VOW by Bethany-Kris Cover Reveal

VOW

by Bethany-Kris
Andino + Haven, #2
Publication Date: November 5, 2018
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance

Cover Credits: Mykel Mignon at Oh So Novel

SYNOPSIS

They say it’s always the one you least expect …

Andino Marcello made his choices—the right ones for duty and famiglia. But even the right choices have consequences. He’s never been more aware of that fact than he is now. The thing is, Andino isn’t the same man he once was. The mafia wants what it wants. He’ll push until they all break. Even her.

They say love shouldn’t hurt …

Haven Murphy needs to move on—from her pain and the man who caused it. But the faster she tries to run, the more things stay the same. She never thought it would end like this for them. The thing is, Haven isn’t the same woman she once was. The heart wants what it wants. She’ll fight until it all lets go. Even him.

How far will he go for love?
All the way to the very bitter end.
That’s his vow.

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: VOW

“They have to answer for what they do,” Gio said. “We can’t allow the Calabrese family to go unchecked when they act against us.”

“And we will,” Andino replied quietly.

“By making peace?”

“For now,” Andino replied. “For now, yes.”

His father gave him a look, and then Michel. “What are you—”

“It’s not important right now.”

And it wasn’t.

His plans would have to wait. Because he did have plans, and while he understood his uncle’s position regarding the Calabrese, and that protecting their family from more violence was what would be in their best interests … he also agreed with his father more.

Andino would never bow to the fucking Calabrese.

Not after what they did to John.

Now this, too?

No way.

Once his cousin had gotten Andino all stitched up, and he walked his father and Michel to the door, all he wanted to do was relax for the evening. Michel pulled a small baggie from his inner pocket, and handed it over. Inside were pills. Michel only shrugged when Andino gave him an inquisitive look.

“No driving when you take one. Vicodin. For pain. Don’t be a fucking hero.”

Andino laughed. “Can I take it with whiskey?”

Michel glanced over at Gio as if to say, What the fuck do I do with him, huh?

“I can’t say yes to that,” Michel settled on saying.

“But you didn’t say no, either.”

“Because what is the point?”

His cousin’s and father’s laughter followed them out of the house. Andino was quick to lock the door behind them, and go back to the kitchen. Snaps was still in his spot in front of his food bowls, and his dark eyes watched Andino as he moved around the space to get a shot of whiskey ready before he pulled one of those pills out.

He wasn’t one for meds. He could handle pain. But his agitation level was already so high that he figured, what the hell? Something to take the edge off for the night would be perfect.

He’d just popped the pill, and swallowed a shot of burning whiskey when a knock echoed through his quiet house. Snaps still hadn’t moved from his spot; the dog always alerted with a loud bark to the fact someone was approaching his house, and right then he kept staring at Andino.

Except … his tail was wagging.

Andino should have known then.

The dog only chose to not alert when it was her.

He didn’t waste time as he practically ran from the kitchen back to the front of the house. He didn’t even move the shades to look out the window before pulling the door open.

And there she stood.

Skinny jeans molded to shapely, long legs.

Hair thrown up in a messy bun.

A black trench coat.

Blue eyes on him.

Like the storm or the sea.

Fire and ice, he thought.

“Haven,” Andino murmured.

Behind her waiting at the end of the walkway, he could see the enforcer that had been posted at his house. Still fucking standing there. A precaution, his father said. No doubt, given the man was looking right at them, the fact she was there would somehow get back to his family.

Andino didn’t care.

She was there. She shouldn’t be, but she was.

More than anything, he wanted that. He also knew he should let this woman go. Turn her away, and get her the hell away from him as fast as fucking possible. He’d finally gotten her away from the mess that was him and his life, and she should stay gone. It would be better for her in the end.

He shouldn’t invite her in.

He shouldn’t keep hurting her.

“Do you want to come in?” he asked.

Famous last words

ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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