Denise Mina Books Novels & Stories

" CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori Book 2: CORAZON 'MINE Ombra' [MINE Shadow] story of Draven Sartori & Throne Sartori Book 3: CIELO 'MINE Custodi' [MINE Guardian] story of Cassius Sartori Book 4: PEONY 'MINE Sussurro' [MINE Whisper] story of Magnus Sartori Book 5: LUZ 'MINE Segreto' [MINE Secret] story of the youngest member named Seraphim Sartori.

Dante pressed. "What then?" Denise glanced at him sideways, a strange, icy smile on her face. "Mr. Fletcher, do you like growing mushrooms?" "…………!!" Dante didn't know what he was imagining, but the blood in his body ran cold. If that wasn't Belinda, and they took the opportunity to step on her, the real person would definitely retaliate later. That twisted, crazy woman was notorious for using the people she killed to make stakes for growing mushrooms. Denise laughed scornfully at his terrified expression. "Scared?"

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Once done, Lilliana dabbed her face dry with another and hung it back on the wrack towel before leaving the bathroom. The girl went into her walk-in closet to get dressed. She threw on a pair of biker shorts and a baggy shirt before going out to the kitchen to grab a few snacks to eat and came back to her bedroom. Lilliana placed the snacks on her bed and walked to her bookshelf, acked with all her new books. After she was released from the hospital, Damon had taken her to a bookstore to buy all the books that were burnt in the fire and a couple of new ones that the girl had been meaning to buy. She chose ‘Cursed to be mine’ by Amanda Grant and walked back to her bed. She crawled to the midd

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Denise, though maintaining her composure while observing them, shot a deadly glare at Izzy through her eyes. Who is Denise? Why did she come here when everything was doing fine? Is she part of Monica's scheme? "I will, Ms. Denise-?" I replied cutting off the sudden heavy atmosphere while Izzy's giggles and Fabian's laughter cans still be heard. "Denise Hall and you are?" She returned back with the opposite of her angelic demeanor. I almost laughed, jealousy can't hide someone's fake facade, especially a woman. "Mark Smith!" I replied intimidating her. She gasped suddenly and back to her angelic posture again. So, I am dealing with a bipolar seductive woman, great!

"What the fuck for?" "Mom said she wanted me to know what was fake and what not to expect." She giggled. "I have to say, I'm kinda glad I shouldn't expect all the stuff that goes on in those books. Some of that was a little intimidating." Holy shit. She was going to have find out which book Denise had given Mandy. She knew it had to be one of the sweeter romances Jessica sometimes wrote, but damn. "But you haven't had sex with him?"

But this room, was nothing like they expected it to be. A plain room, surrounded by walls made of earth though large parts of them were covered with pale fabrics. The light came from lanterns which were made to look like the Will-o'-the-wisps. In the middle of the room a chaise longue was placed and on it a woman lay, surrounded by servants. She was a cold beauty, pale skin and pale blue eyes yet the hair had a flaming red color, almost like fresh blood. Her sharp gaze followed every step they took and the turning of her head made her hair dance.

Chaise’s room was almost empty save for the sofa bed lying on the corner. “Hunter planned to turn this into a game room. But I hope you will find this cozy enough,” Denise told Chaise apologetically. “I’ll be fine.” Chaise winked at her. Denise and I went to our room to freshen up and change into bathing suits. “Denise, how are you cousins with them?” I asked. “They’re my mom’s brothers’ kids. Ben, Ross and April are siblings. Mica is an only child. You have to excuse her. She’s seventeen and quite a brat.”

I say extending my hand to the beautiful woman sitting at the table. "Hi Nick, I've heard a lot about you from Carolyn," she blushes. "I'm Denise." I'm the one who should be blushing as I grasp her soft hand. She is absolutely stunning. Her light brown skin is the color of coffee with just a touch of cream and her long, black hair, hanging in loose curls around her shoulders, has subtle highlights that nearly match her skin color.