Noelle grew up never knowing she was the illegitimate daughter of a mafia king
pin. After his murder, she finds herself a surprise heiress immersed in the
dangerous world of organized crime with only the guidance of Marco Santos, her
father’s second in command, to help her.
between the two as Marco searches for her father’s killer. He tries to keep the
realities of his life from touching her and an already dangerous situation
turns volatile when a killer turns his attention to Lessa.
Her mother should be working the swing shift at the hospital, so she auto-dialed her mom’s cell number. It rang twice.
“Hi honey,” Erin Noelle said.
“Hey Mom.” Lessa glanced away from Santos, who was now listening closely to her side of the conversation. “Are you busy?”
“I can talk for a moment. What’s up?”
The background noise of the hospital faded out as her mother probably ducked into a
room to hear her better.
“I need to ask you something.” She struggled for courage to ask the question which could change everything.
“What now?” Erin laughed.
Lessa took a deep breath. “Who is Jiovanni Tazio, and why is he sending me a letter saying he’s my father?”
Erin made a startled sound and the line went quiet.
“Mom?” Dread filled her. Her mom was supposed to say she didn’t know who the heck Jiovanni Tazio was.
“How did you find out?” Erin demanded.
“It’s true?” The line went silent again. Lessa spun to focus on the
photo from the long-ago trip to Disney. Of the three of them smiling—her
mother, Lessa, and the man she’d thought was her father. Who maybe
“Of course it’s not true. Peter’s your father. You look just like him.”
But she didn’t. She closed her eyes. She and Peter had similar
coloring. Blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin. But her features were like
“Just send the letter back to this man. He obviously got the wrong person.”
Her mom’s voice was too cool, and Lessa didn’t believe a word. “You mean hand it back to the courier?”
Erin gasped a second time. “Get away from him. Jiovanni’s men are dangerous.”
“Who says it’s a man? And who says it isn’t Jiovanni himself?” The
depth of her mother’s lies started to work through her. She pressed her
hand against her burning stomach.
“You have to get away from him right now.”
She shook her head even though her mother couldn’t see her. “You lied to me. All these
years, and you pretended Peter was my father.”
“Sweetie, listen to me, they’re dangerous people. I had to lie to keep
you safe. You need to stay as far away from Jiovanni as possible.”
She almost choked on her outrage. “That shouldn’t be a problem since,
apparently, he’s dead.” And with him dead, she’d never have the chance
to find out who her father really was.
romantic suspense. She lives in the Sierra Nevada Mountains with her husband,
two daughters, two horses, two cats, and a dog.