Blog Tour w/Giveaway: Where the Snow Falls by London Miller & Bethany-Kris
Where the Snow Fallsby London Miller & Bethany-Kris Seasons of Betrayal #2 Publication Date: August 8, 2016 Genres: Adult, Maifa Romance, Organized Crime
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Synopsis: Blood always leaves the brightest stains where the snow falls.Fresh out of lockup, Kazimir Markovic is focused on two things only—having Violet Gallucci back at his side, and putting his father in the ground. With his plans already in motion the very second he’s free, Kaz goes after what’s most important. Violet first. Vasily second. The Russians are out for blood. The Italians want their blood back. It’s only a matter of time before someone comes for Kaz and Violet—hiding was never in their plans. And they’ve been waiting for this … The game they’re playing is dangerous. Someone always has to lose. From authors London Miller (Den of Mercenaries) and Bethany-Kris (The Chicago War) comes the second installment in the Seasons of Betrayal series that has readers calling it “A modern day Romeo and Juliet.”
DON'T MISS HOW KAZ & VIOLET'S FORBIDDEN LOVE STORY STARTED IN WHERE THE SUN HIDES!
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Synopsis: In places where the sun can hide, the darkest betrayals are made.Violet Gallucci and Kazimir Markovic have grown up in the same city, but on opposite sides of the game they call life—Violet, an Italian principessa della mafia, and Kaz, a Russian Bratva heir. Lines have been drawn, and they know not to cross them. Their paths crossed once, a long time ago, but when they meet again, the territory and rules set out by their families that have kept them separated seem to bleed away. She's more than her last name … He’s more than a Russian … But secrets from the past—and the people determined to keep them hidden—have other plans for Violet and Kaz. Rival families. One city. Star-crossed lovers. They should be enemies. It could mean war. This is just the beginning … From authors Bethany-Kris (The Chicago War) and London Miller (Volkov Bratva) comes a thrilling, sexy new series—Seasons of Betrayal. Where the Russians and Italians clash in culture, mafia … and love.
“Find something you want,” he said, “before it gets too late and they won’t serve breakfast.”
“Call it brunch.”
“That word didn’t even exist until lazy, rich women made it up.”
Violet didn’t bother to argue the point because he was probably right. “What do you want to eat?”
She felt his smile grow sinful against her skin. “They won’t serve it, krasivaya.”
Heat pooled deep in the pit of her stomach at his suggestive words. “Stop that.”
Kaz’s fingers danced a little higher on her thigh, making a quick line to work between them. “I could, but—”
Loud voices, a slamming door, and the sounds of shoes hitting hardwood stopped Kaz’s fingers in their trek. Kaz lifted his head slightly, turning just enough to see the entryway of the kitchen. Nervousness settled deep in Violet.
He hadn't said people were coming over.
She wasn’t even properly dressed.
Still, his hand tightened to her leg as if he didn’t plan to let her leave, either.
The new voice stunned Violet for a second—it was female.
The second voice, gruffer and deeper, didn’t sound pleased at all. “Maya, goddamn, woman. You don’t need to be shouting in someone’s house, no? It’s not even noon yet. Ostanovit with that shit, huh?”
“Shut up, Kolya.”
Violet’s brow raised a little higher as a petite, dark-haired woman barreled into the kitchen with a grin firmly planted on her face. Her gaze quickly took in Violet, but just as fast, it moved to Kaz. She was almost pixie-like in appearance and small-framed like a dancer, maybe. The short, spiked style of her hair certainly added to her whole fairy aura.
“You are here,” Maya said. “And that asshole didn't tell me.”
“That asshole is right here, Maya.”
The man who strolled in behind Maya, a scowl etched onto his strong features, looked like he wanted to be just about anywhere but there at that moment. He stood a good foot and a half taller than the girl did and looked to be at least two-hundred pounds, if not more, of solid muscle. His size, mixed in with the dismissive attitude he sported, screamed ‘back off.’ Violet wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, but the man’s—Kolya, the girl had said—dark eyes barely passed Violet a glance.
In fact, he only looked at Kaz.
“I tried,” he offered, saying nothing else. “She’s nosy as shit.”
Maya’s hand swung out and smacked Kolya hard in the stomach. “Shut up, you.”
Kolya barely reacted. “Sorry, Kaz.”
Kaz shrugged. “All’s good.”
For him, maybe.
Violet still didn’t know who these people were. She put her hand over Kaz’s on her thigh and squeezed, trying to convey her questions without outright asking. She didn’t want to be rude to people she figured were probably his friends.
Even if the man across the room still didn’t look all that approachable or friendly.
She really wished she had put on some goddamn pants.
Kaz pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and helped her down from the stool. Standing, Violet was grateful the dress shirt fell to her mid-thigh and kept her decent enough. Kaz stood, too, taking his coffee with him.
“Couldn’t wait a couple of days, Maya?” Kaz asked.
Maya rocked on her heels. “Why should I? You didn’t even bother to tell me you were coming to the city.”
Kaz nodded in Violet’s direction. “Maybe I had a reason for that, no?”
“I didn’t know that, either!” Maya’s bright blue eyes swung back to Violet’s quiet form; she looked her over and grinned a little wider. “Hi. Maya”—she pointed at herself then at Kolya—“and Mr. Asshole here is Kolya. Don’t mind him; he didn’t get his hugs this morning.”