Capo by Nicolina Martin

Capo by Nicolina Martin (Russo Saga, #6)

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Published by: Blushing Books Publications
Publication date: January 28th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


You’ll die if you talk.

The warning haunts her every waking hour.

After a rough start, Chloe finally has financial stability, a place to call home, and friends she’d die for. It never occurred to her that the sentiment would be put to the test, but when her best friend gets on the wrong side of infamous mob boss, Luciano Salvatore, Chloe intervenes, sealing her own fate.

Salvatore never intends for Chloe Becker to live. Beaten to within an inch of her life by his most ruthless enforcer, she still stands tall, refusing to bend to his will. Curiosity gets the better of him and he decides to see what it takes to make her lose that last streak of defiance.

He definitely doesn’t intend for her to get under his skin.

When his existence crumbles and one heart stops beating, it kicks his own back to life, but it might be too late for forgiveness.

This is the sixth and final book in the Russo Saga series, but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary, mafia romance contains elements of danger, suspense, adult themes, power exchange, sensual scenes and is intended for adults only. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


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“Sit,” I hiss.

He stares me down with a hint of a challenge in his eyes, then he sits back down. “You fucking know I’ll do my job.”

“Good,” I say with finality in my voice. “Tonight, we have work to do.” I nod to Ivan who knows what it’s about. I’m about to test just how unflinchingly loyal my guys are. They don’t know of Roberto’s affairs, only Ivan does, and in a moment he’ll relay my order to them to take out the weasel. Roberto’s been working with us for fifteen years. They know him well, they know his wife and kids, they’ve killed and partied with this guy. Now they’re gonna do him in. 

I stand and pull the girl up by her nape until she’s on her feet. Tucking my cock back in my pants, I steer her toward the glass double doors. In the corner of my eye, I see Ivan stand and pull out his gun, striding over to Roberto, putting it to his head. 

“Let’s walk,” he says. 

The pleading begins. Matteo, Christian and Eric dart up, as does the rest of the crowd. I smirk as I push the girl before me, reveling in the sounds of chaos. My forte. Roberto is in for a world of hurt tonight and just thinking about it makes me rock hard. Ivan will inform me who hesitated and who didn’t. 

Steering the girl into my bedroom, I slam the door closed and shove my hand between her legs, push her panties to the side and thrust my fingers up her cunt. She twitches from the rough intrusion and I haven’t even begun yet. 

“Knees hurt?”

“No, sir, I’m good,” she gasps.

I glance down at the flattened skin over her kneecaps. Her dark hue doesn’t allow the redness to show. “Know what?” I pull out and tear her panties off her. “I hate liars. Bend over.”

Breathing erratically, she turns and obeys, presenting her mouthwatering round butt. I smack it. Hard. She stumbles forward. 

“Don’t fucking move,” I growl. “Hands on the floor.” I take a step closer and smack her again, making her rock forward yet another step. 

She whimpers. “I can’t keep my balance, sir.” She steadies herself, spreading her legs as she puts her palms to the floor. 

Her cunt is hairless and too enticing not to explore further. I slide my fingers along her slit, back and forth, rubbing against her clit, then a little rougher in between her folds. Like a bitch in heat, she begins to rock against my hand, getting wetter by the second. I push my fingers inside her, thrusting, a thumb on her increasingly swollen nub. Then I pull out and slap her right across her pussy, making her scream and shoot forward. 

I snap open my belt and pull down my zipper. “Bend over the edge of the bed.”

She darts around, her eyes huge and confused, a single tear trickling down her cheek. “Sir, I—” 

“This is what I pay you to do. Get on the fucking bed. Now.” 

I’m rock hard, stroking my cock in my hand. Her eyes dart between my face and my thick length, then her gaze turns distant, as if she gives up all hope. She turns slowly and walks up to the bed, spreading her legs as she falls forward clutching the comforter. 

I don’t like that she gives up already. I want to pull them to the edge of despair, I want them to plead and weep. But I want the first fucking part to last a little longer than this. Glancing over at the curtain that covers my rack of canes and whips, I already know how I’ll pull her right back to the present. 

Pulling off my belt, loop by loop, I then wrap it around my fist and whip it right over her beautiful ass. She’ll plead. And when she does, I’ll fuck her. Hard. 

In my basement, at this very moment, someone else is pleading. This girl will leave the building, a hefty sum in her bank account, probably bleeding, definitely crying, but alive. Roberto won’t be as lucky. 

Nicolina Martin is a Swedish born author who escapes the long, dark winter nights by writing hot contemporary romance/suspense.

