Release Blitz: For Logan by Soraya Naomi
Title: For Logan
Series: Chicago Syndicate #5
Author: Soraya Naomi
Genre: New Adult Mafia Romance
Release Date: August 27,
2016
After a lifetime of loss, Logan Wade
has no faith in things such as justice. He screws and discards women
with ease, and deep down, he doesn’t even know who he is anymore.
He’s an agent who’s defecting to the Chicagoan mafia, the
Syndicate.
However, Logan’s tightly scheduled plans
derail when he meets Rosalia Calderone, the mafia counselor's
daughter, who's ten years younger, reckless, and doesn’t know when
to keep quiet. Shrouded under the secrets of her parents, Rosalia has
been kept out of mafia business her entire life until unforeseen
circumstances thrust her into Logan’s path. As she grows closer to
him, Rosalia sees that there’s much more to Logan than what he
shows the world. Even though she realizes it's dangerous to fall for
a closed-off man like him, she’s a girl who always follows her
heart.
What starts as a forced acquaintance turns into
an illicit affair where risks are taken and bonds are broken, and
Logan and Rosalia learn that love can be disastrous.
Every
action has a consequence, and matters of the heart are no
exception.
A New Adult Mafia Romance.
A
complete standalone.
From Soraya Naomi, Amazon
Bestselling Author of For Fallon and For Luca.
Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary
Awards 2014 winner of Best Breakout Novel For Fallon (Chicago
Syndicate, #1)
Prologue
Rosalia
“Forgive me, Father, for I have
sinned,” I confess in the small booth and shut my eyes, causing two
tears to roll down my cheeks in regret.
Sometimes we take risks and they don’t
play out as we expected, but it’s better to regret something you
did do than to regret something you didn’t do. Living with what
could’ve been is far worse.
“You haven’t sinned,” a familiar,
deep voice comments.
My gaze shoots up to the lattice screen
in time to see him exiting the compartment. Then he yanks open my
door. I’m met with stormy, sapphire eyes – the color of a
cloudless sky – that have haunted my dreams for many nights.
Logan steps forward, but I push him out
of the confessional with both of my palms on his hard chest. “Where
have you been?” I demand, wiping my tears away angrily.
As my vision clears, I’m astounded by
how much he reminds me of the man I fell in love with. His navy dress
shirt is tucked into his slacks, showing off his toned torso.
Nonetheless, this is the man that is my Heaven and my Hell. My
current Hell; but the time we lived in Heaven together isn’t easily
forgotten.
He studies me for a long moment, as if
I’m a figment of his imagination. Then he runs his fingers through
his dirty blonde hair and messes up the strands, making him much too
appealing in his anguish.
“Rosa,” he says in a tormented
tone. Reaching for me, he cups the back of my head and threads his
fingers through my long, black hair.
His sandalwood cologne invades my
nostrils and brings back memories that are best left in some dusty
corner of my mind. He lowers his forehead to mine, and I clutch his
shirt as the passion he incites in me still pumps furiously through
my veins. His thumb strokes the dimple on my cheek while we stare at
each other.
“I should hate you,” I mumble,
confused.
“No. I’ve come to explain.”
“Explain what? You broke my heart and
left. Everything’s ruined!”
“I had to leave to set things
straight and so that I didn’t get killed in the process, Rosa,”
he snarls. Yet, in a softer tone, he adds, “But I had to see if
you’re okay.”
We’re standing face-to-face, and as
he tilts my head up, I recognize the flame of love in his dark
irises. As usual, we lose control the second his mouth slants over
mine. He commands my emotions with the heat of his touch. Logan’s
lips urge mine apart, guiding me hungrily into his masterful kiss.
One large hand covers my ass while he palms my head. On their own
accord, my arms wind around his neck. Our teeth clash and our tongues
dance in a teasing foray – desperately recapturing a love that
others tried to extinguish.
He growls and lifts me up into his arms
effortlessly. My jade, knee-length dress rides up my hips when I hook
my legs around him before he carries me to the elevated altar of the
church, surrounded by devotional statues and lit candles. I’m
shoved onto the two-step carpeted stairs in front of the altar while
we grind into each other. Logan nips a path up my throat as I gaze up
at the painted angels on the dome ceiling. He pulls my lips between
his teeth and bites the corner of my mouth.
