them featuring dangerously sexy bad boys. She likes her men like her martinis—dirty and strong.
Cora lives in Germany with a cute but crazy Bearded Collie, as well as the cute but crazy man at her side. When she doesn't spend her days dreaming up sexy books, she plans her next travel adventure or cooks too spicy dishes from all over the world.
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Books by Cora Reilly
Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles:
Bound by Honor
(Aria & Luca)
Bound by Duty
(Valentina & Dante)
Bound by Hatred
(Gianna & Matteo)
Bound By Temptation
(Liliana & Romero)
Bound By Vengeance
(Growl & Cara)
Bound By Love
(Luca & Aria)
Bound By The Past
(Dante & Valentina)
Luca Vitiello (Luca’s POV of Bound by Honor)
The Camorra Chronicles:
Twisted Loyalties (#1)
Fabiano
Twisted Emotions (#2)
Nino
Twisted Pride (#3)
Remo
Twisted Bonds (#4)
Nino
Twisted Hearts (#5)
Savio
Twisted Cravings (#6)
Adamo
Coming 2021
Mafia Standalones:
Fragile Longing
Sweet Temptation
CHAPTER ONE
Chelsea
Coming to a sudden stop on the bustling NYC sidewalk, I shield my eyes and look up at the towering building before me. It’s slate gray with plenty of windows, the reflection of the sky bouncing off and making the building appear blue and sleek.
“I think this is it,” I murmur to myself.
There’s no way to tell, but the PR firm I’m looking for is so elite and exclusive, they don’t need a sign. I know it’s on the top two floors, so I take a quick look all the way up at the levels I’ll be spending my days on.
I could be spending my days on a beach in the Hamptons with my family, but I chose this instead. I’ve spent the last eighteen summers at the Hamptons house—I figured it was time to do something else.
An internship at Dunbar Foster may not sound glamorous, but come fall when I start my first semester of college, real world work experience at one of the most prominent PR firms in New York City is bound to serve me better than a flawless tan.
Most people who know me would probably guess I’d take the flawless tan over hard work any day, but that’s not an image I want to carry with me in the fall. I want a fresh start in college. I want to show all the people who underestimate me that I can be so much more than a blonde bombshell in a party dress.
I mean, I’m still going to wear kickass cocktail dresses—but now I’ll get paid for it.
I smile as I make my way inside the building to get out of the sweltering summer heat. I’m nervous—but also really excited—to start my first day of work.
I make my way to the elevator and press the button. On the way up to my floor, I smooth down my skirt and straighten my outfit, then I grab my iPhone out of my Chanel bag and double check the details in the “welcome to Dunbar Foster!” email they sent to prepare me.
It’s a stodgy email with a lecturing tone telling me all the dos and don’ts of the workplace. For example, do show up fifteen minutes early to work. Don’t fraternize with co-workers or anyone in any kind of management position. There’s even a fun graphic with faux-handwritten type and clipart to support the most important tenants for anyone who decides to skim the long-ass PDF attachment.
I didn’t skim. I read every single word. I know what a great opportunity this is, and I’m not going to blow it over something trivial.
When the elevator doors open, straight ahead of me is an empty wall with only the company name emblazoned across it.
DUNBAR FOSTER and ASSOCIATES.
My heart skips a beat as I read it, lingering on Foster.
Seeing his name there on the wall, so bold and imposing…
Well, it reminds me there’s one more person I have to prove myself to.
William Foster, co-founder of this company and good friend of my father’s. I guess they met in college and, both of them being smart and ambitious, became fast friends.
Their lives took different paths, though. My dad accidentally knocked up my mom junior year, so they decided to get married and go the family route.
William Foster isn’t the sort of man who does anything accidentally. He didn’t make any mistakes or let himself get distracted. He pursued his goals relentlessly until he had what he wanted.
It’s only because of their friendship I was able to score this position. Daddy didn’t blatantly tell me his friend was reluctant to give me a shot, but I could tell in the careful way he told me about the position and the responsibility it would entail.
You’re taking this position in place of