She’s a mother of three teenage girls, a medical doctor, a quirky loner, and a social human being. She has traveled the globe, has had more lovers than she can count, has loved and hated, succeeded and failed, has gone through marriage and divorce. She has seen darkness and despair, as well as light and happiness.

All these experiences, she pours into her tales, taking her readers for a wild ride while twisting their minds. She loves showing that stories can be different even if the trope is the same.

Nicolina believes that life is too short for regrets and in looking forward, no matter what. She wants to enjoy every moment, and cherish life.

To find out more about Nicolina Martin, visit her official website.
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The Omen of Stones Excerpt

The Omen of Stones by Casey L. Bond

Genre: YA Fantasy

Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen

Cover Designer: Melissa Stevens/ The Illustrated Author Design Services

Publication Date: March 13th, 2020

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Spirit and Stone. Song and Sky. Fate and Future all align.

On my seventeenth birthday, I finally heard Fate’s voice. He whispered to me again and again, insisting I find the Omen of Stones. Having never heard of such lore, I thought I could ignore his pleas. The Summer Solstice proved otherwise. Being surrounded by fellow witches worked my magic up into a powerful swell that crashed and churned within me. As the energy crackled through my veins, I shunned my royal duties to follow the call of my heart. 

Venturing beyond the safety of the Kingdom’s borders, I felt Fate nudging me toward a destiny I was eager to claim. Confidence in my craft blinded me from the ominous clouds of danger that roiled on the horizon. 

Captured by purists dead-set on purging the Kingdom of magic and witches, my salvation came in the form of a mysterious girl who wielded stones like daggers. Something about her called to me, whispering we were stronger together, strong enough to stand against the dark forces threatening to crush my kingdom. Trusting Fate could jeopardize my heritage and my throne, but defying him could cost Omen’s life.

I looked around at our house, then to the boy standing in it, into his honey-gold eyes. “I don’t regret saving you, and I don’t regret bringing you here, or making salve for you, or letting you stay. I don’t regret walking with you to see the flood. But if I had let those men drown you, or if I would’ve left you bound in the rope when I had the means to sever it, or outside without a roof over your head when I had one to offer… If I’d refused to ease the pain in your wrists, River, I would have regretted it. I would have regretted every second of any and all of those choices.”

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Who knew that reading sexy alien romances could lead to abduction?

Or that aliens could cure my cancer? Not me. But here I am, the bride-to-be for an alien warrior, just like the heroine in the book I was reading in my hospital bed on Earth.

Except the surly warrior who’s supposed to claim me doesn’t want a mate.

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The manuals also indicated that human females sometimes enjoy pain, that they are aroused by their punishments. Although, the females also seem more reluctant to be disciplined in the manuals, whereas my Tribute is almost eager. Perhaps that is an effect of the priming. The nanotech tells me she is as painfully aroused as I am, perhaps more so.

First, I must punish her though, so that she will know her place. I will prove myself a good, if demanding, Master and she will acknowledge my dominance over her. Then and only then, will I give her the pleasure she craves.

With a thought, I send an order to the platform. It shifts, rising to display her hindquarters even more than before. The middle section morphs and curves under her to take her weight off her knees. She ends up tipped forward with her head down and the perfect globes of her rear on display.

“You are nicely primed for your Master.” The glistening folds of her womanhood are a wondrous sight. I cannot help but reach forward to touch her, to put my fingertip to her wetness, just to feel it.

She strains back towards me. “Master, please—”

I move my hand away from her pussy and spank her right flank, hard enough to leave a dark print on her tanned skin. “No. You will accept your discipline and if you please me, you will climax. Not a microcycle before.”

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In addition to being an author, Lee Savino is a mom and a chocoholic. She’s written a bunch of books, all smexy romance. Smexy = smart + sexy.

Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a “kinky” bent who is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

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TWISTED FATES by Kitty Thomas

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“A twisted darkly erotic story that only Kitty Thomas could tell.”

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When Lindsay Smith brought her to the house, it was to train and sell her. They both knew it. She’d agreed to this arrangement. She wanted to belong to someone. But Lindsay wanted her to be his.

Three days into her stay at the pleasure house, Shannon Foster’s life is forever destroyed by a sociopathic monster. Lindsay saved her life that day, but the scars bind her to the house without a future.

Now, eight years later, Lindsay saves her once again, only this time he’s playing for keeps. 

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She realized suddenly that she was still crying. This agonizing sobbing sound was coming out of her, so foreign she kept forgetting it was her. How could she make those sounds? She was sure she’d cried every tear, felt every regret, ruminated and obsessed over every grudge.  She’d thought she was empty, done.

