Life never felt dangerous to me. She did.
The moment Scarlett Rose appeared in the window of her parents' dance studio, twirling like a beautiful figurine in a music box, she became mine. Irrevocably. I claimed her, per sempre.
She became the day to my night, illuminating secrets better left to the impenetrable darkness that surrounded me. She knew me better than I knew the lines of my own hands, though I had never confessed to her whose blood ran through my veins, the famiglia that I belonged to.
She was as delicate as a butterfly in the hands of a monster.
My legacy created a savage beast that lurked beneath my skin, ready to battle for family and honor, but he only went to war for one--her.
There was one catch, an arrangement she didn't know about. I had agreed to send her away so that she could follow her stars. She had to do the one thing she was always destined to do. Dance. Though I had never truly let her go. She had become as vital as my heart.
And now, I was back to retrieve what had always belonged to me--my ballerina girl.
Book II in a seven-part Mafia Romance saga.
About the Author
Her passion for writing began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightning bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn't stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soul mates, and things that are generally out of the norm.
When she's not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. Deciding on a whim to hitch up those same wagons, Annie currently resides in Texas (where everything is bigger) with her husband, daughter, and their two peculiar dogs, Boudreaux and Tabasco (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent).