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My second book comes out on February 28th. This is a stand alone, but it does have characters from The Capaldi Brothers series in it. If anyone would like an ARC please e-mail me at cambriacovell@outlook.com.
I was everyone’s dream girl. A teenage model who traveled the world and got everything she wanted. Everyone wanted me. Including Luca Capaldi, son of one of the biggest crime family’s in Boston. The trouble is that the fantasy everyone sees is not the reality I have.
I’m the illegitimate granddaughter of two of the biggest mafia dons on the east coast. I’m reviled as a dark, family secret to be forgotten about when they don’t need me and used and abused when they do. And both of them want to use me as a prize to get even more power. If they have it their way, I’ll become a pawn in their games. But I’m not a pawn. I’m a Queen. And I’m going to take the kingdom, and their golden boy down with it.
TO KISS AN ENEMY is book 2 in The Capaldi Brothers Series. It is a dark, standalone romance with an HEA and lots of heat. If you enjoyed book 1 in The Capaldi Brothers Series following Daniela and Niccolo, you’ll definitely enjoy Audrina and Luca’s story.
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Want a review copy of my new, dark mafia romance that comes out on January 31st on kindleunlimted? E-mail me and I will send you a free ARC copy for review. E-mail me at cambriacovell@outlook.com.
I never expected to come back to Boston after my mother died. I spent my whole life trying to get away from the Capaldi family. The rich, corrupt, crime family that my mom had worked for as a made up until the night she was shot right before the end of my senior year by a stranger on the street. I spent several months with Giuseppe Capaldi as my guardian and he wanted me to marry his son, Niccolo. But I grew up with Niccolo hating me my entire life and there was no way I could be married to him. So I fled to Florida, to take care of my sick aunt. Now though that Aunt Luciana is dead, I am back in Boston trying to restart my life.
I never thought I’d come back here. I never thought I would let Niccolo Capaldi get close to me again since he hurt me so bad the last time. But this time—Niccolo says he’s different. That he’s in love with me and always has been. That he’s willing to fight for us. I spent years running from the darkness of the Capaldi lifestyle, but maybe it’s their shadows I needed to keep me safe from my mothers dark past. But can you ever really change a mafia son? I don’t know. But I think I’ve got to try.
A complete, full-length, Mafia Romance standalone in the Capaldi Brothers series.
New dark mafia romance coming out on amazon january 31st, 2023.
I’ve written primarily for apps and tried kindle vella too but I’ve been so dissatisfied with the experience that I am FINALLY going to try writing romance books for Kindle Unlimited. I’ve written a contemporary, dark mafia romance and it’s now available for pre-order and will be released on Kindle Unlimited on January 31st, 2023. Or you can get early release chapters on Kindle Vella if you wish to read it that way.
I never expected to come back to Boston after my mother died. I spent my whole life trying to get away from the Capaldi family. The rich, corrupt, crime family that my mom had worked for as a made up until the night she was shot right before the end of my senior year by a stranger on the street. I spent several months with Giuseppe Capaldi as my guardian and he wanted me to marry his son, Niccolo. But I grew up with Niccolo hating me my entire life and there was no way I could be married to him. So I fled to Florida, to take care of my sick aunt. Now though that Aunt Luciana is dead, I am back in Boston trying to restart my life.
I never thought I’d come back here. I never thought I would let Niccolo Capaldi get close to me again since he hurt me so bad the last time. But this time—Niccolo says he’s different. That he’s in love with me and always has been. That he’s willing to fight for us. I spent years running from the darkness of the Capaldi lifestyle, but maybe it’s their shadows I needed to keep me safe from my mothers dark past. But can you ever really change a mafia son? I don’t know. But I think I’ve got to try.
A complete, full-length, Mafia Romance standalone in the Capaldi Brothers series.
Dead men tell tales
Water washes things away.
But at the end of the day,
what is a an ocean, river, or a lake
but just a really deep grave?
