What happens when the one you love is on the wrong side of the law?
Thank you 69 shades for letting me share my newest book, The Gangster’s Kiss, with your followers. You probably don’t get too many historical books on this site. Before there were bad boy bikers, rock stars, and fighters, there were the original bad boys – gangsters.
My story takes place back in the 1920’s. It’s a saga of small time romance and big time thugs. It’s a tale of a young woman whose thirst for adventure gets her in more trouble than she bargains for. I welcome you to take a walk on the dangerous side and fall in love with The Gangster’s Kiss.
John O’Malley’s sister is missing. All the clues of her disappearance lead to Hayward County, Wisconsin and the crooks and questionable sheriff that reside there. Pretending to be one of them, John takes a job as bodyguard for the sheriff’s beautiful sister, Grace. It seems like the perfect way to investigate their crimes and corruption, but when someone threatens to kill Grace, the job proves harder than he thought. Is she an innocent witness to a crime, or just as guilty as everyone else?
Grace Sullivan just wanted a normal life: find a good man, get married and have a family. She has had enough of looking the other way while her brother hides behind his sheriff’s badge to conduct shady dealings. Hiring a gangster named John to watch her is the final straw. When a face from the past threatens her life, she is forced to put her life in John’s hands, but as time goes on, all she really wants is to be in the gangster’s arms.
She watched from the dining room window. When John still hadn’t returned to the house, worry set in. He’d disappeared after parking the truck in the shed. Despite the humidity, a chill ran down her arms. The light-peach lace slip did little to provide much warmth. It was the one indulgence she’d bought while in St. Paul but had never worn. Skinny straps held up the sheer lace bodice. A delicate bow was embroidered into the front over slinky satin. French lace fell from the short hem and just reached her knees. Sheer silk stockings were rolled above her knees. Matching slippers adorned her feet. The shift in the wind had her reach for her robe before walking outside and across the porch to lean against a front post. Her hair fluttered in the wind. It hung loose down her back. The ends were still damp from her bath.
There he was. John leaned against the garage, wearing a pair of clean trousers and a crisp white sleeveless undershirt. He watched the fast moving clouds on the horizon and she glanced at the dark sky. The wind ruffled the leaves on the trees and the birds had stopped singing and fled to their nests. Her gazed returned to John and she licked her lips. What was he thinking? Was he really the one for her or the one for right now? When she’d made up her little list of her ideal man, never had she dreamed he might fit the bill. How quickly she had come to depend on him, and want him. She inhaled the moist air and rested her head on the post.
He seemed just as deep in thought as she was. Was he worried about the storm? Worried about his sister? John had every reason to be. If Daniel were missing, she would be hysterical with worry. Especially now that she knew who he was in bed with. Why, the men at her father’s funeral were surely a virtual who’s who of wanted posters from the post office wall.
John observed the clouds for a few minutes longer and then started to come her way. It wasn’t until he was about half way there that he seemed to notice her.
“Some bodyguard you are, John O’Malley, why I could have shot you dead by now.” Amusement filled her heart and she giggled. For all his talk, she knew in her heart that he was no killer.
“I doubt that, since you still can’t hit the broad side of a barn.” His tanned arm rested on the railing at the bottom of the stairs.
“I don’t waste my time on such trivial marks as barns when there are more desirable targets to hit.” How she loved to tease him. And flirt. She wrapped her arm around the post and placed her other hand on her hip. A cool burst of wind chilled her skin, causing her nipples to harden. His eyes darkened and lowered to the tight peaks.
“And what targets would those be, princess?” He grinned. That smile never failed to cause her heart to skip a beat. The man had the whitest teeth. Horse feathers, my, she was silly. Standing on the front porch, wearing next to nothing, and all she could think about was how nice his smile was. From the beginning, John had turned her world upside down and it had been worth every minute of upheaval. With each step he took up the stairs, her heart beat faster. The first heavy drops of rain started to pelt the ground.
“Killian, for one.” Just the man’s name caused her to tremble and close her eyes. “Let’s not think about him tonight.” Shaking off her fear, she opened her eyes and smiled. He stood on the step below her and yet she still had to look up to see his eyes.
