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YEAR OF THE SCORPIO: PART ONE
(Year of the Scorpio)
by Stacy Gail
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
LENGTH: Novel-Plus (109,000 words)
RELEASE DATE: Oct. 9, 2016
They call me Dash.
Sixteen years ago my brother and I were kidnapped. The Scorpeones believed our father, boss of the Vitaliev Bratva, could be pressured into relinquishing his hold on Chicago’s underworld.
They were dead wrong.
Ultimately the Scorpeones made the youngest of their family pay for their sins. I tried not to care. Marco Polo Scorpeone, the hostage whose life was forfeit if his family moved on the Vitalievs, was the enemy. Why should I care if he was tortured worse than a prisoner of war?
Except I did care.
For sixteen years I’ve cared, more than I can say.
They call me Scorpio.
There was no light in my world. Then I saw Dash smile.
No voice could pierce my darkness. Then I heard Dash speak.
I’ve killed to survive. Killed to please my handler. Hell, I’ve killed to please myself. Killing is what I do.
I know I’m not good enough for Dash, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that she’s mine, from now until the end of time. But that time might be nearer than I think, because someone deadlier than me is closing in…
Author’s Note: This is the first half of a two-part story arc. YEAR OF THE SCORPIO: PART ONE ends on a cliffhanger, which will be concluded in YEAR OF THE SCORPIO: PART TWO. You have been warned.
***TRIGGER WARNING: This is a DARK mafia romance. In addition to several scenes with strong sexual content, there are also scenes involving violence, death, gun play, mention of sexual abuse, and adult language. Due to the nature of this book, it is intended for 18+ audiences only***
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“I’m
pretty sure Chicago’s Future was dealt a mortal blow today. Tiffany
Stoddard-Fanning is the center of the charity community in Chicago, and to say
she was upset by being held hostage by a power-mad cop is putting it mildly.
All she has to do is tell a few contributors that I’m a shady, drug-dealing
Russian mobster like my father, and suddenly I’ve got zero donations coming
in.” And it hurt. It was bad enough, thinking that this might be the end of my
dream of making some kind of difference in the world, but saying it out loud
crushed me.
That
darkness in his eyes deepened. “Tell me how to fix it, and I’ll do it.”
“You
can’t un-ring a bell, Polo.”
“So?”
“So,
you can’t un-traumatize a snooty socialite, whose idea of hardship before today
was having dinner without an onsite sommelier.”
“I
could always ask her, politely of course, to keep her fucking yap shut.”
Politely.
Uh-huh. I could imagine. “You’ve already saved me enough times in the past
twenty-four hours.”
“There’s
no cap on how many times I can save you.”
“That
doesn’t seem fair. When will I ever get a chance to save you?”
“You
saved me from tangling assholes with that sonofabitch Schott today, didn’t you?
I’m not in jail now, and he’s not dead with his goddamn tongue ripped out of
his lying mouth. All because,” he leaned deeper into my space, a move that
somehow gobbled up every ounce of air in the room, “you kissed me.”
I
could only pray the sudden heat in my face didn’t glow like a neon sign. “Hm.”
“The
thing is,” he went on when I couldn’t come up with anything better than
monosyllabic grunts, “by saving me, you landed yourself in hot water all over
again.”
“I
did?”
“Hell,
yeah, you did. Boiling hot.”
“Funny,
you’d think I would have noticed something like boiling hot water.” I
swallowed, trying valiantly to ignore the fact that boiling hot was a fantastic description for what was going on in my
panties at the moment. “Just how dangerous is this boiling hot water?”
“Normally
I’d advise you to avoid it at all costs, for your own safety.”
“That
sounds like good advice.”
“Yeah,
but it’s like you said—you can’t un-ring a bell.”
My
lips parted hungrily when his breath feathered across them. “So…what kind of
advice do you have for me now?”
“Get
used to the burn.”
This
time it was his mouth that came to mine. At that first touch my knees nearly
buckled, because I somehow wasn’t prepared for this. Our earlier kiss had been
a rushed, hit-and-run kind of thing. A stolen kiss, really.
But
this kiss…
This
was another thing entirely.
His
lips fused to mine with a heat that was staggering. I barely had time to marvel
at how perfectly we fit together before the sweep of his tongue against the
inside of my lower lip and the increasing pressure against my lips opened my
mouth to him.
The
floor dropped from under my feet as his tongue invaded, and I instinctively
wrapped my arms around his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall. That was how powerful
his kiss was. It was the kind that knocked a woman off her feet. The kind that
was better than any fantasy. The kind that changed lives, worlds, universes.
The
kind that nearly stopped my heart.
His
tongue dueled and danced with mine, wet, deep and bold. That was when I
absolutely knew that for the rest of
my life, I would never have a kiss more perfect than Polo’s.
“Dasha.”
My name was caught by my mouth, no louder than a breath. I even thought I had
imagined it as he adjusted the angle of his lips over mine before he dived
deeper, his hand coming to once again cradle the back of my head. For a second I
feared he was going to rip me away like he did before, but then he whispered my
name once more into my mouth, while still kissing me, and it was so sexy my
thighs began to shake.
If
this was how I reacted to his kiss, complete with a hot surge of wetness in the
cleft between my legs and seriously trembling thighs, I’d probably dissolve
into a puddle if he ever took me to bed.
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Author Info
A competitive
figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail wrote stories between events to
pass the time. By fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a
skating coach who was also a romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a
skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and
writing everything from PNR and cyberpunk to contemporary romance at night,
both dreams have come true.
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