Vista Security Series:
Book 1: (Origins): The Good Daughter
Book 2: Trust No One
Book 3: Edge of Trust (coming soon)
Book 4: Forced To Trust (early 2015)
A 2012 RT Book Reviews Indie Press/Self-Published Contemporary Romance Nominee!
Most good daughters would say they owe their fathers everything. Marisa Peruzzo, Mafia princess, would.
She owed him for killing her fiancé.
She owed him for destroying her mother.
She owed him for chaining her to the 'family business'.
And she owed him for taking away her lifelong friend.
Payback's a bitch.
FBI meets Mafia Princess:
Dave sat up straighter when she entered the bar. Sandro had promised the
contact would have useful information and be immediately recognizable,
but he never specified male or female. Was this his informant? Carlo
Peruzzo's daughter. The Mafia princess herself.
Her gaze scanned the room until she saw him. Though her lips were pressed in a straight
line, a sparkle flashed in her eyes as if she knew just how she had
shocked him.Dave realized his heart rate had kicked up a few notches
when their eyes had locked. His jaw would have dropped if he hadn't been
the kind of guy trained not to show his emotions.
She walked purposefully toward him, making her way through the crowded tables.
Black designer jeans hugged nice curvy hips, and her full breasts were
covered with a pink plaid, pearl-button western shirt. Interesting color
choice. A leather belt wrapped around her waist, and his focus
narrowed. Best he could tell the belt was pink, too. And there were some
kind of pink jewels inlaid in the buckle.
He hid a smile. The only thing that would complete the color coordination was if she had
on-he looked down, yep, pink cowboy boots. Pretty-in-pink cowgirl-Mafia
princess. That certainly wasn't an image he expected to see. With her
head high, and her gaze fixed on him she seemed unaware-or unaffected-by
the attention she garnered. And she certainly got a fair share of
stares. He saw more than one man pause with a drink halfway to his
mouth, head swiveling to keep track as she walked past.
Dave had never seen the high-and-mighty Mafia daughter in anything other than
expensive business suits, with her hair pulled back and her makeup
understated, but tonight she wore this chic knock-off cowgirl look well.
With her dark wavy hair swinging free around her shoulders, her smooth
olive skin glowing, and lips a luscious color of pink to match as well,
she could raise the lust level in a saint.
Dave was no saint.
About the Author
Native small-town Texan Diana Layne is an award-winning author and a homeschooling mother of six. She balances her hours between nurturing her children and killing off bad guys. To learn more about Diana, sign up for her newsletter, or to follow her on social media, please visit www.dianalayne.com