Filthy Marcellos: Lucian
Book
One in the Filthy Marcellos Trilogy
Genre:
Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Organized Crime, Suspense
Length:
98k, full length
Release
Date: February 2nd, 2015
Donna's Thoughts:
Lucian Marcello wasn’t
always his name, but that was a long time ago when he had nothing and no one,
until his father’s best friend found him, took him in and made him the man he
is today.
Jordyn’s mom took her away
from her father when she was a toddler and died of an over dose when Jordyn was
a teenager, leaving her in the care of the MC they had become involved with.
Life’s not easy when the president doesn’t like you and it only gets worse when
he makes you club property. Jordyn has no hope for survival.
Ok, first I want to start
off by saying, being raised in an Italian home, I was taught to call the close
friends of my grandmother Goomah, the term of respect, the word for godmother.
Imagine my surprise when, while reading this book, the term was used to
indicate a mistress. Wow, what a shock, gotta love dialect!
“I know, but if someone
really wants to kill me, sweetheart, bulletproof glass isn’t going to save me.”
Jordyn frowned. “Thanks for the reassurance.”
I loved this book,
absolutely LOVED this book. Again, being of Italian descent, this book reminded
me of my childhood with the big Sunday meals and the tons of extended family,
the closeness of us all. No, my family is not a part of La Costra Nostra or the
Mafioso, but Italian is Italian. Lucian is a hot blooded Italian man, full of
passion. My iPad screen was steaming up because of him, mmm mmm mmm. Jordyn has
absolutely no idea what she is getting herself into, but she never falters. One
life is the fire and the other the frying pan and believe me when I say, she
can handle the heat. She is one strong woman!! I cannot wait until the next
book in this series is released. I give this book 5 stars and 4 hands down the pants!!
Blurb:
She is exactly what he didn’t know he was looking for.
Jordyn Reese spends her time trying to stay under the radar of a man who wouldn’t think twice about killing her. Unwillingly affiliated with a dangerous MC gang, her life is dominated by the men surrounding her and her future rests solely in how useful she can be for them. The last thing she needs is some Mafioso gaining her more unwanted attention from the club.
He is everything she should stay away from but can’t.
Notoriously violent when it comes to getting what he wants, Lucian will stop at nothing to make the target on Jordyn’s back disappear. But sometimes the worst threats are the ones you can’t see until it’s too late. The truth behind Lucian’s history is about to take center stage in more ways than one, and it’ll either save him … or kill him.
This world leaves everyone a little filthy.
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Out
of the corners of his eyes, Lucian did see part of her bare shoulder and the
black curls hiding her face, though. It wasn’t so much the amount of flesh she
was showing as it was the peeks of what looked like a cherry blossom tattoo
crawling over her shoulder and dipping down her back where it disappeared from
his sight.
“Hello,
guys. I’m Jordyn. I’ll be serving you tonight, or something close to it.
What’ll it be?”
The
sultry tone of her voice was something Lucian and his body noticed the moment
she spoke. It was almost like a mixture of innocence and experience, if that
were possible. She didn’t sound entirely bored, but she didn’t sound like she
was in it to win it with her job, either.
Dante
looked to his father, his earlier comment about not consuming the drinks being
silently said again. Antony must have took note.
“A
bottle of Jack, unopened. Four—” Antony stopped up short, his lips tugging down
into a frown as he passed a glance towards Gio. The youngest brother certainly
didn’t need to be drinking tonight. “Make that three glasses. We’ll pour.”
Leaning
forward was the worst mistake Lucian made since waking up that day. He
certainly hadn’t expected to see her
again. At least not in a place like this. She was on his mind all damned week,
those eyes of hers, cream-like flesh, and a mouth that just at the sight alone,
make his own water.
What’d
she call herself? Jordyn, was it?
Merda.
Shit
was right—he was in so much of it.
Suddenly,
Lucian was not in the zone like he needed to be.
He
was so incredibly fucked.
Also,
Lucian realized he was right about his first assumption when he thought she had
ink under her dress that day at the confessional box. Cherry blossoms started
somewhere beneath the lace and leather bottoms she wore and trailed up over her
side, before crossing over her left breast which was also covered by nothing
but a lace and leather brassiere, and then curved over her shoulder.
There
was another tattoo, too, but in the darkness, Lucian couldn’t read the scripted
words.
Strangely,
the immediate rush of possessiveness that flooded his veins surprised him. She
was still so beautiful, like crazy. The more skin his gaze crawled over, the
tighter his pants became. Lucian caught himself wondering what those blossoms
would taste like under his tongue.
Yeah,
he was not where he needed to be. This unknown woman knocked him off kilter and
she probably didn’t even know it. What was wrong with him?
Unfortunately,
his father seemed to realize his son’s abrupt change in posture and mood.
“Lucian?”
At
the sound of his name, the girl’s—Jordyn,
he reminded himself—eyes flashed to meet his in the corner, those dark lashes
of hers blinking rapidly like she also didn’t believe what she was seeing.
Lucian swallowed the thickness building in his throat. Thankfully, Jordyn
didn’t act like they had ever met or seen one another before. She simply went
on doing her own business.
“Unopened
bottle of Jack and three glasses. Anything else?” she asked, avoiding Lucian’s
piercing gaze.
“Yes,”
Antony said, still watching Lucian closely. “The owner is Ron Daney, correct?”
Jordyn
stood a little stiffer, her shoulders squaring. “I beg your pardon?”
“The
owner is Ron Daney, Vice President of the Brooklyn chapter of The Sons of
Hell,” Lucian said gruffly, trying to swallow back the huskiness forming.
“We’re not ATF or the feds, let’s just be clear on that, sweetheart. Ron, he’s
in tonight, yes?”
Jordyn
nodded warily. “Always is.”
“Good,”
Antony replied with a grin. “Send him a drink, whatever he likes. Do be sure to
tell him it’s from a guest. Antony Marcello and his crew. Do not mistake my
name when you tell him. Be sure to point me out so he sees me. Understood?”
“Got
it.”
With that, the woman Lucian simply needed to
glance at to turn his skin ablaze and his heart stuttering, was walking away.
She
didn’t look back.
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Filthy Marcellos:
La Cosa Nostra is not just a choice of regime and routine, it’s a culture. Born as mafia royalty, the Marcello brothers were raised ingrained with the beliefs and rules of what it meant to be a Mafioso prince. It is for life. Their status is considered a given right. They will always be these people. They will always be Marcellos.
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| Dante, Book Three Goodreads TBR |
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something ... when she can find the time.
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