Thursday, January 2, 2014

Book Release: REDEMPTION is here!!!

Hi everyone! Finally, at last, it’s about damn time—Redemption (Blood and Honor, #3) is available at the following retailers! *breathing big sigh of relief* Apple, Kobo, Sony, and Diesel will come online over the next week or so.

I hope you all enjoy Antonio and Bianca's story. Many of you have emailed me at least once asking for it, and I very much appreciate your patience. This was a tough book to write; I cried buckets while writing it, and I hope all that emotion comes through. 

In case you didn't see my earlier posts, here's what it looks like and what it's about! 

Want to see the gorgeous cover?

Redemption (Blood and Honor, #3) by Dana Delamar

Many, many thanks to Scarlett Rugers for her awesome design!!!

What's it about? 

A mobster seeking redemption. A woman on a mission.
A powerful enemy ready to pounce…

Antonio Legato has always been an outsider, even though he's moved up in the Lucchesi mob organization. When he falls in love with Bianca Lucchesi, Antonio may at last become part of the family, but he’s hiding an ugly secret about her father’s death. Telling Bianca the truth will pit blood against blood and annihilate the family he loves.

Bianca Lucchesi is on a mission to help her brothers ruin Antonio so they can take their rightful place in the organization. As assistant to the don’s wife, Bianca seduces Antonio while pursuing her brothers’ revenge. But her loyalty is divided—she and Antonio share a secret that he’s unaware of. She longs to tell him, but fears he can never forgive what she’s done.

When Bianca and Antonio learn that her brothers have rashly allied with a cunning enemy who is plotting against the Lucchesis, can they heal the family’s wounds before everyone they love is destroyed?

Want a little taste?

Her heart pounding, Bianca Lucchesi smiled at the man she’d come to see while doing her best to ignore the one she’d never wanted to see again. Antonio Legato. She’d arranged to meet her uncle at the bank instead of at his home because she’d hoped to avoid Antonio. And here he was anyway.

Dio mio, would her heart never slow down? One glimpse of him had been enough to bring everything back. Everything she’d tried so damn hard to suppress. To forget.

She took a breath and widened her smile. “Zio Enrico,” she said as he came around the desk and embraced her, kissing her on both cheeks. Marriage had agreed with her godfather. He was still lean, still handsome as sin, with that black hair and those chocolate eyes. He looked happy again—not stricken, the way he’d looked at the funerals for her father and her brother Fedele.

Prego,” he said, motioning to the chair beside Antonio. “I don’t believe you’ve met my capo di società, Antonio Legato.”

Would Antonio say something about their past? She stuck out her hand and tried to look mildly interested. Anything but infuriated. Or hurt. “Signore,” she said.

Antonio rose and took her hand in his large one. Cristo, he’d grown. He was a man now—at least six feet, with the broad shoulders and slim hips of a male in his prime.

His blue eyes met hers, a shock of unruly blond hair falling just over them. Though he looked a little pale, a wave of heat rolled through her. How many nights had she dreamed of him unbidden? How many times had she relived those moments they’d spent together?

He flashed her a casual smile, as if he were utterly unaffected by her, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, the light brush of his lips reminding her of other places he’d kissed.

“Signorina Lucchesi. It’s a pleasure. I haven’t seen you since secondary school.”

“I wasn’t aware you knew each other,” Enrico said.

“We had a class together,” Antonio said. “Chemistry, I believe.”

Bianca wanted to kick him in the shin. Was he trying to flirt with her? Chemistry! Yes, they’d had it. But outside of class.

“You’re mistaken, signore. It was biology, not chemistry.”

“My error.” He was still grinning at her—the arrogant bastard. Did he think she still wanted him? Well if he did, he was all wrong. 

Antonio let go of her hand, and they retook their seats. Bianca’s skin tingled where he had touched her, and she resisted the urge to press her hand to her mouth, to feel that tingling against her lips. Damn him. Antonio Legato was a hundred different kinds of infuriating. 

And he knew it.