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Saturday, June 23, 2018

Review, Excerpt & Giveaway: Acquainted by London Miller

ACQUAINTED

by London Miller
Publication Date: June 18, 2018

Genres:
Adult, Contemporary, Mafia, Organized Crime, Romance

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 SYNOPSIS
They met under summer showers …

Vera Markovic only wanted a vacation away from New York where everyone knows her as a Russian Mafiya printsessa of the Markovic Bratva. She didn’t expect to find something worth remembering. 
And definitely not a man like Alfie Shelby.

They fell in love when the leaves changed colors …

As New York City’s notorious fixer, Alfie Shelby always gets what he wants—and when he sets his eyes on Vera, he’ll do anything to keep her … even if she’s not sure she wants to be kept.

And they nearly lost it all when the snow started to fall …

She wants nothing to do with a gangster. 
A life of crime is all he knows. 
But neither can deny what they have, even when forces beyond their control try to keep them apart.

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EXCERPT

Venturing down the hallway until she found the vacant office he had stepped out of, Vera walked inside and whirled around to lay into him, but the door had barely closed behind him before he was crossing the room to her, tugging her forward into his embrace by the nape of her neck and slanted his mouth over hers.
A moment of resistance was all she could manage before she was kissing him back, forgetting all about the reasons why she shouldn't.
How could she not kiss him? How could she not get swept up in the intoxicating promise his lips offered?
No one had ever kissed her the way Alfie did—as if he were starving and her mouth was the only thing that would satisfy him.
He made her forget just that easily why she had brought him back here at all, but reality settled back in quickly when something crashed outside the room door, making her jolt and push him away, trying to get her bearings.
"Can't say I didn't miss that, love," he said with a smile that made her heart race.
It was just so blatantly arrogant.
But as easy as it was to get lost in him, she wasn't going to bend that easily. "You could have said this was your restaurant."
He made a low noise in the back of his throat, his expression growing serious. "Would you have come if I did?"
Maybe. "Why wouldn't I?"
He shrugged, resting both hands on top of the cane she was only just now noticing he held. "You're here now, and that's what I wanted."
"I can't work for you," she said quickly, remembering why they were both here.
"Why not?"
"I don't take on clients I've slept with."
It muddied the waters.
Vera had always been very careful to keep a distinct line between her business life and her personal one—and not just because of her family's connections.
"That should make it easier, shouldn't it?" Alfie asked. "You, more than anyone, know what I like."
He would not make her blush. "That has nothing to do with this."
"What's so different?"
"Alfie—"
Before she could get another word out, he was kissing her again. His tongue stroking over hers, his gloved hands tangled in her hair. And for a moment—one sweet, electrifying moment—she got swept up in it with him, kissing him back for all she was worth, clutching his shirt to keep him exactly where he was.
This time, it was Alfie that stopped the kiss. "I've missed that fucking mouth of yours, Vera. I have."
He was far too addictive. "Why didn't you tell me you lived here?"
"It wasn't important."
"Yet, you're here now hiring me for what?"
"Now it's important."
He was impossible. "You asked me here, Alfie, what do you want?"
"Beyond getting this place ready for the soft opening in a couple months?" Alfie asked with a cock of his brow. "I thought we could pick up where we left off."
"Alfie ..."
"Oh, don't say it wasn't good between us," he said with a tit of his head.
No, she couldn't say that at all. She couldn't even bring herself to entertain the thought. Even if they had only spent less than three days in each other's presence, it had still been the most amazing three days of her life.
"That's not the point."
"No? Enlighten me."
"I can't work for you and sleep with you."
His expression changed so quickly, she almost laughed. "Why the hell not?"
"Because I don't mix business and pleasure. So, if you want me to work for you, then that's all it's going to be. Work."
He looked as if the last thing he wanted was to agree, but eventually he said, "Fine."
"Glad we understand each other."
Alfie leaned in close to her, resting one hand on each side of her hips. "But after ... you're mine."
"You're awfully confident."
"As if I don't have a reason to be, but don't worry," he said, tracing the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. "I'll keep my hands to myself ... unless you ask for it."
"Not going to happen." Again.
"Come now, love. Let's not say things we don't mean."
Arrogant and infuriating. Of course the first man that had interested her in years had to be a combination of the two. "If we're going to do this—"
"We are," he said cutting her off.
"If we are, then there needs to be some sort of ground rules."
His smile was placating. "Right, let's hear them."
"No kissing me."
"Unless you ask."
"Alfie ..."
"You have a lovely mouth, Vera. What kind of man would I be to deny myself?"
Moving on. "And no attempting to seduce me."
He scoffed. "During working hours."
Vera threw her hands up, realizing that there was no way she would win in this argument against him. "What's the point of the rules if you're just going to ignore them."
"I hear you quite fine, love. Quite fine. I'm even willing to play this little game of yours because I know how it'll end."
She knew better than to ask—knew even that whatever he was going to say, she wasn't going to like—but she couldn't help herself. "How's that?"
"In my bed."
"I wouldn't count on it."
"Have you thought about it?" he asked out of the blue, catching her off guard.
"Thought about what?"
"Punta de Mita."
Her cheeks bloomed with heat as she thought of that last night they shared together. "Sparingly."
His smile said he didn't believe her. "I think about it often because once wasn't nearly enough."
"We're going to keep this professional, Alfie. That's the only way this can work."
"And when you beg for it, know that I'm going to give you exactly what your eyes are asking for right now."
The smart decision would have been to end it there, to just tell him she couldn't work for him and walk away. She didn't believe, mostly, that he would try to stop her, but the rational side of her seemed to turn off where Alfie was concerned.
So instead of walking away, she knew she would take the job.
Consequences be damned. 


