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Saturday, December 20, 2014

I Love You, Salvatore Sample

I LOVE YOU, SALVATORE

ROSA



Every love story is important, whether it ends in a happy-ever-after or tragedy, because two people shared something so special that it made them value each other’s life more than their own. I know this is true because my life with Salvatore Santini was a beautiful love story…
One that ended far too soon.
But I would rather live for only one day with him, than suffer a lifetime without him. Being with Salvatore was worth a thousand deaths. Through him, I experienced heaven on earth, something very few people find. So don’t cry for me, I was truly happy. But if you can’t stop your tears, save them for Salvatore…
The one I left behind.


I’m Rosa Aggio
There were three moments in my life that changed everything
The first was my father’s death
The second was meeting Salvatore Santini
And the last was running after my son that fateful spring day
My five-year-old son shot through the exit, yelling: “My teddy!”
I ran after Piero, pushing past people to get to him. The servants and my family were all moving in the opposite direction, heading for the bomb shelter. We’d been warned that bombs had been planted in the main house. A mafia war was in full swing on our island, sweeping up all of the families into its unrelenting violence. And right now, my son was going to be a casualty of war if I didn’t catch him in time.
I screamed at Piero to stop, but he disappeared through the back door of the main house. I ran in after him, spotting him heading for the curving staircase. Even though he was little, I could never catch him. The boy was like a baby Ferrari when he got going. But I needed to get him out; the bombs were due to go off any minute.
I took to the stairs as fast as I could go. A family guest raced down the other way, wrapped in a towel. She looked like she’d been caught in the shower. My family—the Santini, were protecting her from a rival family after she’d accidentally killed their heir. However, it looked like we also needed protection now. No one was safe.
I continued up the staircase, screaming at Piero to come back. One of my brother-in-laws overtook me, shouting: “Get out! There are bombs in the house.” Dominic was twenty-nine—seven years younger than me. He looked like a rock star with his piercings, scruffy clothing, messy brown hair, and tattooed arms. He disappeared into my son’s bedroom. I followed him in, spotting Piero picking up the big teddy bear off his bed. His father had won it for him at a local fair when he was three, and ever since Piero treated it as though it was a living, breathing creature.
My brother-in-law grabbed Piero and shouted, “Go, Rosa! Go!” I shot out the door. Dominic ran past me, his legs much longer. I was only five-foot, while Dominic was well over six-foot, all the Santini men giants amongst us mere mortals.
Dominic descended the staircase like a bat out of hell. My son clung onto his uncle, with his teddy bear squashed between them. He looked so tiny in Dominic’s muscular arms, my bambino crying for me.
I ran down the staircase after them, spotting our guest standing in the lounge, looking confused. She probably didn’t know where the bomb shelter was, since she’d only come to stay with us recently. Dominic turned the corner with Piero, yelling at her to get out. She ran after him, with me right behind her.
Then everything changed. One second the lounge was quiet, the next a loud boom enveloped the room, debris flying everywhere. As the explosion lifted me off my feet, I thought of one person…
Salvatore Santini
L’amore della mia vita
The love of my life






The Early Years




In 1987 the stock market crashed, causing my family to lose our home. My father had invested heavily in it, and as a result we had to move from a three-story house in a wealthy part of Naples to a seedy apartment block with tiny rooms and noisy neighbors. It was a seven-story cream-colored building that had grayed and yellowed in areas. Clothes were hung out on the balconied windows for everyone to see, panties and all. Even worse, there were mounds of household waste rotting on the streets, the smell rancid. But we had no choice but to live there, since my family was bankrupt.
My father started working all hours of the day in an attempt to get us away from the squalor. As a result, five months later he died from a heart attack at the age of forty-two, leaving my mother alone with very little money and two young children. So, she moved us to her mother’s place on a large island off the southern coast of Italy. It was a huge culture shock going from city life to a small fishing village. To make things worse, my grandmother was a fire-breathing dragon who had probably driven my grandfather to an early grave. She absolutely terrified me. On the first day in her home, she barked at me that I needed a haircut before I started my new school. Tears streamed down my face as she cut off my long strawberry-blonde hair, something I had loved and taken great pride in. She told me to stop being a baby, that it was necessary, because there was no way I was bringing head lice into her home. After she’d finished cutting it short, I ran to my mother in tears, flinging myself at her. Little did I know that my new haircut would be the reason Salvatore and I met.