It was that emptiness that had finally brought her to the brink of her own demise. Yet here she was, the emotion spilling out, a never-ending fountain bubbling over with rage and pain. She flinched when he started to stroke her back. She flinched because she expected to feel him flinch when he touched her. She expected his fingertips to stutter and halt against the scars in revulsion. But they didn’t.

He touched her as if she were unbroken. 

“What do you need, Shannon?”

“Something you can’t give me.”

“You don’t know until you ask.”

She shook her head. “It can never be you.” Even though he was the only offer on the table. Even though he was the only one she’d wanted back when things were simple. 

The arousal cream continued on in its mission to drive her crazy, but her mind had become so far removed from sex that it acted as a dull background throb which she kept forgetting how to define because all she could think about was how this couldn’t happen with the doctor.

She couldn’t give herself to him like that—not in the way every last insane ounce of her wanted to. She couldn’t give in to the id. She’d made that mistake once. He’d already proven he wasn’t a man she could trust. 

He pressed warm soft kisses against her back, trailing up to her neck. He quietly untied her, then he sat beside her on the leather table and pulled her into his arms, his mouth finding hers, lingering there, softly at first, then hungrily as if he might devour her whole. She didn’t resist him. It felt too good. Even if she hated him. It was so late. She was so tired. 

He carried her up the stairs to his suite and laid her down on his giant bed in the plant room. Ralph was asleep in his cage though the parakeets still twittered quietly to each other. He covered the bird cages with a blanket, turned on a thunderstorm white noise machine, and then climbed into the bed with her.

Shannon barely breathed as he pulled her against him and wrapped an arm around her.

“What are we doing?” she whispered.

“We’re sleeping.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Sleep, kitten.”

She knew what he’d said in the dungeon about wanting her, and the kiss had felt real enough. And they’d shared a moment—she thought—but she couldn’t help thinking this was all some strange unconventional therapy that meant nothing beyond keeping her from killing herself. She couldn’t let herself believe it was anything more.

But if it was therapy, it might be working because suddenly dying was the last thought on her mind.

MAGGIE’S MATCH by Kat Carrington

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Meet a new author, her characters and read an exciting excerpt from the book!


Maggie Maxwell is part of a tiny community that has become like family to her, until her landlady’s grandson comes to town with the idea that she is out to scam his grandmother. Sparks fly high between Maggie and the handsome Carter Beauchamp. 

Maggie discovers that Carter won’t hesitate to act when she takes a risk that could be dangerous to her, and this sets off new sparks of attraction between the two. 

But Carter is struggling with his feelings for Maggie and can’t decide what he wants. When someone begins to tamper with her business and home, the risk to her wellbeing escalates quickly. Maggie is abducted by a mysterious stranger, and Carter races to rescue her, but will it be too late for the two of them? 

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romantic mystery contains elements of power exchange.  


Author Interview 
When did you know you wanted to be an author? 
I began reading as a young child. By the time I was in school I was devouring the fiction that was available in the school library. When I ran out of fiction, I moved to biographies, which I found fascinating. At the same time, I found myself sitting at my dad’s big desk and writing stories for hours at a time. But by the time I reached high school, I had stopped writing, although I never stopped reading.    

Later in life, I realized that there were many times that I still wrote. There were newsletters that I assisted with, press releases, posts on social media. One day I realized that there was a story rattling around in my brain and I sat down to put it in print. And so Maggie’s Match was born. It is my very first book and I am on a very exciting journey now, thanks to Blushing Books. 

What is your writing process like? 
My writing process is very spontaneous. I’m retired, so my time is my own. Often I find myself lying in bed in that place between awake and asleep and find myself half dreaming about my current characters and story. That’s when ideas and interactions begin to take form. I often get up early in the morning with my husband still sleeping and the house quiet and type away on my laptop. 

Where do you find inspiration? 
Maggie’s Match contains a lot of experiences that are right out of my own life. I have a love for cooking and baking and spent years horseback riding. The people I meet inspire me and the books I read inspire me. There is an endless storybook out there to be watched and enjoyed and, sometimes, to be put into a book. 

Do you like to outline or just dive right in when writing? 
I like to do a very basic outline, just to keep myself from getting too scattered and to remind myself of where I wanted to go when I began the story. 

Tea or coffee? 
Definitely coffee! 

Favorite color?   

Character Interview Maggie’s Match 
Interview with Maggie Maxwell 

How did you meet the man who turned your life upside down? 
I met Carter when he came to town because he heard that I had gone into business in Boone, Indiana, where his grandmother lives. His grandmother, GG, gave me the opportunity to rent my bakery from her and begin the life I had always wanted, in a small town, with good people who became a family to me. Carter believed that I was there to scam his grandmother. I had never even met this man and he was convinced that I was some kind of evil thief! 

