Robert Stone and Rocco Sartorri are back, and they have a story to tell!
Fallen Angel Part 5
by Tracie Podger
Blurb
I figli devono pagare per le colpe dei padri
(Children must pay for the sins of the fathers)
Robert Stone has an identity. After discovering his father, a far greater dynasty was forged.
But with this dynasty comes new enemies.
From the olive groves of Italy to the boardrooms in Washington, D.C., Robert is to command a business like no other.
Not all wars are fought on a battlefield, most are won in the corporate arena.
Not all wars are bloody – unless you threaten Robert’s family, of course.
Told from Robert Stone and Rocco Sartorri’s point of view, Fallen Angel, Part 5 picks up from the end of Part 4 and explores a unique relationship.
Two powerful men, both with secrets and enemies, come together in this explosive story of revenge, lost love, and hate that spans thirty years.
A Mafia romantic suspense for readers over the age of 18
My Rating:
Favorite Quote:
Salvatore was not the most attractive man; in fact, he was what we would have said back in the village, a man who should have been drowned at birth. Short, fat, and sweaty…
My Review:
This was not a stand-alone volume and although I had read and enjoyed all previous books of this series, I struggled with and battled my way through this melancholic and gritty installment. But holy bloodbath Batman, it was just not my cup of tea… The narrative was well beyond my comfort zone for carnage and I was heartbroken by the callous indifference and brutality displayed by several of the main characters. And there were far too many assholes! The overall tone of the story heavily tipped the scale to the negative range of emotion with a near constant thrum of tension and angst, as well as anger, resentment, and copious servings of sorrow.
Empress DJ
Excerpt
Robert - Chapter One
It was in a small room in a villa in Tuscany that my life changed forever–again.
Everything I knew, or believed, had been a lie. Just over Forty years of thinking one man was my father, and that he had been killed with my mother, was disproved with a simple DNA test. I barely remembered him; I hardly remembered my mother. Just a week after discovering the letters, I’d found the man who would protect my wife, who was the love of Evelyn’s life, was also my biological father. To say my head had been fucked up was an understatement.
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“Do you want to talk?” I heard. I had been sitting on the edge of the fountain in the courtyard of the villa.
I looked up to see Brooke walking toward me. I patted the wall.
“Sit with me,” I said.
She picked up my hand and threaded her fingers through mine as she did. I stared at her for a moment. Her blue eyes were ringed, faintly, with dark circles and laugh lines fanned out across her skin. She looked tired and I guessed my overactive brain working day and night had been the cause of that.
“How do you feel today?” she asked gently.
I sighed and closed my eyes; I raised my face to catch the last of the day’s sun before I spoke.
“Better. One minute I have no biological family; the next, I have a father, a half-brother and a half-sister. It’s been a little difficult to process all that,” I confessed.
“No shit,” she replied, with a chuckle.
I turned to look at her. I shifted my body until I was facing her and traced my fingers down her cheek.
“I’ve been a complete prick this past week, haven’t I?”
She tried to hide the smirk. “I know of Mr. Angry, Mr. Playful, Mr. Sarcastic, and all the other misters that make up Robert Stone, but I’m a little unsure who’s with us right now.”
“Mr. Honest?” I offered.
“Ah, it could be. Therefore the answer would be, yes, you have been a complete prick this week. But with good reason, Robert,” she said.
I laughed quietly.
“Have you spoken to him today?”
Initially, after I’d discovered Rocco was my father, we’d talked, he’d cried, but then sadness settled over me. Forty years of memories were shattered on the opening of an envelope that contained evidence and I struggled with it. I’d endured years of abuse at the hands of my aunt, yet I had a father who could have rescued me from her. It was an unrealistic thought, of course, he didn’t know about me, but it bothered me.
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On the first day of her holiday to Washington, DC, Brooke Stiles meets Robert Stone.
Dark eyed, damaged and dangerous - Stone has never had a normal relationship for fear of his past being exposed. Not knowing how to respect nor love, he struggles with his feelings for a woman who makes him question everything that he is.
Brooke falls in love with him and as their relationship grows she learns who he really is. Her future is set. She is to heal her man and mend his broken soul. But can she do the one thing that he asks?
This is a story of an ordinary woman who falls in love with an extraordinary man and has to discover whether she is strong enough to forgive him his past.
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Author Bio
Tracie Podger currently lives in Kent, UK with her husband and a rather obnoxious cat called George. She's a Padi Scuba Diving Instructor with a passion for writing. Tracie has been fortunate to have dived some of the wonderful oceans of the world where she can indulge in another hobby, underwater photography. She like getting up close and personal with sharks.
Tracie writes in various genres, Contemporary Romance but likes to explore relationships that are not always easy and there isn't always a happy ending, Romantic Suspense, Thriller, and Erotic Romance. She likes to have her books feel real with realistic timelines and with strong women who don't run because the going gets tough. Sex is important between loving people, therefore all her books contain graphic scenes. However, the character's relationship is more important.
If you would like to know more, please feel free to contact her, she would love to hear from you.
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