Our love story didn’t begin when we first met
We were only ten
Instead, we became steadfast friends
The daughter of a seamstress
The son of a Don
Two children who didn’t understand the consequences
Of becoming friends
On my first day at my new school, I kept my head down, embarrassed over my boyish haircut. After finding out where my class was, I headed to the back of the room, hoping no one would notice me. Luckily, it was fairly empty, so I took a seat by the window in the far corner. Outside, children bustled about, dressed in beige, white, blue, and red uniforms. As more students entered the class, I removed a book from my backpack and pretended to read it, wanting to hide behind it. I abided by the rules of the ostrich - if I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me.
Some noisy boys entered the classroom, the thump, thump, thump of their shoes heading my way. One of them yelled, “Hey, someone’s in your seat, Salvatore!”
My heart sank. Realizing I’d been noticed, I peered over the top of my book. A group of boys stopped next to my desk, the middle one capturing my attention. Despite being a head taller than the others, his height wasn’t what I first noticed about him.
It was his eyes.
They were stunning. They were a pale blue, with a darker azure circling them as well as radiating out from his pupils. I’d never seen such beautiful eyes before, so much so that I couldn’t look away.
He smiled, his expression telling me he knew I liked his eyes. He probably got a lot of compliments because of them, my staring no doubt a regular occurrence for him. But his eyes weren’t the only striking thing about him. He was very good-looking, much more so than the other boys, who were ordinary and scruffy in comparison. His clothes were pristine while his brown hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. He reminded me of the picture-perfect children who modeled clothes in the magazines my mother used to buy when we were rich.
He cocked his chin up in a friendly hello. “Ciao. I’m Salvatore Santini. What’s your name?”
I didn’t answer, too tongue-tied to get a word out. The other boys started sniggering, making me even more nervous. Unlike the boy with the beautiful eyes, they weren’t so friendly-looking. It made me worry they were going to hurt me, especially the blond on my right, who was rubbing his fist as though he was getting ready for a fight. But they wouldn’t start a fight with a girl … would they?
“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” Salvatore asked.
I cleared my throat, finally answering him, “Rosa Aggio.”
The blond boy started laughing. “He has a girl’s name.”
My face dropped, the realization he thought I was a boy making me want to cry. It was probably because of the horrible haircut my nonna had given me. It also didn’t help that I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, since my mother couldn’t buy a uniform in time. Wishing I could disappear, I lowered my head, now too upset to be scared.
“She’s a girl, you idiot!” Salvatore snapped.
The blond boy yelped, making me look back up. He was rubbing his arm, his expression annoyed. “How was I supposed to know? She looks like a boy.”
“She does not. You’re just stupid as well as blind.”
“Am not!”
Salvatore took a threatening step towards him. “You are, so tell her you’re sorry or I’ll punch your stupid mouth.”
Looking scared, the blond boy blurted out, “I’m sorry,” then took off to the front of the class.
Shaking his head, Salvatore turned back to me. “Ignore him; he’s an imbecille who doesn’t know a pretty girl when he sees one.”
I smiled at him, stunned that he’d called me pretty. No boy had ever called me that before. In my old school, they were more interested in calling me mean names and pulling my hair.
Salvatore sat down in the chair next to me. “Get lost,” he said, flicking a hand at the remaining boys.
They all scurried off to different seats, Salvatore’s tone surprising me. He hadn’t talked to them as though they were friends. It was more like he was their boss and they were his henchmen, not kids of ten. I smiled wider, feeling special that he’d chosen to sit next to me.
He smiled back. “You can be my friend today.”
“What about tomorrow?” I asked, hoping I’d made a friend for keeps. I didn’t care if he was a boy; I just wanted to have someone to talk to.
He shrugged. “If you’re not boring you can be my friend then too.”
The teacher entered the class, cutting our conversation short. I didn’t know it back then, but meeting Salvatore would change my life forever.
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Monday, October 20, 2014

QUESTIONS ABOUT MY WRITING

If anyone has a blog and wants to interview me about my books, send me a message.

Questions you might like to ask: 
1) The ending of My Masters' Nightmare and why I don't want to write a Season 2.
2) The new series The Santini Brothers.
3) The Santini Novellas - with "I Love You, Salvatore" kicking those stories off, "Tell Me About Rosa" the followup.
3) Which characters from My Masters' Nightmare is moving to The Santini Brothers Series.
4) My characters.
5) The possibility of Frano and Rita getting their own series.
6) The possibility of the Black Vipers (the female assassins and spies from RICARDO) getting their own series.

