- Book 6 of The Devil's Price Series - Dear Violet, I’ve written you a lot of messages that I never sent. A part of me really wants you to know how I feel about you, but the other part of me thinks it’s better if you don’t. Dear Violet, Maybe this will be the last thing I’ll ever write to you. After this wedding, I might not be around anymore. And even if I was, you’d want nothing to do with me. “Violet...?” Damon couldn’t believe his eyes. Violet was standing before him, her long brown hair was blowing in the wind, and those purple eyes were shining brightly. “Hey,” Violet said softly, but Damon heard it loud and clear. This wasn’t a dream. This was real. She was there in the flesh, standing in front of him. “Violet, Violet!” Damon’s hand went to Violet’s stomach, putting pressure on it, hoping to stop the bleeding. Violet’s eyes were closed shut and her body felt cold. “Violet, please! Don’t close your eyes, baby!” He tried rocking her body back and forth, but Violet wasn’t responding.

- Book 7 of The Devil's Price Series - “Mmhm, you’re not hugging me tight enough,” Violet protested with a fake pout. Her arms were linked around Damon’s body and his arms were locked around hers too as they lay in bed. “Sweet girl, if I hug you any harder, I’m gonna crush you and our baby,” Damon said with a laugh. Though he was acting cool, he found it adorable that Violet was being so clingy. “Zachary?” “Yeah!” Violet clapped in excitement. “Or Zach, for short!” “Why Zachary?” Damon frowned, looking unconvinced. Violet smiled and grabbed his hand. She guided his index finger to her tattoo. “DVZ,” she explained. “It can mean Damon Van Zandt, or it can also be Damon, Violet, and Zach,” Damon’s lips twitched into a smile. That was perhaps the best thing he’d heard all day.

(AN: Please read The Mafia's Good Girl before this book!) - Book 5 of The Devil's Price Series - “Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet. “What’s this?” she asked. “A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars. Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank. Violet looked up to see Damon handing her a pen. She came into this room with the thought of backing out, but after reading the document, Violet had another change of heart. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh. * Warning: Mature content ahead. Enter at your own risk. *

When Lynda Lustig met Louie Milito, she was a sixteen-year-old high-school dropout with a taste for adventure and an agonizing childhood. When they were married two years later, he was not yet a made man in the powerful Gambino crime family. Louie was a hairdresser who dabbled in petty thievery. But Lynda was so happy to be out of her domineering mothers loveless house. And over the years, she was willing to forgive her husband for anything: his violent rages, his frequent absences, his shady associates, and the blood on his hands. For twentyfour years Lynda Milito remained loyal to this charming and dangerous criminal -- her childrens father and close friend of crime boss John Gotti and underboss Sammy the Bull Gravano. But in 1988, Louie Milito disappeared, murdered by the very people he had always trusted to protect him. A crime story, a family story, a love story, Mafia Wife is the shockingly intimate, brutally honest tale of a survivor -- and of the life she lived in the dark bosom of the underworld.

NOW A MAJOR TV SERIES The electrifying, untold story of the women born into the most deadly and obscenely wealthy of the Italian mafias – and how they risked everything to bring it down. The Calabrian Mafia—known as the ’Ndrangheta—is one of the richest and most ruthless crime syndicates in the world, with branches stretching from America to Australia. It controls seventy percent of the cocaine and heroin supply in Europe, manages billion-dollar extortion rackets, brokers illegal arms deals—supplying weapons to criminals and terrorists—and plunders the treasuries of both Italy and the European Union. The ’Ndrangheta’s power derives from a macho mix of violence and silence—omertà. Yet it endures because of family ties: you are born into the syndicate, or you marry in. Loyalty is absolute. Bloodshed is revered. You go to prison or your grave and kill your own father, brother, sister, or mother in cold blood before you betray The Family. Accompanying the ’Ndrangheta’s reverence for tradition and history is a violent misogyny among its men. Women are viewed as chattel, bargaining chips for building and maintaining clan alliances and beatings—and worse—are routine. In 2009, after one abused ’Ndrangheta wife was murdered for turning state’s evidence, prosecutor Alessandra Cerreti considered a tantalizing possibility: that the ’Ndrangheta’s sexism might be its greatest flaw—and her most effective weapon. Approaching two more mafia wives, Alessandra persuaded them to testify in return for a new future for themselves and their children. A feminist saga of true crime and justice, The Good Mothers is the riveting story of a high-stakes battle pitting a brilliant, driven woman fighting to save a nation against ruthless mafiosi fighting for their existence. Caught in the middle are three women fighting for their children and their lives. Not all will survive.

- Book 4 of The Devil's Price Series - “Hey, I’m really sorry,” he said. “Let me make it up to you,” “How?” “First, with this,” Parting his lips slightly, he aimed for her lips and kissed her in that hot and persuasive way. Violet couldn’t help but melt into his kiss and sigh softly into the air. “Hmm, that’s a good start,” she murmured. “Second,” he said, smirking mischievously, and he started undressing himself. Before she knew it, Damon’s clothes were all on the floor and he joined her inside the large tub. * * * * * * * * * * * * he pulled his shirt to the side and revealed the left side of his chest. Next to the scars and bullet wounds, Violet saw a freshly made tattoo consisting of three little letters. V R C “This stands for Violet Rose Carvey, the girl that forever has my heart,” * * * * * * * * * * * * “Violet Rose Carvey,” he said. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet. “What’s this?” she asked. “A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars. Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh. * Warning: Mature content ahead. Enter at your own risk. *