Omg!!! It's here!!! I'm so excited to finally be getting this next installment of the Eagle Elite Series. Tex was always an interesting character and now we get to see his side of the story. We get to see things from his point of view. We are going to see his trials and tribulations and what he needs to do. I cannot wait to read this book!!!!!!
SYNOPSIS:
Cursed, numb,
rejected, scorned, wicked, sinister, dark, twisted...my name is Tex Campisi and
this is my legacy. I killed my father in cold blood and lost my soul right
along with him. I crave war more than peace, and I'm about to take my place in
history as the youngest Capo dei Capi in the Cosa Nostra...that is until
someone stops me, saves me from myself.
But the only
person able to do that...is my best friends sister, Mo Abandanato, and she just
ripped my heart out and asked me to hold it in my hands while she put bullets
through it.
I’m cursed so I
did it.
I'm numb so I
held it.
I'm wicked so I
liked it.
I used the pain
Mo caused as a catalyst to turn into my biggest nightmare--the five families
greatest enemy. It's my turn to take a stand, knowing full well I'm going to
lose my mind to the madness that is the American Mafia. I've always been told
Blood is thicker than life. I wish I would have listened.
Because
regardless of who you love? You will betray. You will kill.
Blood Always
Wins. The only way out is death...yours.
Welcome to the
Dark Side of the Family
Excerpt:
"Eight
minutes where I'd rather time didn't exist." I whispered watching pain
roll across his face in a wave. "Kiss me again."
With a soft exhale, he brushed his lips
across mine, little feathery strokes that tempted me with promises of something
more. He used his tongue to trace the outline of my lips before sliding inside,
past my teeth, tasting every inch of me, giving me every inch he could of
himself. Living in the moment, both of us knowing that it would soon be over.
"Seven."
I whispered against his mouth.
"Go
to school," he urged for a second time. "Make mistakes, Mo. Get in
trouble, let Nixon find you sneaking wine into your backpack. Get sent to the
Dean's office, make mistakes," he said again then licked his lips.
"Let someone pick up the pieces of your broken heart, let someone fix what
I destroyed."
"What
if I want to drop out and hermit myself in my room?" I refused to look at
him.
"That's
not living, Mo." Tex cupped my face. "I have five minutes left with
you, do you want me to use it to kiss you or lecture you on why I'm
right?"
I
grinned as a tear slid down my cheek. "Both."
His
smile matched mine. "I forget how much you like being scolded."
"Only
if the one scolding has a firm hand."
"Every
last inch of me is firm and you know it." Tex tugged me into his lap.
"School will distract you, it will give you a better future then guns and
war, it will take your focus from tragedy to the future. Please, for me, Mo,
please try to do normal."
"Normal."
I shook my head. "Not sure I know what that word is."
"Normal,"
Tex repeated. "Making love to someone under a tree not because you have to
say goodbye, but because it's the best way you can think to say hello."
My lower lip quivered.
"Normal." His voice was hoarse.
"Marrying the love of your life not because her brother shoots you at
point blank range--but because not marrying her would be a fate worse than
death."
He was silent then added, "Three
minutes."
I
clenched his shirt with my hands and fought the urge to sob against his chest.
"Normal." Tex's voice was barely audible. "Going from country to
country, traveling all over the world, not because you have a hit on you, but
because you want to see the girl you love smile in every country God ever
created."
I
knew the time was ticking by, it seemed the less time we had the faster it
went, I guess that's life.
I
was looking at two more minutes, maybe less, with my lover, my friend, and all
I could do was clench his shirt in my hands and twist, somehow willing him to
stay on the ground rather than get up and walk towards certain death.
"Normal."
Tex moved to his feet, helping me up. "Giving the woman you love two hours
of your time, because you can't imagine spending your minutes, those precious
seconds, any other way." Tex kissed my mouth hard, nearly bruising my lips
before stepping back and kissing my nose.
"Time's
up," he said gruffly.
"We're no longer friends." I said it
as a statement, not even a question.
"For two hours I was your lover, your friend, your everything." Tex looked away. "For the rest of eternity -- I'm now your enemy."
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Rachel Van Dyken
is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of
regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her
drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The
Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer,
Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her
writing journey at http://rachelvandykenauthor.com/
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