What I thought about Acquainted

Vera Markovic wants nothing to do with the family business. She's not at all fond of what her father does, or his methods.  While on vacation she meets Alfie, who embodies all "family" businesses as he's a fixer, working for the mobs without any specific affiliation to any one family.  Of course they are attracted to each other without knowing all the details of who and what they are.

I was drawn into this story in the opening pages and I like that when reading a relatively "new to me" author. Alfie is persuasive and sexy and Vera is open to what Alfie has to offer.  When they meet up later in New York, they haven't forgotten the chemistry they have in the bedroom.

Of course,  there's some good action as I would expect from a mob romance and the usual lies and omissions that serve as the conflict between the main characters. Told in dual POV, Acquainted is more focused on the romantic relations than the family business.
 
 There's a nice cast of supporting characters that I found myself drawn to.  I might be tempted to read the associated series by  That's a good thing.
I see there is a related series called Seasons of Betrayal that I might like to check out for more background on the characters.

This forbidden romance ends with a happy for now and while it's a standalone, it looks like there may be more story coming in this world, which intrigues me, because I liked this enough to be left wanting just a little more.

ABOUT LONDON MILLER

With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series.
She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.

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Monday, June 18, 2018

Release Day Excerpt & Giveaway:Acquainted by London Miller

ACQUAINTED

by London Miller
Publication Date:
June 18, 2018

Genres:
Adult, Contemporary, Mafia, Organized Crime, Romance


AVAILABLE NOW!

Amazon / Kindle Unlimited: https://amzn.to/2t8uq7Q
Amazon Paperback: https://amzn.to/2JKPAEl

SYNOPSIS

They met under summer showers …
Vera Markovic only wanted a vacation away from New York where everyone knows her as a Russian Mafiya printsessa of the Markovic Bratva. She didn’t expect to find something worth remembering. And definitely not a man like Alfie Shelby.
They fell in love when the leaves changed colors …
As New York City’s notorious fixer, Alfie Shelby always gets what he wants—and when he sets his eyes on Vera, he’ll do anything to keep her … even if she’s not sure she wants to be kept.
And they nearly lost it all when the snow started to fall …
She wants nothing to do with a gangster. A life of crime is all he knows. But neither can deny what they have, even when forces beyond their control try to keep them apart.