So you and Carter didn’t get along with each other? 
No! Don’t get me wrong, he obviously loved GG and it was nice, the way he was with his grandmother, but he was absolutely obnoxious to me. I love GG too, and it was completely unfair of him to behave that way toward me. 

And yet you found yourself strongly attracted to him?   
Yes, it was the strangest thing. Carter has a way of pushing people around when he doesn’t like what they’re doing and he seemed to love pushing me. And yet, when he got the angriest was when he thought I was doing something that was risky for me, that put me in danger. It was so odd. And then he actually threatened to spank me if I did it again! I’m a grown woman and he was threatening to spank me like a child. 

But did he have reason to? Were you behaving like a child?   
Well, I guess he had a point. After I thought about it, he was right about my being careless. And that was just as infuriating, realizing that he was right. 

So what happened when the attraction grew stronger? 
Oh! Carter….well, Carter kissed me and it was like my legs just turned to jelly. It was after he spanked me and I just could have melted right into him. It was the strangest experience I ever had. 

What’s the best thing about Carter? 
The way he looks out for the people he loves. 

Interview with Carter Beauchamp 

How did you meet Maggie? 
I heard about her setting up business in Boone and I came to check her out. My grandmother was responsible for giving her a start in business and I know how big my grandmother’s heart is. It wouldn’t be hard for some sweet talking gold digger to take advantage of her.  

Did you find that happening when you got to Boone? 
Well, I couldn’t be sure. I did a background check on Maggie and she was a complete blank until she went to college. After that, things looked okay but what kind of person just appears out of nowhere with no past? I told her I’d be watching her and if I found out she was using my Gran, she was going to regret it. 

What did your grandmother think of that? 
She got pretty pissed about it, especially when she found out I had done the background check. But I wasn’t about to back off until I knew the truth about Maggie Maxwell. 

But then you and Maggie started a relationship? 
I’m still not sure exactly how that happened. She could do some really dumb things and I wasn’t about to let her get herself in trouble. Gran loved her and so I was stuck looking out for her. So I warmed her butt for her when she put herself in a scary situation and afterward she looked at me with those big green eyes. Next thing I knew I was kissing her. What is it with crying women? Then you have to take care of them. 

So what’s the best thing about Maggie? 
Maggie is just…she’s feisty and funny and sweet and smart. She’s just Maggie. Oh, and she’s drop dead gorgeous! 

A Note From the Author 
This is my very first book and my characters are really dear to my heart. They do things I love to do myself and live a lifestyle that I’d love to live. My next book will take place in Boone as well, as more characters come to town and more relationships bloom.  

5 Fun Facts about Kat Carrington 

  1. Lived in Indiana all her life until retiring in the South a few years ago. 
  2. Loves to cook so much that she participates in a monthly cooking club. 
  3. Would rather read than watch TV or movies anytime! 
  4. Loves horses and dogs. 
  5. Greatest joy is her kids and grandkids. 

Excerpt from Maggie’s Match 

Maggie puzzled over the mystery of the missing baking powder until she got so busy in the kitchen that is slipped from her mind. She put in a long day, forgetting to turn her sign to Closed that afternoon. She had her case stocked with sweet treats for the next day, her sandwich fixings ready and in the big refrigerator, and only one pot of soup still simmering when she heard the little bells on her door jingle. 

“I’ll be right there,” she called out, wiping her hands on a towel and glancing at the with surprise at the clock. 

“I’m sorry,” she was saying as she walked out to the counter. “I actually closed quite a while ago, but what can I help you with?” 

Carter said sharply, “What time do you close?” 

“Oh, Carter.” She flushed. “Well, usually at three. I was just so busy I lost track of time.” 

“So you’ve been working back there for hours with your door still unlocked and your sign still saying you’re open?” 

“Well, yes, but everyone knows I close after lunch.” 

Carter looked impatient. “Anybody could have walked right in here. What’s wrong with you?” 

Maggie snapped, “Yes, and look who did. Carter Beauchamp. Is there anything I can help you with?” 

“Yes, you can use your head. Just because this is a little town and everybody knows everybody doesn’t mean that something bad can’t happen. There are a lot of strangers who pass through here, especially during tourist season.” 

Maggie knew he was right and it made her angry. “Well, what do you care? You’ve made it clear that you’re not happy that I’m here.” 

Coolly, he said, “I don’t. But my gran does, and I do care about her. And as long as I’m here, let’s talk about that. Exactly what are you up to here in Boone? You’ve been assistant chef in an upscale restaurant. Why would you want to come to this little place and run a tiny little bakery with no future?” 