7) Anything about my favourite series: Behind the Lives.
8) Behind the Secrets, book 4 of Behind the Lives and why it's taking so long to be published.
9) Why Beth will be on the cover of Behind the Secrets - even though I know a lot of you don't like her. P.S. Tama was on the cover of Behind the Hood, and he was an arsehole 
10) Corey's and Sledge's story with Behind the Memories.
11) The possibility I might have to do a crowdfunding project to keep Behind the Lives running.
12) My dream of Behind the Lives being made into a television drama.

13) My Masters' Nightmare being translated into Italian.

14) Graffiti Heaven's sequel and why it's taking years to produce.

15) Trey Ngata's book Dirty Dancer - a Contemporary, humorous romance. Trey was from Behind the Hood.

16) What you would like me to write.

17) Why I hated writing My Masters' Nightmare and almost quit numerous times.

18) Hungover - the sequel to Overwhelmed. Tom's point of view.

19) Who are my favourite characters from all my series?

20) Why there's a chance I might have to quit writing.

21) Ask me anything you want and if it's not rude, a spoiler, or too personal I will answer it?

Saturday, September 27, 2014

.99 Cents for OVERWHELMED



OVERWHELMED's eBook is .99 cents for the next few days on amazon.com. For other countries, the price has been converted to reflect your currency. Go grab a copy before this special finishes.


BLURB:

It was a chance meeting
That changed everything

Before only one man loved me
Now two do

One is my husband
The other a lover

I didn’t cheat
We had a threesome

But the problem was what followed
My lover wanted more than one night

My husband got angry
My lover got dirty

And I got overwhelmed



Saturday, September 13, 2014

RICARDO (The Santini Brothers #1) is .99 cents for this weekend only.

If you haven't read RICARDO already, go grab a copy now as the book is currently .99 cents on amazon.com and Smashwords. Just be quick, because the special is only for this weekend. For other amazon sites, it will be the equivalent exchange rate, eg. in Euro it's .89.

Here's the blurb:

On a Mediterranean Island run by mafia, the Santini brothers are fighting a war against the Landi family, who are targeting their loved ones. After his fiancée is murdered, Ricardo, the eldest of the brothers, starts spiraling out of control, his violent nature leading him down a path that could rip his family apart. But, when two women walk into his life... 

His first love—Bianca D’Angelo 


And an assassin from the Viper Sisterhood 


...he finds himself pulled into a world of espionage, intrigue, and seduction, where he'll win his family's safety and the woman of his dreams—or lose everything.



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Sunday, September 7, 2014

For Readers of My Masters' Nightmare: Read MMN EPISODE 11 BEFORE RICARDO

Hi, Everyone,

If you're reading the My Masters' Nightmare series, you should read Episode 11 before Ricardo (The Santini Brothers #1). This is because RICARDO flows directly on from EPISODE 11. At the point where Bianca leaves EPISODE 11, RICARDO starts. Episode 12 happens the same time as RICARDO. It shows what happens to Alessandro while he's in Donatelli hands. Episode 13 also shows some of this as well. Though, it's not necessary to wait until after Episode 13 to read RICARDO. Waiting until after Episode 11 is fine, because you should already know I would never kill Alessandro off :)

Happy Reading!


Marita.



Thursday, August 14, 2014

RICARDO (The Santini Brothers #1): Free Chapter.

