Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance Part 5
A Roman Crime Family Novel
Alisa Anderson & Cameron Skye
“Fallen Angel is a dark, tasty appetizer with echoes of “The Sopranos.” It’s like picking up a Lindt truffle on your way out of the store. There’s just enough to wake up your taste buds, or in this case, other parts due South.” – Margo’s Red Light District
“Gritty,sexy and with a strong but vulnerable female lead. Fallen Angel is a surprisingly good read.” – Ingrid Hall
“Is Jess going to get sucked into a world with Nick that will destroy her or will she bring Nick to the other side and they find happy ever after? I will be grabbing the next book soon. I need to know more about this story and what the future holds.” – TBird, Crystals Many Reviews
“Fallen Angel is a quick and sexy read. I hope to get the chance to read the next installment. I want to know more about Nick and the dangerous games he’s playing. – Angela, Crystals Many Reviews.”
Some events in this series are based on events from author, Cameron Skye’s life. Where does fiction meet reality? You decide.
Fallen Angel is a mafia romance serial novel released every 4 to 6 weeks, at approximately 8000 to 11000 words each. Due to sexual content, implied and actual scenes of abuse, violence, organized crime, language and frequent illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter.
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Baby girl’s taking a ride
As past, present and future collide
Riding loose, living rough
Wondering when it’s finally enough
Baby boy wants to rescue her from it all
He loves her hard…doesn’t wanna see her fall
He wants to take her away, from all of the pain
From the nightmares begging to leave their stain
But some nightmares…won’t go away
Some find ways…to make you pay
But through darkness and screams you can find the light
It’s just sometimes you do a little dirt…to make it thru the night.
Excerpt from Fallen Angel Book 5:
Reaching the top of the stairs, he asked the rest of the girls to leave the room. She was sitting in front of the mirror, putting on blood red lipstick. Catching his reflection in the mirror, her eyes filled. She got up to hug him.
“How you been, bambino?”
Jess giggled. She always giggled when he called her bambino.
“I’ve been perfect.”
“Perfect, my ass. Have you eaten anything since we left Miami?”
“Liar. Jess, you need to stop the coke, this is out of control. You’re getting too fucking thin.”
“Oh, Angel.” She sighed. “One can never be too thin. Model, walking hanger, remember?”
“Fuck being a hanger. I could give a rat’s ass less if you’re a model or not. Come on, you’re going to eat something.”
“I’m honestly not hungry. Besides, Nick’s here isn’t he?”
“I’m not playing whatever the fuck game is going on between you two. I’m so over the both of you. Come with me now, or I will pick your skinny ass up and carry you directly to him.”
She knew she wasn’t going to win this round, following him to the bar. Going behind, he pulled up a bag. Taking out a bowl of strawberries.
“How did you know I love strawberries?”
“It’s part of my job to know you, Jess.”
“Scary job, huh?” She sighed heavily.
“Nah. I’ve grown to love your crazy ass.” He softly touched her cheek, smiling at her with so much care and affection. He truly was her knight in shining armor.
She smiled back at him, but her smile was short lived.
“Angel?” Nicks voice bellowed from the background.
“At the bar. You need to see this.”
“Don’t you fucking dare call him.” She pleaded, almost becoming hysterical.
“Not playing the game remember, dearest?”
Nick came around the corner. Stopping when he saw her.
She was nothing but skin and bones. You could count her ribs and see her spine running down her back. His throat squeezed shut, not only because of how she looked, but at the fact she was no longer his.
He missed her, craved her….loved her.
And wanted to beat her ass for how she had let herself get this way.
“Look at me.”
“I said look at me.”
She turned, her eyes fixed on his face. Crossing her arms over her chest defensively. She tried to hide them under make-up, but he could see the dark purple circles under her eyes. Her face gaunt from the amount of weight she’d lost.
“Jesus, Jess.” Nick’s voice a hoarse whisper. Filled with hurt and concern.
Every emotion she tried to kill for the past four weeks, came back in at once. Hitting her so quickly she felt she couldn’t breathe from her lungs seizing up.
Her heart physically hurt, breaking at the sight of him.
She started trembling, trying her damndest not to cry.
“You aren’t working. Carry her to my office.”
“You don’t get to order me around anymore remember?”
“How could I forget that fact, Jess. But the fact this is my club and I’m your boss, overrules any boyfriend, girlfriend bullshit. You’ll do as I say, and I said you aren’t working. There’s no debate on the subject. Angel, pick her up.”
well…alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don’t judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you’re alright, buddy. you’re ok in my book. now c’mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.
she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that’s it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?
but alas…apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey’s genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well…yeah, i wouldn’t have suggested it…(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. 🙂
When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen’s terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.
She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.
Thank you so much for reading Fallen Angel and for supporting independent authors, like us. We love getting reader feedback, so please be sure to leave a review at Amazon or Goodreads.
Book 6 in the series is in editing and will be released very shortly. It’s the last book in the Fallen Angel series but for those that love Nick and Jess, we are in talks of continuing their journey.
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