Happy Thursday everyone.
Bethany-Kris is at it again with another captivating organize crime romance novel. I must say I wish I could have gotten my hands on an arc for this one. I read an excerpt of BENI and was immediately intrigued.
Normally I would only share one excerpt but I am going to make an exception and give you two excerpts today.
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Guzzi Legacy, #4
Publication Date: October 7, 2019
Genres: Adult, STANDALONE, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance
Chicago has never been more fun, or dangerous …
Sent away with his identical twin to get their wild ways under control, Beni Guzzi expects nothing to change. Same crap, new city, right? But if the boss of the Chicago mob can’t set the principes straight, then nothing will.
And then she rolls into town.
Stuck in a job that seems intent to keep her working behind a desk, August Rivera hopes a trip to the windy city for an assignment will make the magazine finally give her a spread. But getting to see her best friend, well, that’s just a bonus.
And then she sees him from across a club.
With a gang causing trouble for the Outfit, and a Capo’s crew in shambles, Beni has a million other things to focus on except the beautiful New Yorker who keeps finding her way into his bed. The thing is, when he’s with August, everything is better—easier.
Falling in love while handling family drama and mafia affairs is anything but simple … and in this business? It only takes a single mistake to lose it all.
That lesson can’t be taught, and it always comes too late.
NOTE: Beni is a standalone novel within The Guzzi Legacy series. It can be read as such.
“Another round,” he called. “Henny next!”
“Fuck,” Beni groaned, “now you’re trying to kill me, bro.”
People liked to act as though Hennessey tasted great, but in fact, it was shit. Absolute, and total garbage. Add onto the horrible taste of the liquor, and it almost always had Beni puking by the end of the night, but especially when he mixed it with other spirits.
“Are you calling it a night, then? Gonna pussy out, Beni?”
Fuck his twin for knowing the right buttons to push.
“Never,” Beni muttered, flipping his own hand up at the laughter of their friends to wave for the bartender, too. “Another round—Henny.” He pointed a finger at his twin, adding, “But then we’re doing Fireball.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
Because as much as his twin knew his secrets, Beni had all of Bene’s locked up tight, too. He could play that game, if his brother wanted. He was good for it, always.
When the bartender didn’t come as fast as they wanted, their calls for the man became louder, and more obnoxious. But wasn’t that every fucking twenty-one-year-old man, anyway? They were just trying to have fun.
Of course, trouble always followed.
It was the twins’ way.
“Fuckin’ Guzzis thinking they own every goddamn place they step into,” someone from the group down the bar muttered. “Why don’t you all crawl into one of your holes, and party there?”
Beni tipped his chin up, not bothering to give whoever that was his attention. Instead, his gaze drifted to his brother at the other end of their large group. Bene matched his posture with wide shoulders going stiff, chin raised in defiance, and an almost manic gleam in his eye.
Piss off a Guzzi, or bad mouth them, and the savage came out to play.
It didn’t matter.
No one said a goddamn thing about a Guzzi without it being answered, and usually, violently. Beni didn’t know if it was a pride thing, or what. A thick rush of rage filled his bloodstream with every beat of his heart because fuck all of that.
The guy wasn’t just insulting him and his twin—but to be honest, that was enough to make him want to break the fucker’s neck—but his entire clan. His father, the other three Guzzi brothers, and their mother, too. He didn’t even have to name Cara Guzzi; didn’t have to breathe a single word about her. He simply had to lump all Guzzis into one bunch, and they were insulting the boys’ mother, too.
That would not fly over.
Bene, who had still been toying with the empty shot glass in his hand, set it down to the top of the bar a bit harder than was necessary. Beni turned when his twin came around their group of friends who had all gone suspiciously silent.
They knew what was about to happen.
The guy—Bene knew which one made the comment, given he had been staring that way—didn’t even see the twins coming for him. Fists flew after they yanked the fucker from his bar stool to the floor.
Soon, a whole crowd was fighting. Their friends. The fucker’s friends. Some random guy that got knocked sideways during the scuffle. Even the club’s security that rushed in to try and break it up.
The wild Guzzi twins struck again.
You’d think people would learn.
“Call the fucking cops!”
August cocked a brow right back at him.
The response prompted the twin on the left to flash perfect, white teeth in a grin that had her stomach doing flipflops. His tongue peeked out to touch the corner of his upper lip that curled in his amusement.
Her heart skipped beats.
“Found someone you like?”
Her staring contest with the strangely beautiful twin across the room was broken when August turned to find Camilla grinning at her side. A bottle of her favorite whiskey in hand, and a whole line of shot glasses already lined up on the bar, she must have been standing there enjoying August’s little show for a while.
She wasn’t even ashamed.
“Who is that?” August asked, not bothering to look the twins’ way again.
“The one on the right is Bene—Benedetto. The left, or rather, the one now coming your way looking like he wants to take a bite out of you, is Beni—Benito.”
“How can you tell the difference?”
“The leather bracelets they wear. Bene’s is always on his right, Beni on his left. The same position they always stand next to each other. And he really is coming your way. Use their nicknames, they prefer it. Oh, and don’t mention the strange twinness things they do. They really can’t help it, and don’t even realize when they’re doing it.”
“Coming my wa—”
“Smile, Aug,” her friend murmured, “because he looks like he’s a man on a mission, and from the rumors I have heard … you want to be the woman his attention finds. Smile.”
“I’ll just leave this with you, and go find Tom,” her friend interjected, handing the bottle of whiskey over but taking two shot glasses full of the amber liquid for herself. “And have fun!”
Her friend was already walking away.
August watched her go until—
She knew it was him without even needing to turn around to see him. Because his voice caused her skin to pebble with goosebumps, and her heart picked up speed all over again. His close proximity had her body heating up like nothing else, and a grin started to form on her lips as she nibbled on her bottom lip.
“You here with someone?” he asked.
August squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, still not ready to turn around. If she did it before she was ready, she would probably embarrass herself, and that was not what she wanted to do here. Not by a long shot.
“Just my friends,” she said.
“Cam, yeah. Her husband is a friend. Your name?”
August finally decided to turn around, then, coming face to face with a man who looked like the gracious and good God above had spent just a little more time creating him. Up close, it was far more apparent to her just how beautiful he was.
“August Rivera,” she said.
He held out a hand.
She took it.
And that heat?
Only burned hotter.
“August,” he said, as though he were tasting her name in his mouth. And goddamn, it sounded good coming out of those full lips. “Beni.”
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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