“I need to fuck you,” he groans
huskily, pressing his rock-hard erection against me.
We’re both breathing heavily,
forgetting where we are – in the Parish of the Blessed, in the
middle of the day, with people inside the sacristy.
This is what he’s done to me. Even
after everything, I’m unable to deny him. I’ve chosen to be bad
right along with him, and I’m choosing it again.
We’ve always been reckless. We’ve
broken a family apart. And now, we’re about to fuck in the church
where the wedding will take place in less than twenty-four hours.
Prologue
Rosalia
“Forgive me, Father, for I have
sinned,” I confess in the small booth and shut my eyes, causing two
tears to roll down my cheeks in regret.
Sometimes we take risks and they don’t
play out as we expected, but it’s better to regret something you
did do than to regret something you didn’t do. Living with what
could’ve been is far worse.
“You haven’t sinned,” a familiar,
deep voice comments.
My gaze shoots up to the lattice screen
in time to see him exiting the compartment. Then he yanks open my
door. I’m met with stormy, sapphire eyes – the color of a
cloudless sky – that have haunted my dreams for many nights.
Logan steps forward, but I push him out
of the confessional with both of my palms on his hard chest. “Where
have you been?” I demand, wiping my tears away angrily.
As my vision clears, I’m astounded by
how much he reminds me of the man I fell in love with. His navy dress
shirt is tucked into his slacks, showing off his toned torso.
Nonetheless, this is the man that is my Heaven and my Hell. My
current Hell; but the time we lived in Heaven together isn’t easily
forgotten.
He studies me for a long moment, as if
I’m a figment of his imagination. Then he runs his fingers through
his dirty blonde hair and messes up the strands, making him much too
appealing in his anguish.
“Rosa,” he says in a tormented
tone. Reaching for me, he cups the back of my head and threads his
fingers through my long, black hair.
His sandalwood cologne invades my
nostrils and brings back memories that are best left in some dusty
corner of my mind. He lowers his forehead to mine, and I clutch his
shirt as the passion he incites in me still pumps furiously through
my veins. His thumb strokes the dimple on my cheek while we stare at
each other.
“I should hate you,” I mumble,
confused.
“No. I’ve come to explain.”
“Explain what? You broke my heart and
left. Everything’s ruined!”
“I had to leave to set things
straight and so that I didn’t get killed in the process, Rosa,”
he snarls. Yet, in a softer tone, he adds, “But I had to see if
you’re okay.”
We’re standing face-to-face, and as
he tilts my head up, I recognize the flame of love in his dark
irises. As usual, we lose control the second his mouth slants over
mine. He commands my emotions with the heat of his touch. Logan’s
lips urge mine apart, guiding me hungrily into his masterful kiss.
One large hand covers my ass while he palms my head. On their own
accord, my arms wind around his neck. Our teeth clash and our tongues
dance in a teasing foray – desperately recapturing a love that
others tried to extinguish.
He growls and lifts me up into his arms
effortlessly. My jade, knee-length dress rides up my hips when I hook
my legs around him before he carries me to the elevated altar of the
church, surrounded by devotional statues and lit candles. I’m
shoved onto the two-step carpeted stairs in front of the altar while
we grind into each other. Logan nips a path up my throat as I gaze up
at the painted angels on the dome ceiling. He pulls my lips between
his teeth and bites the corner of my mouth.
“I need to fuck you,” he groans
huskily, pressing his rock-hard erection against me.
We’re both breathing heavily,
forgetting where we are – in the Parish of the Blessed, in the
middle of the day, with people inside the sacristy.
This is what he’s done to me. Even
after everything, I’m unable to deny him. I’ve chosen to be bad
right along with him, and I’m choosing it again.
We’ve always been reckless. We’ve
broken a family apart. And now, we’re about to fuck in the church
where the wedding will take place in less than twenty-four hours.
I read many genres but favor intense,
seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves
fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love
tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I
don't secretly want to be kidnapped, though!
I have a passionate obsession with the
written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often.
My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago
Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For
Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds
Semi Annual Literary Awards.
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