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I’m so thrilled that Mob Mistress, my follow up to The Bossman has finally hit the stands (if there were actually stands to hit for ebooks, that is). I would do the happiest of happy dances if you would boogie on over to Amazon and pick yourself up a copy!! Here’s a little sneak preview:
“So this is the place,” Bobby said, tossing her the keys after he opened the door to his apartment. “The washer and dryer are in that closet over there. Garbage gets dumped in the bin in the parking garage. The cleaners come in every other Tuesday, around noon.”
His Chicago high-rise apartment shone with posh polished hardwood floors, travertine tile countertops, gleaming stainless appliances. She had never lived in any sort of luxury — her middle-class Kansas upbringing and ten years making ends meet in the Windy City had not afforded such opulence.
She looked around, imagining what it would be like to make this arrangement with Bobby long-term, to move into this place and be his goomah. She looked down at the keys.
“Are you really giving these to me? Just like that?”
He stepped closer. “Yeah.”
She wrinkled her brow. “But you don’t even know me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll walk off with your television or something?”
He made a scoffing sound. “Nobody steals from Bobby Manghini.”
The reality of his statement hit home. Of course not. No one robs a mafia boss if they want to live. The blood drained from her face.
He noticed and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her against him. “Hey,” he said softly. “That wasn’t a threat. I know you wouldn’t steal from me.”
“How do you know?” she persisted.
“I know people. You have moral standards.”
“What else do you think you know about me?”
“I know the fact that you need this place is the only reason you’re considering getting involved with a guy like me. I know it goes against your better instincts. But I also know you liked the sex and you’re ready for more.”
She stared at him, shocked at how easily he had read her. Her nipples had gone hard at the mention of sex — he’d been right on all accounts. She did want him again. Licking her lips, she said, “So, how would this work?”
“Here’s the deal. You make yourself available to me. If you’re not working at the hair salon, your time is mine. You don’t have to sit around and wait for me — I’ll text you in advance, but you don’t tell me you’re busy, got it? If you have plans, you change them.”
“No men here, ever. You don’t sleep with or date other men.”
“Capisce,” she said, trying out her Italian.
His lips twitched. “Capito,” he corrected.
“Sorry. I’m a quick learner, I promise.”
“Yeah, you’re a smart girl, I know that. You listen more than you talk and you don’t make stupid remarks.”
“Is that your definition of smart?”
He looked amused, his brown eyes all-knowing, the thick dark lashes giving him a permanently sultry look. “Yeah.”
A lick of heat set her pussy on fire when their eyes caught and held.
“You are my goomah. That means you don’t mix with my immediate family. I will count on your discretion.”
“Of course,” she agreed.
“One more rule. The most important one,” he said holding her eyes with an intensity that made her belly flip. He took on a stern look. “You don’t talk about me to anyone. Not when I come, when I go. Not what I say. Not what we do. Not anything. Understand?”
“Breaking any of my rules will get you punished.”
She drew in a breath, hardly daring to ask. “Punished?”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “Yeah, spanked. Whipped. Punished. Got it?”
She almost laughed. She had expected him to say whacked. Maybe she’d watched too many Sopranos episodes. But Bobby Manghini had a kinky side, it seemed. And the idea of his asserting his authority over her with physical punishment did not dim his appeal one bit.
“I understand,” she said. “Capito.”
“Do we have a deal?”
When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.
Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man
Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package — a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.
Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?
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