“Why, John? Are you going to sweep me off my feet?” Her hands were shaking, but she still kept up the flirting and brave face.
“Yes.” A stray curl blew across her face and he reached out and tucked it behind her ear. “And then I’m going to make love to you like you’ve never been loved before.”
Heat rushed to her face and she couldn’t catch her breath. “Is that so?” Her voice came out low and raspy.
His fingers reached for hers. John brought her hand to his lips. “Yes.”
“You are quite the cocky fella, O’Malley.” The right side of her lips rose.
“I’m only stating the facts.” He stepped to her side and led her by the hand across the deck.
“Well, I’ll be the judge of that.” Her chest puffed out, but her trembling legs followed.
“That’s the plan, princess.” John pulled her through the front door and locked it behind them. Spying the shotgun in the corner, he grabbed it.
“What is that for?” She pointed to the gun.
“I’m spending all night in your bed and if anyone interrupts us, I’m going to shoot them.”
“My, you do know how to sweep a woman off her feet.” Her nerves tingled all the way to her toes. John would be spending the night with her, in her bed, making love to her. Could her heart beat any faster? Surely it would burst from her chest soon.
“I want to do more than that, but if you don’t, tell me now and I will leave.” He cupped her jaw in the palm of his hand.
Nerves or not, she didn’t hesitate. “Top of the stairs, first door on the right.”
John grinned, took her hand again, and led her up the steps. Opening the door to her room, he motioned for her to go in first. Never would she dream of having a man sleep here. This was her father’s house. The Judge would be using the shotgun on John if he was here, but he wasn’t. Somehow it seemed right that it was John with her. Why? She wasn’t sure yet, it just seemed right.
He shut the door, looked around, and moved to the bed. He leaned the gun against the bed. “Come here, princess.” Another rumble sounded in the distance as she stepped closer. Heat settled low in her belly. “From the first time I saw you, I’ve wanted you to be mine.”
“John.” It was all she could say before his lips touched hers. Her heart melted and warmth flowed through his veins. Strong arms held her close. The taste of apple pie moonshine lingered on his lips. Did he need the liquid courage? Maybe he was just as nervous as she was. The kiss deepened until she gasped for breath. Her head fell back and his firm lips nibbled on her neck. If it weren’t for the strong arm around her waist, her legs would have failed to keep her upright.
John kissed her lips once more before lifting her in his arms and placing her on the bed. Sliding the suspenders off his shoulders, the mattress squeaked as his knee settled on the bed. The motion was reminiscent of her dream. A strong breeze raised goose bumps and John snuggled close. His warmth immediately warmed the chill. Resting his head on his fist, he stared down at her face. With his thumb, he caressed her kiss-swollen lips before stroking her cheek.
“Your skin is so soft.” His words were muffled as his mouth dropped kisses on her throat. Her pulse raced. The hand that caressed her cheek trailed down her neck to slide the robe and strap free from her shoulder. When his palm settled on her breast, her hips jerked. She threaded her fingers through his hair. It was soft and full.
Inhaling the sweet, clean scent of his hair, she sighed. When his mouth settled on her breast, a moan escaped her lips. Her pulse hammered in her ears. Her chest was flushed and whisker burned. John raised his head. Brown eyes filled with passion locked onto hers. Rising to sitting, he pulled his shirt over his head. Lean muscles flexed as he tossed it onto a nearby chair. Her fingers itched to play across his chest. She licked her lips and settled her head into the soft pillow. Inhibitions gone, she remained as he left her. Breast exposed, hair tousled, and heart beating fast.
“It can’t go slow. I’ve waited so long to be with you.” His voice was heavy with yearning and his fingers came to rest on her throat.
Of its own accord, her right hand settled on his chest. The tight skin was warm, and the feel of his heartbeat was strong and fast. “Then don’t wait.”
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Ginger Ring is an eclectic, Midwestern girl with a weakness for cheese, dark chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers. She loves reading, playing with her cats, watching great movies, and has a quirky sense of humor. Publishing a book has been a lifelong dream of hers and she is excited to share her romantic stories with you. Her heroines are classy, sassy and in search of love and adventure. When Ginger isn’t tracking down old gangster haunts or stopping at historical landmarks, you can find her on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with her husband.
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