Trilina Pucci

Imagine dating a guy for six months, and then one night, you make him dinner, recreating your first date so you can say “I love you” for the first time. Romantic, right? No. Because when you dress up as dessert, he tells you he’d rather be a party of one. So now, you’re crying in your whipped cream boobs, drinking a bottle of tequila, and debating on cutting bangs. Rock bottom, you say? Wrong, again. Not only does he break up with you, but he shows up to the vacation you’d planned with your friends. So now, here I sit...IN PARADISE..with DJ douchebag and his new girlfriend. Did I mention she doesn’t wear makeup and speaks three languages? Listen, I don’t want him back, but I also don’t want to look like the hot mess before to their perfect after. So desperate times call for a dirty distraction, a way to keep my mind off everything and maybe even serve up a little payback. And the universe says there’s only one way to do that… TJ and Nate. So, I guess that means there are actually three ways to mend a broken heart.

Imagine being snowed in with four hot successful men. P.S. they've all played the hero in too many of your naughtiest dreams. Problem is, you work for them, and that makes them off-limits. Except now they're looking at you like you're Santa's cookies. And they definitely want to take a bite. Talk about making you reconsider your life choices. These four are aiming for Santa's naughty list, and I'm pretty sure I'm getting: Jace Reed Alec ...and Cole for Christmas. It might've started as a decorating job. But it ended Tangled in Tinsel.

Me: Ask me what happens in Vegas… Samantha: What happens in Vegas? Me: Let me tell you. What happens is that you get “make out with strangers and pee in a parking lot” drunk. TIE THE KNOT WITH A GUY YOU JUST MET. Then *allegedly* participate in depraved group activities with him and his friends in the honeymoon suite of a five-star hotel. But that’s not even the worst part. Because after an epic walk of shame, you find out he’s some insanely famous bad-boy quarterback who’s in the midst of cleaning up his act. So now, you have to pretend to like him… sober…until you can skip town with an annulment and a shirt that reads, “I’d hit that.” Except for bam—tiny hiccup, his personality cancels out his hot AF face. And let’s not mention how you definitely took a trip to pound town with his friends. So, yeah. That’s what happens in Vegas. You get Knot so Lucky even when you think you hit the jackpot.

Drew It was a tryst. A sin swallowed down by desire. That’s what I tell myself. But my body isn’t the only part that aches for him now. I sold my soul. Now my heart is a slave to the devil. Dominic King. He unveiled the taboo, illuminating my lie and unexpectedly stole my heart. But I walked away. Dominic Lust is my religion. She became my sanctuary. If it’s forgiveness she seeks the price just doubled. And she’ll pay it bound at my feet. I gave her pain for pleasure. Her truth. Now I’ll make her beg me for more.

Savagery. Sin. Depravity—-these are my virtues. My name is Dante Sovrano, head of the Chicago Mob. I run this city. Everyone bows down to me. With one exception—Sarah London. The first night we met, I knew we shared the same appetites. She never said “Mercy”—and all I said was “Good girl.” But the next time we met, Sarah stood up, looked me in the eye, and pulled the damn trigger. It’s funny, the moment I saw her, I knew she’d be trouble. And definitely my brand--fiery, cutthroat, wrapped up in a lickable package. If anyone was made for me, it’s this woman. But dark secrets are hiding behind those gorgeous blue eyes. Secrets she won’t tell, but I plan to know them all. Trouble’s found her. And now Sarah knows she has to deal with the devil to solve her problems. Too bad the devil always takes your soul. And I’ll be keeping it. Whoever wants to hurt this woman has to get through me. Because nobody ever touches what’s mine. Not if they want to keep their lives. This depraved King is keeping his feisty queen. And I'll take down an entire city to do it.

Luca She’s off-limits. I know that—I just don’t give a sh*t. Because I’m brought to my knees with every look. Made to beg by only the promise of her mouth. I’m addicted, and I haven’t even taken a hit. But this is a complication in the middle of a dangerous game. Bound to a violent legacy. Sono battezzato nel sangue e consacrato con la morte. La Mafia è la mia famiglia. I am baptized in blood and consecrated with death. The Mafia is my family. And yet here I sit, in the dark, smoking a cigar, watching the girl I shouldn’t chase—wishing she’d f*ucking run because all I want to do is catch her and devour every single gorgeous part of her body until she whispers my name like a prayer. Get ready, Gretchen…I’m coming for you. And there’s no escaping. USA Today Bestselling author, Trilina Pucci, brings you a mafia novel with a corrupt marriage, single dad, and true love that two people are willing to fight for to ensure their happily ever after.