With my life on the line, will I risk it all once more to find safety in the arms of a filthy hot O’Donnelly?
Filthy Hot, an all-new opposites attract mafia romance from Serena Akeroyd, is available now!
The second our eyes meet, I feel it.
The ticking clock.
It's only a matter of time before we come together.
Before the heat that arcs between us turns into a conflagration.
But he's a mobster. An O’Donnelly. His notoriety is legendary.
I'm a journalist. I expose men like him, which is how I built my reputation.
Manipulating the truth is how the Five Points forged their name. It's why he's one of NYC's most eligible bachelors, after all.
Whereas for me, the truth is my calling.
My purpose.
With my life on the line, will I risk it all once more to find safety in the arms of a filthy hot O’Donnelly?
Read our story in this opposites attract mafia romance, Filthy Hot, the fifth book in the Five Points' Mob Collection.
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Excerpt:
Her make-up was exquisite. Perfect. Utterly beautiful.
I wanted to wreck it.
I wanted to mar it, because the second we walked through those fucking doors, there’d be men there who’d see her. Who’d want her. Who’d want something that everything inside me screamed was mine.
My thumb twitched as I reached her lips. Bright red and glossy with it, they parted at the digit’s approach, and I let my gaze drift from the gleaming, pouting morsel and up to her eyes.
Nostrils flaring when I saw the challenge in hers, I growled under my breath and did as my instincts insisted.
I let my thumb slide through that gloss, dragging it aside and onto her cheek, smearing perfection. Sullying it.
"Feel better?" she rasped, no anger, more like amusement lacing her tone at my antics, as her hands came around my hips, lowering to my ass as she pressed harder, making sure that both of us were well aware I had a boner.
Much as she’d done, I threw that back at her: "Does it feel like I feel better?"
She shook her head, her eyes darkening as she rolled her hips.
"You’ll get burned," I warned her.
"Maybe I want to. Maybe that’s exactly what I need.
I stared at the smeared lipstick, at the mess I’d made, then I leaned forward and pushed my cheek against her clean one. "There’ll come a time when you’ll push me too far and too fast."
"I hope so. Where would be the fun in taking things slow?"
I had to smile, but before I pulled back, feeling the deceleration of the elevator, I darted forward, nipped her earlobe hard enough to make her squeal, then murmured, "Do not reapply the lipstick when you head to the restroom." I saw her mutinous expression and warned, "Pick your battles, little one."
A shaky sigh escaped her, and I knew why. It had nothing to do with my dictate, and everything to do with the term of endearment. It hadn’t slipped out by mistake. It just felt right. Seemed she agreed because it turned her to goo in my arms.
About Serena:
I’m a romance bookaholic and I won’t touch a book unless I know there’s a happy ending. This addiction is what made me craft stories that suit my voracious need for raunchy romance. I love twists and unexpected turns, and my novels all contain sexy guys, dark humor, and hot AF love scenes.
I write MF, Menage, and Reverse Harem (also known as Why Choose romance,) in both contemporary and paranormal. Some of my stories are darker than others, but I can promise you one thing, you will always get the happy ending your heart needs!
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