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 EXCERPT
Trying to do anything to her hair that wasn't throwing it up into a messy, but stylish bun was out of the question. The humidity already had strands sticking to the back of her neck, and had she actually bothered with curling it, Vera was sure they would have fallen by now.
Not that it mattered much. She was supposed to be here on vacation—a time for her to relax and enjoy herself without care of anything else.
Which was why, despite the allure of a new project calling her name, she had left her villa and walked over to the bar where more than a dozen people already littered the floor and drinks were being passed all around.
After a minute of careful shuffling and quiet apologies, she made it to the bar, waiting until the bartender looked in her direction before she lifted her hand to signal she was ready to order.
A woman wearing a sheer dress that showed more than it covered stumbled off her stool, her date quickly moving after her. Glancing in their direction to make sure they weren't returning, Vera claimed one of the empty seats.
Nearly to the second she sat, a figure moved from her peripheral and sat across from her, his smile wide and his eyes a little feverish.
Already drunk, if she had to guess.
The worst kind of men in a bar.
"You've got a great pair of legs on you," he said with obvious approval as he blatantly looked down at her legs and lingered there.
Even if she had ignored the fact that she could smell the liquor on him, he wasn't helping his case by being utterly clueless.
“Ne trat’te svoye vremya—Don't even waste your time," she told him in Russian, hoping he would get the hint and just move away, but it was clear her not speaking English didn't mean a thing to him.
If anything, his smile grew a little wider.
"You," he said a little louder, stressing the word, as if if he spoke louder, she would understand him better. "have nice—" then he pointed at her legs.
Vera rolled her eyes and turned in her seat, electing to ignore him. Hoping that if she pretended he didn't exist for long enough, then he would just go away.
The bartender finally reached her, a customary smile curling his lips. "What can I get you?" he asked.
"Sex on the beach," she answered, not bothering to even look at her unwelcome guest as his brow furrowed at her speaking English.
Idiot.
It was another few minutes of him stumbling over his words and blatantly eyeing her before she finally had her drink in hand and she could at least have this going for her if she would have to suffer through him not having a clue.
Her gaze moved around the bar, over the dancing couples of the floor, people seated at tables and enjoying food, but in her casual observance, that's when she noticed him.
Even in the sea of people all around, it was impossible not to notice him. He stood out amongst the vacationers wearing khaki shorts and bikinis, already three sheets to the wind. Instead, he was in a pair of dark wash jeans, tailored to his muscular thighs, and a plain white T-shirt that did nothing to hide the muscles beneath it.
His attire might have been casual, but there was nothing about the man that seemed remotely casual at all.
And he was watching her.
She had thought, as she lifted her drink, tucking the straw between her lips, that he would look away once he noticed her attention on him. That he would be embarrassed to be caught staring as most men were, but he didn't blink, or avert his gaze. A corner of his mouth tugged up into a slight, but arrogant smile.
He wanted her to know she had his attention.
Vera found herself smiling despite herself.
There were usually two type of men that wanted her attention. Businessmen who wanted her to heed to them—for her to be a pet of some sort. Smile when she was spoken to and be glorified arm candy.
Then there were the thrill seekers who thought that because her last name was Markovic that they would earn themselves some sort of prestige.
She doubted very much this man was the second considering he couldn't possibly know who she was or even where she was from—and she was sure he wasn't a part of her father's organization because he was just a little too scruffy—but if he was the first ... he would learn all too quickly that she wasn't any man's pet.
The man he was seated with, with sandy blond hair that was styled in that way that seemed to be in at the moment, was still speaking to him, but realized all too quickly that he no longer had the man's attention. A fact that was solidified when he stood and threw back his drink before he left the private area where they were sitting to walk over to her.
She had every opportunity to get up and leave if she wanted to. But as he crossed the floor, people moving out of his way without him having to utter a single word, she remained where she sat, curiosity thrumming through her.
Vera couldn't remember the last time she felt a thrill quite like this—and before he had even spoken a word to her. But there was just something about him that commanded attention.
The way he seemed to own the room. How broad his shoulders were. The unruly beard that she was now wondering how it would feel.
Lust, she thought a moment later. This was what lust at first sight felt like.
She counted down the seconds as his long-legged stride ate up the distance between them until he was suddenly there, right beside her, and she could smell the woodsy aroma of the cologne he wore that only added to his appeal.
"Is he bothering you, luv?" he asked, with a cant of his head in the direction of the man who hadn't known how to take no for an answer.
That accent—rough around the edges, lilting around the L's. That would have been enough for her to entertain him for more than a few minutes, but that, as well as the rest of him ... he had her full attention.
"Listen, man—"
"Why don't you fuck on off, yeah?" her stranger—her stranger?—said, hardly looking away from her. As though she were the only one worthy of his attention.
"Who the hell do you—" the man started, but hesitated when he got to his feet and realized just who he was up against.
He might have been tall, was even lean a bit, but he had nothing on her stranger. The man had a solid fifty pounds on him, if not more, and there was a hardness to him that said he really didn't want to pick a fight with him.
Whatever he thought to say, he swallowed it back down and quickly made his exit without looking at either of them.
A smile fought its way onto her face. "I could have taken care of him, you know."
"Oh, that wasn't for you, luv," he said as he took the man's vacated seat. "That was entirely for me. I wanted your attention and now I have it."
He'd had her attention long before now, but she didn't bother telling him that. "And you are?"
He extended his hand in her direction, wrapping his much bigger one around hers, then closing tight. She didn't think her hand had ever felt more smaller than it did now. "Alfie Shelby."
Alfie.
How ridiculous that she even liked his name. "Vera Markovic."
His expression didn't change when she said her name, merely kept that same casual interest that had been there since he was across the room. That managed to make her relax further. He didn't know who she was, or where she had come from.
She liked it that way.
"It's a pleasure, Vera," he said as he lifted her hand and briefly kissed the back of her knuckles.
It was such a contradiction—the hard man on the exterior compared to the gentleman like qualities he possessed. She couldn't say she didn't like it.
"Are you here alone?" he asked a second later.
"Smart girls know not to answer that," she answered with another sip of her drink, gently extracting her hand. Curious or not, gorgeous or not, she wasn't a fool. And she knew all too well the kinds of men that were in the world.
If he was offended, Alfie didn't show it. Instead, his smile grew a touch. "Fair enough."
His gaze left her for a moment as he signaled for the bartender who, despite already serving one customer, came right over. It made her wonder just who he was.
As he ordered—a rum and coke for himself, another of whatever she was drinking—Vera looked him over. It was second nature to look for tattoos that symbolized a life of crime. She could read any of them as well as any man in her father's organization.
It had become common practice for her when she realized her father had men trail her on occasion.
But beyond a British flag that was tattooed over his heart, she didn't see anything that would tie him back to her father, or any family that she knew of.
Another point in his favor.
As the bartender scurried away to fulfill their drink order, Alfie looked at her again. "D'you want to go out with me?"
Her brows shot up in surprise. "You don't waste any time, do you?"
"Not when I know what I want," he returned easily.
Confidently.
But she couldn't say she minded.
"Okay," she answered before she could talk herself out of it.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. I'm free tomorrow."
"Six tomorrow then, luv?"
"I'm in twenty-six."
He nodded once and moved back to his feet just as the bartender was setting their drinks on the bar between them.
She expected him to walk away, not that he had her affirmation, but he stepped closer to her, making her look up at him, but Alfie merely leaned in close enough to press his lips against her jaw then said, "Sweet dreams, Vera," before he was grabbing his drink and walking back to his booth.
Vera wasn't often intrigued by men enough to agree to a date within five minutes of learning their name, but Alfie ... she was almost sure he would be impossible to say no to.



