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Title: BECOMING THE BOSS
Author: Hayley Faiman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: May 23rd
About BECOMING THE BOSS:
Luciana Rossi is untouchable, the Principessa of the Zanetti Famiglia, until one day she becomes extremely vulnerable. Unsure of who to trust, or where to turn, she follows the man that she’s had a connection with since childhood.
Gavino Santoro is hungry. He craves power, control, and Luciana. Taking over the Zanetti Famiglia has been his goal since he began climbing the ranks of one of New York’s most powerful families.
Now that the power he craves is within his grasp, he needs the wife that will complete his image of being the new Zanetti Boss. Even if he has to lie and manipulate the beautiful woman to bend her to his will.
Two people doomed by circumstance. An organization in upheaval. Nothing but uncertainty in the future. Morality is nothing but a concept. This is the beginning of the Zanetti Famiglia’s new empire.
Peeking my tongue out, I take a daring chance and taste his bottom lip. He tastes like brandy and cigarettes, mixed with a spicy cologne. He’s delicious. “Do you want to own a fallen princess, Gavvy?” I exhale.
His fingers slide down my waist, gripping my ass ruthlessly hard, his fingers digging into the flesh. I should cry out, but instead, I moan, enjoying how good the bite of pain feels. His hips flex and I feel the unmistakable hardness of his cock press against my belly.
“I already own you, Luciana. I own you and I’ll selfishly use you, then I’ll sell you to the highest bidder,” he announces softly.
His warning, it should terrify me. I should push him away, slap his face, and spit in his eye. What I definitely should not do, is press my mouth against his, I shouldn’t slip my tongue between his lips, and lastly, I shouldn’t moan when his already tight grip on my ass become even tighter.
Gavino, quickly breaks the kiss, taking a step back, his eyes focused on mine. “Pack your personal shit, Luciana. You have five minutes,” he warns.
He doesn’t even look winded from our kiss, he looks completely unaffected, his jaw clenched hard and his eyes showing zero emotion. I nod, taking a step back, attempting to catch my breath. He may be unaffected, but that doesn’t mean that I am. There is no way to deny that even as scared as I am, as terrified of what the future holds, and his warnings—I want him.
About the Author:
I was born and raised in a small farming town in California. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 19. We married four years later and have two little boys! We lived in Oregon for a few years while he served in the US Coast Guard.
Texas is now where we call home, where our boots rest, and where we’re raising our two little boys and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.