Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance
(Roman Crime Family)
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."
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.
Join the Family
#FamilyAboveEverything
Exclusive Excerpt
from Fallen Angel Book 5:
He
ignored the thump on his office door for as long as he could, knowing
immediately who it was by the knock. The more he ignored it the louder and more
annoying it became. Placing his cigar into an ashtray and his half empty glass
of scotch on the desk, he walked over unlocking the door. Opening it before
turning to sit back down.
“Come
in already.”
Angel
pushed open the door slightly, finding Nick where he’d spent most of his time
since coming back from Miami. At his desk, scotch in hand. Staring at Scooby
Doo on the TV. Playing that freaking song over and over on repeat, until he was
sure it was going to make his ears bleed.
“Umm
boss, I was just told Jess is here. What you want me to do?”
“Nothing.
It’s as always.” His body became rigid, eyes narrowing.
“Come
the fuck on, Nick. We both know it’s not as always. You broke it off in Miami
and you haven’t spoken to each other in over four weeks.”
“None
of your business, Angel.”
“With
all due respect, it is my business. You’re my business. Since coming back
you’ve been fucking angry as hell. All you do is go around, blowing people away
for sneezing.”
“I’m
telling you-”
“Nick,
stop with the threats. We both know you won’t go through with them, especially
with me. Now, you have to deal with her before this destroys you. Especially
since you will be seeing her in a few
minutes.”
“I’ll
deal with her when I’m good and ready. Until then, get out of my office.”
“Boss-”
“Angel,
get the fuck out before I blow you away for breathing.”
“I
don’t know why I keep putting up with the shit between the two of you. You both
deserve each other.” Angel slammed the door, muttering under his breath several
choice curse words as he went off to find Jess.
Maybe,
just maybe she would be willing to listen to reason.
Then
again, it was Jess.
She
was just as bullheaded as Nick.
Authors Bios:
Alisa Anderson
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. :)
Cameron Skye
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.