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Valentino watched the group of women dancing provocatively in front of his table, the five scantily clad females trying to get his attention. He was in H20, the hottest nightclub on his island, a place where inhibitions were left at the door. It was overflowing with beautiful women, many giving him the impression they wanted to jump his cock. It was because he looked like his half-brother, Alessandro, a man-whore who did porn for kicks.
He knocked back another grappa, the strong taste of the brandy burning his throat, the way he preferred it. He wasn’t interested in riding Alessandro’s panty trail. He was a killer, not a lover, even more so after the mafia war had sent his wife to an early grave.
“You should be in hiding,” his best friend said over the techno music, “not walking around as though you don’t have a hit on your head. Pedro Landi won’t take kindly to you killing his men.”
The Landi were one of the five main mafia families on his island. Pedro Landi was their Don, and the man who’d ordered his wife’s murder. Pedro thought Maria’s family had a hand in his youngest daughters’ gruesome deaths, but even if they did, Maria had no part in what had happened. She’d been a gentle soul, someone who didn’t deserve to be riddled with bullets all because she was born into the wrong family.
Valentino slammed his empty glass down on the table, not interested in Niko’s advice. “Those men murdered my wife,” he snapped.
Niko threw worried glances around the nightclub. He wasn’t just Valentino’s friend; he was his bodyguard. He was a monstrous man, a six-foot-five wall of muscle, with receding brown hair and a burn scar that made his right eye droop, the latter courtesy of Iraq.
Niko returned his focus to Valentino. “Keep your voice down. You’re going to get yourself killed, you crazy figlio di puttana.”
“If I wasn’t a son of a whore, I wouldn’t have been born,” he retorted. His father was the Santini Don, while his mother had been a common prostitute.
Niko exhaled. “It’s an expression, and you’re still crazy.”
“I’m not crazy; I’m here to save my daughters’ lives.” Valentino indicated for the waitress to bring him another drink. “And no one’s crazier than my oldest brother,” someone he didn’t share a surname with. His father didn’t acknowledge him since he was an embarrassment to the family. Because of it, he’d grown up in a bordello, where men had paid for his mother’s affections—until one of them murdered her. It was what had turned him into a killer. He’d taken retribution on his mother’s murderer at the age of sixteen, tracking him down and placing a gun to his head. He’d pulled the trigger without an ounce of guilt, the man’s cries of innocence all lies. From then onwards, people hired him to take care of their ‘problems’, most of them mafia related.
Niko leaned back in his chair. His white button-down shirt pulled across his chest, revealing a glimpse of his bulletproof vest. “Ricardo may be a crazy bastardo,” he said, “but you’re going for his title by being here. The Landi are after your blood.”
“They wouldn’t dare set foot on Santini premises.”
Niko frowned. “H20 doesn’t belong to the Santini.”
“It does now. They’ve taken it, like they take everything they want. The twins needed a place for their band to play, so their mother bought it for them.” He sneered, hating the troia. Concetta Santini did everything for her sons, and everything against him.
“You’re still not safe. My source says that Don Landi has hired the Black Vipers to kill you. They’re female assassins—”
“I know who the Black Vipers are.”
Niko’s eyes flicked to the women dancing provocatively in front of their table. He leaned in closer to Valentino. “Any one of those donne could be a Viper.”
Valentino sneered. “I don’t give a merda about dying.”
“Don’t speak like that, your daughters need you.”
“It’s only a matter of time before I’m six feet under. That’s why I need Ricardo to take them in.”
“You can’t leave the girls with him, he’s evil.”
“He’s also loyal to famiglia.” Valentino wanted Ricardo to take them under his wing, rather than their mother’s family, who were on the run from the Landi. He was afraid the Landi would use his daughters as payback, crucifying them in retaliation for what had happened to Pedro’s daughters.
The waitress placed more grappa in front of Valentino. He picked up the glass, swirling the pomace brandy around before taking a gulp. He swallowed it down, his next words hoarse from the drink’s bite. “Ricardo won’t stop until every last Landi is in the ground. Only then will my bambine be safe.”
“Slaughtering a whole famiglia is the work of a monster, not a protector. He’s a madman.”
“The mad ones make the best rulers, and with this war, I’m hoping he’ll finally take over his household. He deserves to be Don, not that senile old man who’s too weak to stand up to his wife. That troia is responsible for my mother’s death.”
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“People saw one of her hitmen leaving the bordello—now he’s paying for it in Hell.”
“You said he denied killing her.”
“People lie to save their necks; it just didn’t work for him.”
One of the women dancing for his attention broke away from the pack, shimmying between a few people to get to him. She was wearing too much eye-makeup and a black dress that barely covered her ass. She leaned her tits towards Valentino, giving him a show of her wares, which were plentiful. “Hello, Alessandro,” she said.
“My name’s Valentino,” he muttered, running his hands over her body, making sure she wasn’t concealing weapons.
Instead of slapping him, she giggled, looking ecstatic with what he was doing. “You look just like the porn actor Alessandro Santini.”
“He’s my brother.” Valentino leaned back in his chair, satisfied she was unarmed. She was probably one of Alessandro’s legions of fans.
Her whole face lit up as though he’d made her day. She leaned closer, almost shoving her tits in his face, the things overflowing her brassiere. “You want to leave with me?”
“I have no interest.”
She straightened, looking aggrieved. “But you touched me.”
“I’m Mafioso. I always check for weapons.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re mafia?” she squeaked.
“You’re not a local, are you?”
She shook her head, appearing shell-shocked. People always reacted in three different ways when they were scared: fight, flight, or freeze—the woman taking the latter option.
He leaned towards her, not feeling an ounce of guilt for scaring her; if anything, he was doing her a favor. “Word of advice: stay away from anyone who looks like me. Now, leave.”
As though he’d said the magic word, she took off, tottering to her friends on her six-inch stilettos. The women surrounded her like the pack of cougars they were. A second later, they pushed through the crowd, looking like they couldn’t get out of the club fast enough.
He turned back to his friend. “As I was saying, Ricardo will protect my girls.”
“No, you need to get them off the island,” Niko replied.
“The Landi will still hunt them down unless my brother takes them under his wing.”
“The Santini are in this war too.”
“The Landi will only attack them if provoked—unlike the Rossos. They’re going after all of them, even defenseless children.” He picked up his glass of grappa and tipped it back, swallowing the rest down. He prayed that Ricardo would agree to help him; otherwise, his children would be hunted down like their mother. If they hadn’t been at a friend’s house that fateful day, they would’ve been killed too. The memory of his wife’s bullet-ridden body clung to his mind, torturing him.
Niko sighed. “Ricardo’s not the type of man you should have looking after girls. Females are terrified of him. He’s a violent bastardo.”
“His violence is only directed at men.”
Niko leaned across the table, his large biceps flexing from the movement. “I still think it’s a bad idea. Send the girls to America; I’ll go with them. I’ll protect your ragazze with my life.”
“I know you would, but Ricardo will guarantee their safety. He may be evil, but he’s also very powerful.”
“True, especially the evil part. Thank Dio he’s one of a kind.”
“I think it’s the Devil you should thank instead.”
The crowd suddenly surged, scared voices mixing in with the techno music. Like the red sea, they parted, their faces panicked. A group of large men dressed in dark suits appeared, heading for Valentino’s table. They were Santini soldiers, cutthroat bastards who wouldn’t think twice about killing the people surrounding them.
The two men at the front parted. Ricardo Santini stepped forward, surprising Valentino. He hadn’t expected his brother to come in person. Instead, he’d thought Ricardo would’ve sent his consigliere, the man who often represented the Don at meetings. Sí, Ricardo wasn’t a Don yet, but everyone was treating him as one.
Ricardo stopped in front of Valentino, their resemblance sealing their brotherhood. Like Valentino, Ricardo had olive skin and brown hair, though Ricardo was taller. He was six-foot-four inches of violence dressed in Armani, the man having impeccable taste in suits. And his face ... it was both terrifying yet stunning, his violet eyes almost glowing under the lights. Ricardo was the picture of raw masculinity, only his violent reputation stopping him from being swarmed by women. They feared him, as they should, because he was a bloodthirsty bastardo who would rather kill than take a woman to bed.
         Valentino breathed out, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake in choosing Ricardo to look after his daughters.



