Ruling the Mob – Release Blitz

Author: Kristen Luciani

Publication Date: September 20th, 2018

Blurb:

Nico

Now he’s back, just like I always knew he would be. He’s angry, tortured, and out for blood.



Shaye

Now I feel as if I’m locked in a tower, alone and isolated from the man I love. He’s the one who saved me.



Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling author and momtrepreneur with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…



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Ruling the Mob –

 “Be prepared. Be ready. Be careful.



Bits of conversations ricochet off the walls of my mind, eating away at my confidence to uncover an all-consuming fear that lurks inside me like a predator ready to strike.



And most of all, he knows it.



Weakness gets you killed.



I slide my key into the lock and grasp the brass doorknob, ready to turn, ready to put this day behind me. Each day is just like the last…work, work, work, wonder…work some more…wonder some more. It’s the wondering part that has my brain twisted. I never wonder. I always know.



I don’t f*cking like it one bit, and the loss of control is crippling. And I don’t know how much longer I can bury this shit and hang on to my last shreds of sanity. Sometimes I think these mind fucks are worse than someone putting a bullet in my brain.



The way I wanted it to be.



I toss my keys into a bowl on the hall table, nearly missing it because I can’t really see it. I kick off my shoes and take the stairs two at a time. Seconds pass and I’m no closer to the top. The staircase looms above me. The faster I jog upward, the faster the steps seem to regenerate.



I place my hand on the railing, but I don’t feel the smooth wood grain along my palm. Instead, it’s submerged into a sticky, gel-like-liquid…like quicksand. I yank and pull, but it’s useless. My hand is stuck.



I can’t move. But maybe I can scream. If Shaye is upstairs, she’ll hear me and we’ll figure this out together. “Shaye!” My mind hears the scream, but my mouth is still closed tight. I try to force my lips apart, but they’re stuck. Just like my body.



My ears perk up. She’s calling me! She is here! I try again. “Shaye!”



“Help me, Nico!”



I know that laugh. I’ve never heard it before, but I know it.



“Help! Please!”



It may be too late…