Title: Glitter & Greed by Melanie Munton
Brooklyn Brothers Series Book Four
Publisher: Melanie Muntoon
Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
Length: 371 pages
We are the Rossetti’s.
The exiled “sixth family” of the New York mafia. We’re the good guys.
People don’t fear us…much. They respect us.
The five of us? We’re the Brooklyn Brothers.
And we protect what’s ours.
Don’t ask me what made this girl different, what made her stand out. I’m not proud of it, but it wasn’t exactly my first ever lap dance. The last thing I expect is for the same woman I’ve been obsessing over for two months to waltz right into my gym.
Catalina “Cat” Vasquez is the most alluring, sensual woman I’ve ever met. She has secrets, and I want all of them. It’s the only way I can protect her. Because it seems I’m not the only one who’s been looking for her.
Just my luck that I would fall for a woman who has connections with the Mexican cartel. Who would have thought her stalker would be the same man who’s about to wage an all-out war on my turf?
I’m a fighter by nature.
I fight for what’s mine.
And I’m not about to lose to someone who wants to steal Cat away from me.
If he thinks his guns will save him from my fists, he came to the wrong city.
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After knocking on Cat’s door, I remained on edge until the moment it swung open. Three more seconds and I would have been tempted to kick it down, just to make sure she hadn’t looked through the peephole, seen me, and then climbed out the bathroom window.
Wait, was that a…ball of yarn in her hands?
Her eyes widened as her fingers tightened around the tangles of yarn. “Hi.”
Fuck, she was adorable.
It was a completely different look from the sex pot vixen I’d become accustomed to. The loose pajama pants and tank top made her appear even younger than her twenty-three years.
“Hey.” I pulled my eyes up from her red-painted toenails and held up my toolbox. “I came to fix the showerhead. Sorry I didn’t call first.”
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she stepped aside. “No, it’s fine. But I told you not to put this on top of your to-do list.”
Did this woman not realize that she was the only thing on my to-do list?
“Seriously, you’re doing me a favor by saving me from more paperwork downstairs.” I jiggled my toolbox. “Be a pal and give me an excuse to avoid it?”
Chuckling, she waved me through. “Come on in.”
The first thing I noticed when I stepped through the door was the piles of multicolored yarn strewn all over the couch and coffee table. That, coupled with the crochet needles I saw poking out of the ball in her hands, raised some interesting questions.
She winced. “Sorry about the mess. I wasn’t expecting company.”
“You hosting a knitting bee in here?”
She choked out a mirthless laugh and attempted to organize the yarn chaos. “Not quite. It’s sort of how I relax. Bet you don’t see that every day, huh? A stripper who crochets?”
I shot her a disapproving look. “Is that really how you see yourself? Just a stripper who crochets?”
She froze with an armful of yarn, her gaze still downcast. “No…I guess I don’t.”
“Then don’t give anyone else permission to say it either.”
Eventually nodding, she resumed her cleaning. “Crocheting just forces you to be still and busy at the same time, you know?” She waved me off. “That probably doesn’t make any sense.”
“Actually, it does.” More than she knew.
When your body is demanding you to do one thing, and your mind is coaxing you to do another, insisting it’s good for you, but you just don’t know how to satisfy both while keeping yourself sane at the same time.
When her gaze lifted, I quickly averted mine. I was letting too much show on my face, I could feel it.
“Here.” She bypassed me into the bathroom. “Let me show you the problem with the shower.”
I followed her into the small bathroom.
And stopped dead in my tracks the second I crossed the threshold.
Christ in Heaven.
My jaw hit the fucking floor.
I couldn’t help but wonder how cruel and merciless God really was if he was willing to orchestrate this. Cat’s lacy bras and delicate panties were hanging up all over the damn place. Flung over the curtain rod, dangling from the towel rack, thrown haphazardly over the sink. Satin and silk in all colors of the goddamn rainbow were being shoved in my face.
And every one of those pieces of lingerie had touched Cat’s delectable body.
Those bras had hugged her luscious tits all day.
Those panties had cupped her pussy.
She had come into one of those pairs, because of me.
Her exotic hazel eyes widened to the size of basketballs. “Mierda.” She frantically started ripping all the items down. “I’m so sorry.”
I nearly shouted in outrage as she took them all away from me. “I’ve seen underwear before, Cat. Hell, I’ve seen your underwear before.” And what half of your body looks like without any underwear on at all.
She swallowed thickly.
I could have almost found the situation humorous if it wasn’t for my monstrous—and increasingly problematic—boner.
Saving her from having to respond to that, I lightly nudged her out the door. “It shouldn’t take me too long. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
The bras and panties were just the beginning. Because I never once stopped to consider how the entire goddamn shower would smell like Cat. Her shampoo, her body wash. The loofah she used to scrub every inch of her caramel skin. The images of her running her soapy hands over her perfect body made my chest constrict. Tracing her nipples. Drifting down her stomach. Lingering over her center. The pads of her fingers grazing her swollen pussy lips—
I should have just called a damn plumber.
Shelling out a couple hundred bucks for a job I could easily do myself would have been infinitely better than enduring this fucking torture.
Melanie grew up in the Midwest, but she loves living in the Southeast (where the beaches are!) now with her husband and daughter.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.
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