ABOUT LONDON MILLER

With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series.
She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.

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Friday, August 5, 2016

Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway: Celt by London Miller

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CELT

by London Miller Den of Mercenaries #2  
Publication Date: July 25, 2016  
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance

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Synopsis:  

Welcome to the Den …  

Six minutes is all he needs to get a job done …  

Kyrnon “Celt” Murphy is one of the best thieves in the world. After all, his childhood was spent with a caravan of Irish Travelers that taught him everything he knows.  

He got in … He got out … No witnesses …  

When his latest assignment, one that even the best of thieves couldn’t pull off, brings him into contact with a girl that awakens a part of him he long thought dead, Kyrnon is reluctant to walk away. But in his trade, witnesses meant consequences … And sometimes those consequences meant death …

**NOTE** CELT is book #2 in the Den of Mercenaries series, BUT can be read as a STANDALONE. 

 
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Synopsis: 

Welcome to the Den…

Seven years ago, Niklaus “Red” Volkov was offered an opportunity, one that would give him the ability to even the score with the Albanian mobsters that had tortured him for days and took the life of the only girl he’d loved. But that gift came with strings…

Molded into the perfect soldier, Niklaus joined an elite group of mercenaries, loyal to a mysterious man known only as The Kingmaker. He willingly paid the price for means to fulfill the vendetta that plagued him each day.

Vengeance was all he knew…
And death was all he lived for…
Until it wasn’t…
Until her…

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ABOUT LONDON MILLER

London Miller
With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series. She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.
 

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