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Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Excerpt: An Obsession With Vengeance by Nancy Haviland / @indiesagepromo @nancy_haviland





Title: An Obsession with Vengeance
Series: Wanted Men, Book 3
Author: Nancy Haviland
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Release Date: July 21, 2015
Genre: Contemporary, Suspense, Organized Crime, Romance

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Maksim Kirov is a mobster who gets what he wants, both at his posh gentleman’s club in Hell’s Kitchen and in the bedroom. Sexy, dangerous, and obsessed with control, he’s risen through the ranks to become a highly respected leader in the tight-knit Tarasov crime syndicate. He rules with an iron fist…until he meets Sydney Martin.

The Australian-born Sydney is determined to refuse Maks’s advances, despite their electrifying chemistry. The owner of a neighboring nightclub, Sydney rules her own domain. But when a deal with a Mexican drug cartel goes terribly wrong, she has no choice but to turn to Maksim and the Tarasov organization for protection. Could giving in to their intense attraction be what saves both Maks and Sydney? Or will their all-consuming passion—and her shocking secret—destroy their lives?

In the hot and scandalous third installment of the Wanted Men series, lust and loyalty clash in New York’s mob underworld.


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Excerpt:
She glanced at the display screen on her phone, fully meaning to toss it to the cushions next to her. Until she saw the text.
“Ugh,” she groaned. There went her Saturday.
“What?”
“The costumes are ready for the Thanksgiving float. The mother of one of the committee members did them, and she lives in Stamford. I have to drive out there to pick them up.”
From the time Andrew and Eleanor were little, Sydney and Emily had, as so many parents did, taken them to the annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. They’d been so enamored that she and Emily had looked into volunteering their time in any way they could just so they could say they were a part of it.
“Connecticut?” Andrew asked with a twisted mouth.
She nodded and put her newly polished drama skills to work. “Come with me, please. I know you want to spend the day playing, but will you change your plans and keep me company for the drive? Pleeease?” she wailed, slouching low so that her chin hit her chest as she clasped her hands in front of her.
“’Kay. Can we stop at Starbucks for a Cookie Dough Frappuccino?”
She straightened immediately and gave him a playful swat to the thigh. “I can’t believe it’s come to me having to beg and bribe you to spend time with me.”
“You don’t, Mom. I would’ve come. You didn’t have to beg.”
She tried not to smile. “And the bribe?”
“I do love my Fraps.”
Laughing, she dragged herself to her feet and went to throw on some jeans and a blouse, not looking forward to what should be only a three-hour drive there and back but would most likely turn into five because of traffic. Andrew met her at the door, backpack forever on his shoulder, and she locked up before following him down the stairs.
“Now that you mention Starbucks, remind me to grab some gift cards for your teachers. I’ll put them in their Thanksgiving basket.” Another thing she did every year because the teachers at Andrew’s school were saints in her eyes, and they deserved much more than the coffee, chocolate, and biscuits she tucked away under the pretty bow and cellophane.
“Better make sure you give it to my teacher first. At least she’ll be fair in handing them out. Not like Mr.—”
“Andrew,” she interrupted as she paused behind him on the bottom step. He looked back at her with his hands on the push bar across the steel door.
“What? Mom, seriously, he hates just the guys. Ask anyone.”
Shaking her head, she had no need to ask about the teacher they were speaking of because she’d seen and heard about him from enough people to know what Andrew said was true. She defended the miserable man anyway as she motioned her son forward, at the same time hitting the “Unlock” button on her key fob. “You never know what someone’s home life is—”
All Sydney would remember later was the noise. The deafening, destructive racket that filled her head and made her ears ring as she was violently thrown back. She came down hard on the steps. Air whooshed from her lungs when a heavy weight landed on top of her and another on it. The sound of metal and other debris raining down sounded close by. Dizziness assaulted her, and, coughing, she tried to call out to her son but couldn’t, couldn’t even breathe. She reached out in a feverish scramble, her heart lodging in her throat . . .
Until she realized the thing doing its best to suffocate her was her precious boy, and he was already cursing and attempting to shove the heavy steel door off them.








Nancy Haviland is the author of the bestselling romantic suspense series, WANTED MEN. She writes about her alpha mobsters and their ladies from her home near Toronto, Ontario. She has three children, an arrogant but playful kitty named Talbot, and she adores her Tim Horton's coffee, as any self-respecting Canadian would. She writes contemporary romantic suspense but will happily read anything that involves two people smooching.


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