Title: Regretfully Yours
Author: Sunniva Dee
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia Romance
Release Date: April 17, 2018
Our relationship was a sin, they said, but how can it be a sin to love so deeply?
She shouldn’t have listened to them.
Shouldn’t have left us behind.
You can’t help whom you love, and without Silvina, I didn't give a damn.
A mafia prince without a cause is a rebel with nothing to lose.
My brother owned an adult entertainment studio.
He wanted me nowhere near it. Thankfully, his competition did.
I auditioned. Landed a contract.
It's how I took my sins to a new level, my up-yours to la famiglia.
Until Silvina was kidnapped, and my world was thrown upside down.
My Review (ARC provided)
Writing 5 stars!
Story 4 stars! (only because I had a hard time with the hero and heroine’s relationship.)
Sunniva does it again! She never ceases to amaze me, just when I thought she couldn’t take me somewhere she does.
I love a good mafia romance and this did not disappoint. It’s dark and their are things that make you cringe but every once in awhile I need a good dark read.
This book pushed a hard limit for me and had I known ahead of time I may not have reviewed it; with that said it was so well done. It really had me rooting for Giole and Silvina by the end no matter how unacceptable I originally thought it was. I don’t want to spoil it, but, the one thing I will tell you and you find out immediately is that they are cousins. Now every other book I’ve read where the h and H are related I haven't finished or did not end up reviewing, in fact I started a series and in the end of that series we find out they were related and I didn’t continue it. So I guess what I’m saying is, is that this story intrigued me and had me understanding their love more than I ever have been able to in this situation before. It had me thinking love is love, sometimes you find it in the strangest of places. I guess Sunniva got me thinking. Who am I to judge? But then in the next thought I would think of my Italian family growing up and my close cousins and couldn’t imagine. That’s good right? This is fiction, it takes us away from our reality and opens our mind to more.
“Why be alive if you’re not allowed to be happy?”
“You’ll never lose me, Silvina. I promise you that. As long as there’s breath in me, I’ll be with you.”
I’m still not sure I “approve” of the relationship but let's just say I was rooting for them by the end.
“Who cares about right and wrong when there’s only right.”
Bravo Sunniva for pushing my boundaries and getting me out of my reading shell!
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The next time the beautiful psychopath enters the room, it’s with two men. It’s dark outside. I’m hungry, thirsty, and my head still hammers. I’m starting to feel queasy. The fear I’m experiencing is on a level I’ve never felt before, and I actually hope that’s the reason why I’m queasy.
“Hey, pretty Silvina. You don’t look so good. Did you know that?” He tilts his head playfully, blue eyes glittering with humor. “You’re not your regular put-together self. Nope, not exactly the girl who’s thrown me bones for three semesters straight. Did you never wonder when it’d come back and bite you in the ass?”
Why does he look so different? He always had an easy laughter. It used to give his eyes a mischievous glint, but they’re lacking something now, and I’m trying to determine what that is.
He makes himself comfortable, seated too far in on the bed. I scoot away from him and find the trait missing as he grabs my tied hands and drags me closer. Respect.
I stifle my hiccough at the realization. If a man has no respect for a woman, what’s left between them? Every description I can think of implies danger.
“You’re feisty now, but I’ll break you in good, pretty Silvina. You’ll sob. You’ll cry for your mama. You’ll scream for Gioele di Nascimbeni. But don’t you worry. I have experience with women like you. They all come with their head held high and rebellion in their eyes. My family ran the biggest ring of human trafficking in California for a decade, and I’ve broken in quite a few slaves myself.” He shrugs, lifting his stare to me again.
“Your family doesn’t run slaves anymore,” I mutter.
The strike across my cheek comes fast as a whip. It leaves shock and a numbing burn behind. “Have I told you to talk?”
My eyes fill with tears of anger, but I don’t answer. Through the blur, I see him shake his head.
“That’s right. I didn’t. My family doesn’t run flesh anymore because your family is a fucking bunch of snitches. If it weren’t for their intervention, we’d still be the kings of modern slavery in America.”
He hovers over me. Grabs me by the throat and pushes the back of my head slowly into the pillow. His eyes trail over my face, studying my reaction as he presses against my windpipe until I can’t breathe. My hands go up on their own and tighten around his hands. It causes a gleeful laugh to trickle out of him. It’s bone-chilling and grossly feminine for such a cruel figure. God, I wish I had my gun.
“But see, once you’ve had a taste of the good life—of owning a perfect woman who’s there for you only, eating, living, breathing in your bedroom until you’re sick of her and trade her for something new—you can’t go back.”
He drags his thumb over my lip. It’s to test its consistency, not to caress it. My heart sets off, urging me to run away as fast as I can. How much damage can he do to me before I get out of here?
Gioele. I can’t even think his name without getting dizzy. Is he okay? Wounded? Those are the alternatives I can let myself consider. If he knows I’m gone, he’s making everyone’s life goddamn miserable, because one thing I know for a fact: Gioele doesn’t believe in an existence without me.
Sunniva Dee is a lover of great writing and wild, passionate, angsty characters. In the beautiful city of Savannah, Georgia, she divides her time between her “petting zoo” and writing sexy novels. Sunniva ado-o-ores breaking stereotypes and describing the flipside of bad-boy alphas or good boys with a savage streak.