Leave your secrets to the deep,
the sun or the tide will bring them to light
and their secrets will be whispered alive
by the coroners who speak the language
of death and time
Haunted
I grew up in a haunted house.
There were corpses of a marriage hidden in the walls.
An imprint where a fist fight had taken place.
Old papers from lawyers of a forgotten court case.
One summer, a new bride moved in to take the place of the old.
And a few summers later, she was in the ground cold.
But the cops were invited to the funeral, and so the truth was never told.
The first bride of the house escaped. And the other never got to grow old.
You can find her at the end of Bridge St.
She’d love flowers by her grave.
A Summers Day
It was a hot, summers day. She went out to the field. It was filled with flowers, floral, and fragrant. She had a book in her hand and a basket for a picnic complete with a blanket that she’d grabbed from the attic. It was in one of the old trunks that no one did anything with so she didn’t think anyone would miss it.
She’d cut her hair short for the summer. It was too hot for it to be long. Her mother had been furious, but she’d felt lighter when she’d chopped it all into a brown bob.
Millie finished setting up her picnic, read, and ate, taking bites of the sandwich she’d prepared for herself. As she was in the middle of a particularly good part, a shadow fell over her.
Reluctantly, Millie looked up from her reading. She found herself staring into a pair of emerald, green eyes. “Charlie!” she gushed, dropping her book and getting up to hug him tightly. “When did you get home?”
“Just this morning,” he said, “walked all day from the train.”
Millie pulled herself away. He might have been a soldier, but he was still the butler’s son. Even if they had grown up together. She might have been the fifth youngest in a family of five, but she still had responsibilities, didn’t she?
She smiled. “Oh. Well, I’m glad you’re home.”
“Me, too.” He took his cap off.
“How’d you know I’d be here?”
“I simply had an inkling,” he said, with a grin. “Anyway, your father was kind enough to keep tabs on me the whole time. Always sent me stuff if I needed it and….”
“And what?”
He pulled something from his pocket. It was a velvet box, and inside was a ring Millie recognized. Her mothers engagement ring. Millie’s brows furrowed together. “He did say once I made something of myself, I could marry you. That is if you’ll have me. Will you?”
Millie smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him deeply. “Of course, Charlie. Of course.”
Winter Break
It was the day before winter break. We stood in the school courtyard, the old, brick building casting long shadows on our faces. Our breath came out in puffs it was so cold out.
You were smoking a cigarette. “That’s a filthy habit,” I told you.
You smirked at me. “Give me something else to do with my mouth then, and I’ll stop.”
I coughed. “Like what?”
Your eyes were blue, and sparkling even though the sun was covered up by clouds. My heart pounded against my chest.
I licked my lips, and stared at yours. “Kiss me,” you said.
Then, I leaned over, and I pulled out a single, Hershey’s kiss from my pocket and I handed it to you. Your bare, freezing cold hands grazing mine as I did.
“Happy Holidays,” I said.
“Happy Holidays,” you said softly back, grinning, “maybe next year, I’ll get a real one from you.”
“Maybe,” I said softly.
Howling
I went out walking in the desert, under a sky of pinks and blues. With red rocks surrounding me. I saw a rattler slither by.
I heard the coyotes howling at the moon. And I thought of all of the nonsense in my head. Then, in the middle of nowhere, I howled with them too.
The only ones that listened were the coyotes, and the moon that blue.
Endings
We are sitting in your dining room. The table is the same one you’ve had since college, a cheap wooden thing bought at an Ikea. The tea kettle is on, bubbling and boiling. While your Amazon Alexa is softly playing an old song, the title of which I can’t remember. It will bug me for weeks, until in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up with the title in my head.
“What are we?” I ask, softly, so soft I am not sure that you even hear it.
“I don’t know that we’re anything anymore,” you said.
And I grabbed my things, and left, as the tea kettle whistled. Like it was announcing the end of a relationship.