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Monday, August 11, 2014

★•*´¨`*•★LAST CHANCE TO WIN AN ARC OF RICARDO★•*´¨`*•★

Do you want to win an ARC of my new series? Book 1 titled RICARDO is up for grabs for TWO winners!!! I will also give away one eBook copy of MY MASTERS' NIGHTMARE Season 1 Episodes 1-5 (which is the soap opera serial that spawned The Santini Brothers series). I will also give away a spot prize of My Masters' Nightmare's Episode 11 to a fan of the MMN series, but you will have to mention wanting it in your post.

Here's a little peek at Ricardo (The Santini Brothers #1):

Ricardo stopped in front of Valentino, their resemblance sealing their brotherhood. Like Valentino, Ricardo had olive skin and brown hair, though Ricardo was taller. He was six-foot-four inches of violence dressed in Armani, the man having impeccable taste in suits. And his face ... it was both terrifying yet stunning, his violet eyes almost glowing under the lights. Ricardo was the picture of raw masculinity, only his violent reputation stopping him from being swarmed by women. They feared him, as they should, because he was a bloodthirsty bastardo who would rather kill than take a woman to bed." Chapter 1.


TO ENTER:

➜ Put RICARDO on your Goodreads to-read list.https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20803014-ricardo
- This will get you 1 entry.

➜ Like this link RICARDO FACEBOOK GIVEAWAY LINK and tell me that you want a copy of RICARDO. - Worth an entry each.

➜ Get a friend to like my Faceboook page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Marita-A-Hansen/113130742120676?ref_type=bookmark and for them to tell me who sent them. Both of you will get 2 entries.

➜ Tweet this

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-This will give you two entries. 

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The ARC will come directly from me. By entering this giveaway you promise you will not share the ARC.

The winners will be drawn on Thursday the 14th at 8 AM NZ time, which will be the 13th for most of the world, as New Zealand is the first to see the new day. GOOD LUCK!!!!

*Please note: BRANDO (The Santini Brothers #2) will only be published if RICARDO sells above a certain amount of copies, hence why it's important to tell all your friends about RICARDO! So, get sharing, tweeting, and liking!!! Because you'll want to know more about BRANDO!!!