“That’s none of your business! And how do you know I was an assistant chef?” 

“I checked your background. There’s not a whole lot of information there. You just sort of pop up out of nowhere, working your way up in the restaurant trade. Do you have some kind of a grand plan in the works here?” 

Maggie’s eyes flashed. “What are you talking about? What kind of grand plan could I have?” 

Carter leaned forward and put his finger under her chin, lifting her face to his. “The kind of plan where poor little Maggie Maxwell gets herself taken under the wing of my gran. Did she look like prime pickings for you when you wandered into town? Single, no family around, owns businesses and the biggest house in town?” 

Maggie gasped and jerked away from him. “How dare you? That’s a filthy thing to say!” 

Carter’s voice was steel. “That’s a filthy thing to do. And don’t think I’m going to stand by and let it happen. If that’s your game, you might as well pack it up and get on down the road.” 

Speechless with rage, Maggie swung her hand at his face, only to have him catch her wrist in a steely grip. 

“You don’t want to do that, little girl,” he drawled. “Try it again and I’ll turn you over my knee and give you something to think about.” 

“You wouldn’t dare,” Maggie said. 

“Don’t try me. Right now, it sounds like a real good idea.” 

“Let go of me and get out of my shop.” Maggie drew herself up haughtily. 

He let her wrist go. “Gladly. But understand this. I’m going to be here indefinitely, and I’m watching you. You’d better mind what you do. And your soup is boiling over.” 

“What? Oh, crap!” Maggie rushed to the kitchen. When she finished dealing with the mess on the stove, Carter was gone. She stalked to the door, where she found her sign already turned to Closed. She locked the door and pulled the shade, muttering darkly to herself. 

Maggie’s fingers brushed her chin, where his fingers had held her. Her stomach fluttered a little as she felt heat low in her belly. Her legs had actually gone weak when he had threatened to spank her! Confused, she tried to push all thoughts of Carter Beauchamp out of her head. She finished cleaning up and headed for home. 

About the Author 
Hi, I’m Kat. I’m a new author, even though I have been writing various things for most of my life. Writing for business or on social media has always just been a normal part of my life. One day, looking for something different to do, I began a story. I picked it up and put it down many times for several months. As the characters developed and the plot formed, I soon needed to follow it through to the end. That was how Maggie’s Match was born. 

I was born and raised in the Midwest and I wrote about things that I knew. The people around me have always been varied and interesting and they are a rich source of inspiration for writing. The idea of writing my stories and sharing them is so much fun for me, it has quickly become much more than just something different to do. A Strong Man’s Hand is my very first book series but the world of writing has just begun.  

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Set in Victorian England, this erotic BDSM novel features a courtship between a young woman and a dashing rake.

Gabriel, Earl of Cranborne, is in need of a wife–preferably a sweet, submissive, well-trained wife who could run his household during the day and obey him in the bedroom at night. When he meets Miss Vivian Stafford at a friend’s wedding, he finds himself drawn in by the exact traits he was looking for in his own wife and immediately moves to make her his own. Once the betrothal papers are signed, he arranges for her to attend Mrs. Cunningham’s Finishing School. This very special school will prepare her to be the wife of an Earl . . . and also prepare for her the very specific demands and discipline she’ll receive from her new husband at night.


The meaty thunk of the wooden-backed brush against Vivian’s rounded flesh, combined with her cries, pleas, and chanting promises to be good, was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. Even more so than any of the punishments he’d witnessed, because now she was suffering at his hand, rather than another’s. Her bottom was a deep, swollen red by the time he finished.

But the reason he was so inflamed by her punishment was the aftermath, when he dropped the hairbrush to the floor and thrust his hand between her legs. A moment ago they’d been kicking. Now they were draped, slightly apart, with just enough space for him to slide his fingers into the folds of her pussy.

They came away coated in honey, and his cock jerked.

The punishment was effective, as it should be, because Vivian didn’t enjoy pain; but she couldn’t help her arousal from his dominance over her. And Gabriel was grateful for that, for although he enjoyed spanking a woman, he knew he would not want to punish Vivian nightly—only when she truly deserved it. And, as sweet as she was, he knew she would not deserve it often. He looked forward to when her training was over and they were married and he could give her more sensual spankings they would both enjoy.

But when she needed to be disciplined, as she truly had this evening, he would not hold back. And he was pleased to know her body would still respond.

Pulling her up onto his lap, Gabriel cuddled her for a moment, enjoying her whimpers as she was pressed against his legs.

About Angel

Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a “kinky” bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn’t get them out, she’s pretty sure she’d go just a little crazy.

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

She believes the world is a better place when there’s a little magic in it.

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