Southern Fire, Northern Blood
She was sunshine in a city of shadows. He was the darkest corner of it.
by LINDA BETH
Savannah Gant talks too much, smiles at strangers, and says "bless your heart" when she means something else entirely. She moved to New York to paint and fell into tending bar at a Midtown lounge where the tips are good and the customers keep secrets. Her boyfriend Dante is handsome and ambitious and she thinks she loves him. Her best friend Scarlett has been her ride-or-die since freshman year. Then she catches them together in the back hallway, and everything she believed about her life shatters. Vincent DeLuca does not go to bars. He owns them. He is the head of New York's most dangerous crime family, a man whose name makes grown men whisper. When he walks into his lounge that night, he intends to check the books and leave. Instead he sees a woman with eyes the color of sea glass, shifting from gold-flecked green to storm-dark as she watches her boyfriend kiss her best friend. And instead of crying, she squares her shoulders, picks up her tray, and keeps working. He has never seen anything like her. When Vincent inserts himself into Savannah's life, she does not swoon or simper. She fires back with razor-sharp southern wit, calls him sir like it is an insult, and refuses to be anyone's possession. But the men who want Vincent dead have noticed his new obsession, and Savannah is about to learn that loving a king means standing in the line of fire.
- Romance
- Crime Fiction
- Mafia Romance
- Dark Romance
- Organized Crime
- Crime Family
Green Eyes in a Dark Bar
Savannah Gant had learned a long time ago that a good bartender knew when to smile and when to disappear. Tonight, she had done both, sliding between bodies with a full tray balanced on one palm, laughing at a joke she'd already heard twice, and pouring drinks with the kind of muscle memory that let her mind wander anywhere but here. The Wanderer w…