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.
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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.”
“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.
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.