Two years out of college, Angelica Bondesan spends her time working as a barista, keeping in touch with her prodigal brother, and trying to figure out how to bridge the gap with her father, a wealthy real estate developer.
But all of that changes the night she’s kidnapped. Thrown into a windowless room, Angelica is positive there’s been some kind of mistake -- until she meets Nico Vitale.
Gorgeous and frightening, Nico became the boss of New York City’s Vitale crime family after the execution style murder of his parents two years earlier. Since then he’s turned the old-school mob into a sleek, modern army of ruthless men who understand that physical violence -- while always an option -- isn’t the only way to get what you want.
Now Angel is forced to face the truth;
Her father is not the man she believed him to be.
Nico Vitale is dangerous, possibly lethal.
She is falling in love with Nico Vitale.
"From page one you're hooked and sucked into this corrupt thrilling world. A masterful romance of deep dark suspense, complicated emotions, and exciting action." - New York Times bestseller, M.J. Rose
Michelle St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author of seven published books and six novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist's Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also been an Indie Next selection and has appeared on prestigious lists such as the Lonestar List, New York Public Library's Stuff for the Teen Age, and Chicago Public Library's Best of the Best. Her character, Alice, won the Teen Read Awards for Best Villain against Harry Potter's Lord Voldemort.
He nodded, holding her gaze, and for a minute she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Felt like she didn’t need to breathe. Like the light in Nico Vitale’s eyes was the only thing necessary to her survival.
Which was ridiculous and stupid. Not to mention dangerous. Very, very dangerous.
She stood, anxious to break eye contact with him, and took her plate to the kitchen. She rinsed it off and left it in the sink, forcing herself not to look at Nico as he came into the kitchen. If she just avoided his eyes, she would be okay. She would be back in the basement room that was her prison, a place that felt oddly safe compared to being alone with this man.
She jumped a little as his arms snaked around her, and she felt the press of his body as he rinsed off his plate and set it in the sink. His back was as sturdy as a giant oak, his thighs strong on the back of hers.
She froze, afraid to move, afraid to do anything that would allow her to feel his body more fully. Not because she was afraid of him, although there was a part of her that was afraid -- a secret part she wanted to deny after four years surrounded by feminists at her liberal arts college. Because there was no way being scared of someone should be a turn on. No way she should desire the man responsible for her abduction and imprisonment.
But she did. And that was why she was really afraid. Because if Nico got any closer, she might not move to get away. She might turn in his arms instead. Might press against him and maybe even strip off his shirt so she could see the muscle she already knew lurked underneath it. She was willing herself to move, to get away from him while she still could, when she felt his hands on her hair.
He lifted it away from her neck, draping it over one shoulder so it tumbled down her chest. She struggled to keep her breathing calm, not wanting him to know the effect he was having on her.
His breath was a whisper as he lowered his head to the sensitive skin of her neck. When he pressed his mouth to the edge of her collarbone, her head fell back against his shoulder. A sigh escaped her lips, but she didn’t have the strength to care. Not while his mouth was on her, as soft as satin, the flick of his tongue hot against her bare skin.