Rogue London

I have never met a brat I could not tame... and I'll be damned if I let my wife be the first. When I sat down at the negotiation table with Don Calogerà, I expected to leave again with full control of his shipping lanes, and as many other concessions as I could wring from him. What I did not expect, was to leave with his daughter on my arm, and my ring on her finger. Vittoria may give the appearance of the perfect mafia princess in public, but behind closed doors she is a complete and utter brat. Which suits my own desires perfectly, as there is nothing I enjoy more than painting a woman's backside red before I bring her to heights of ecstasy she's never known. Each time she runs from me, I catch her. And each punishment I inflict on her gorgeous body only makes me more determined to keep her by my side forever. Whether she wants to be there or not.

I can feel something coming. The question is, will I be able to face it?Absolutely no one could call my life boring, but after the turmoil of the last year I kind of wish I could. Unfortunately for me, this West End brat is not destined for calm and serene.The past has come back to haunt me and the consequences could ruin my future. On top of that, the sudden changes in all of our lives could be too much for anyone, and recurring, horrific dreams, that seem more like premonitions, are starting to make me wonder if the stuff this year is bringing me… might be more than I can handle.I am Montana Stanford, though. I’m not giving up that easily. This chick might go down, but if she does, she’s going down swinging.This book was previously published as West End Brat under the pen name of N.M. McGregor and has been re-titled, given a new cover, been re-edited, and parts of the book have been changed from the original story.Warning!Hello again!If you’re reading this, you’ve most likely read the first third of my story. For that, I want to say thank you. The previous letter from me still applies.The 80’s are still an anomaly among decades. Single parents were more common than they’d ever been, supervision was almost non-existent, we were basically feral creatures.Part of the 80’s was experimenting. There’s a reason 80’s rock bands were the start of the “rockstars are druggies” stereotype. The 70’s had some experimentation but it really took over in the 80’s.The 80’s had both trials and freedoms that can only be imagined now. But the thing about time and history is that, as different as each generation may seem from the last, some things remain eternal. Some struggles are timeless, some joys are eternally relatable. Some dreams stay alive no matter how many generations have already had them.I’m Montana Stanford and this is my story. It’s gritty, raw and not for the faint of heart, but my dreams and trials are timeless and eternally relatable. Come with me on my journey… Or, are you chicken?