Release Blitz for Regretfully Yours by Sunniva Dee
a sin, they said, but how can it be a sin to love so deeply?She shouldn’t have listened to them.
Shouldn’t have left us behind.
You can’t help whom you love, and without Silvina, I didn’t give a damn.
A mafia prince without a cause is a rebel with nothing to lose.
My brother owned an adult entertainment studio.
He wanted me nowhere near it. Thankfully, his competition did.
I auditioned. Landed a contract.
It’s how I took my sins to a new level, my up-yours to la famiglia.
Until Silvina was kidnapped, and my world was thrown upside down.
time the beautiful psychopath enters the room, it’s with two men. It’s dark
outside. I’m hungry, thirsty, and my head still hammers. I’m starting to feel
queasy. The fear I’m experiencing is on a level I’ve never felt before, and I
actually hope that’s the reason why I’m queasy.
pretty Silvina. You don’t look so good. Did you know that?” He tilts his head
playfully, blue eyes glittering with humor. “You’re not your regular
put-together self. Nope, not exactly the girl who’s thrown me bones for three
semesters straight. Did you never wonder when it’d come back and bite you in
look so different? He always had an easy laughter. It used to give his eyes a
mischievous glint, but they’re lacking something now, and I’m trying to
determine what that is.
himself comfortable, seated too far in on the bed. I scoot away from him and
find the trait missing as he grabs my tied hands and drags me closer. Respect.
hiccough at the realization. If a man has no respect for a woman, what’s left
between them? Every description I can think of implies danger.
feisty now, but I’ll break you in good, pretty Silvina. You’ll sob. You’ll cry
for your mama. You’ll scream for Gioele di Nascimbeni. But don’t you worry. I
have experience with women like you. They all come with their head held high
and rebellion in their eyes. My family ran the biggest ring of human
trafficking in California for a decade, and I’ve broken in quite a few slaves
myself.” He shrugs, lifting his stare to me again.
family doesn’t run slaves anymore,” I mutter.
across my cheek comes fast as a whip. It leaves shock and a numbing burn
behind. “Have I told you to talk?”
fill with tears of anger, but I don’t answer. Through the blur, I see him shake
right. I didn’t. My family doesn’t run flesh anymore because your family
is a fucking bunch of snitches. If it weren’t for their intervention, we’d
still be the kings of modern slavery in America.”
over me. Grabs me by the throat and pushes the back of my head slowly into the
pillow. His eyes trail over my face, studying my reaction as he presses against
my windpipe until I can’t breathe. My hands go up on their own and tighten
around his hands. It causes a gleeful laugh to trickle out of him. It’s
bone-chilling and grossly feminine for such a cruel figure. God, I wish I had
once you’ve had a taste of the good life—of owning a perfect woman who’s there
for you only, eating, living, breathing in your bedroom until you’re sick of
her and trade her for something new—you can’t go back.”
his thumb over my lip. It’s to test its consistency, not to caress it. My heart
sets off, urging me to run away as fast as I can. How much damage can he do to
me before I get out of here?
can’t even think his name without getting dizzy. Is he okay? Wounded? Those are
the alternatives I can let myself consider. If he knows I’m gone, he’s making
everyone’s life goddamn miserable, because one thing I know for a fact: Gioele
doesn’t believe in an existence without me.
passionate, angsty characters. In the beautiful city of Savannah, Georgia, she
divides her time between her “petting zoo” and writing sexy novels. Sunniva
ado-o-ores breaking stereotypes and describing the flipside of bad-boy alphas
or good boys with a savage streak.