Married To The Mob
Somewhere in New Jersey
"What part of 'The mob's got a contract on you' do you not understand?"
Dan's whispered question didn't faze the stunning blonde at his side. She shrugged. "I understand you're trying to do your job, Mr. FBI Special Agent Maddox, but you should remember I've lived with these people all my life."
He went to press his point, but she cut him off. "Do you really think they don't know where to find me?" She tossed her tawny mane. "They have more arms into more places, people and things than a family of octopuses...octopi?"
Dan looked around at the innocent bystanders, busy pretending not to listen. Why did he always get the nutcases? "How about this, Carlotta—"
"Hold it right there! Your memory's not so hot, is it? I've asked you and asked you not to call me that.
Carlie—that's what you want to call me. It's not so hard, is it? Try it, you might like it."
Her wink nearly sent his patience over the edge. "Do you ever take anything seriously?"
"Yes," she said, her eyes intent, her voice warm and vibrant. "I take God seriously. And then I leave th ... read full excerpt from Married to the Mob ebook