Windbreaker Shelly

Ruthless, Dangerous vs. Innocent, Over-pampered. The first book in the Ruthless Heirs Mafia Romance Series. In the mob familia, Maximo Russo Moretti was unique – sharp-minded and lethal, exactly as the firstborn of the Moretti family demanded. He was famous for his ruthlessness and how he handled the outfit. He’d made lifelong friends and enemies who’d continue their vendetta even after his death. His priority was always keeping his family, his people safe. He knew someone in the outfit was eating away at his family like a worm. He was certain his father's death was linked to this, fueling his ruthlessness. Shelly Bianchi was an innocent, over-pampered mafia princess, unknown to her reality. Her life flipped 360° when she discovered the truth. They forced her into an arranged marriage on her 18th birthday, her dreams of a normal life shattered, her innocence bloodied by the cruelty of the Mafia World. Old wounds would resurface, a new trick weaving to trap them, destroy them. Old enemies would ambush with doubled power. A decades-old mystery that killed six mafia members – including Russo's father – would resurface, still unsolved and casting blame on innocents. Shelly, daughter of his enemy and married to his enemy, was Russo's first-sight love. A forbidden love he was determined to claim. Protective and possessive, he'd burn the Bianchi and Abruzzo families to have her. She was destined to be his.

Leona Langham and Sebastian Kane are the match made in heaven that's acknowledged by the entire school. Sebastian is the hottest guy in school. He's tall, lean, and has an extremely handsome face. Oftentimes, he wears a black windbreaker that makes him look like a protagonist from an action comic. Many girls find themselves falling head over heels for him. Unfortunately for them, Sebastian only has eyes for Leona. They are childhood sweethearts who have grown up together. They celebrated their first birthdays together. When they turned seven years old, their families betrothed them to each other. When they turned 14, Sebastian gave Leona a love letter. When they turned 16, Sebastian confessed to Leona. When they turned 18, they promised to apply for the same university. But on their senior year, a new transfer student named Maureen Shadwick joins their class. The homeroom teacher specifically assigns Maureen to Sebastian when she's organizing pairs for the tutor sessions. She stresses to Sebastian, "If you don't accept this assignment, you can forget about maintaining your relationship with Leona at school."

When I'm cleaning my home, I sweep out an extremely thin condom that has already been used from under the bed. The sight of it makes my heart sink to the pits of my stomach. I'm severely allergic to latex, so there's no way I would ever use such things. Just as I'm contemplating whether I should ask my fiancee, Shelly Hartman, about the condom, she sends me a voice message on WhatsApp at that moment. "Babe, I have a company dinner to attend tonight, so I won't be going home for dinner. I might be home later than usual. You can just go to bed early. There's no need to wait up for me. Love you so much!"

"Operasinya berjalan dengan lancar, janinnya sudah dikeluarkan, nggak ada sisa di dalam rahim." Pada hari peringatan tiga tahun pernikahan, anak Tracy yang belum sempat lahir telah tiada. "Tracy! Gimana keadaanmu?" Sahabat karibnya, Shelly, mengenakan jas putih dan bergegas mendorong pintu masuk, bertanya dengan penuh rasa iba. "Thomas selingkuh." Ekspresi Tracy tampak suram. Tiga tahun lalu, pada hari dia dan Thomas mendaftarkan pernikahan mereka, dia pernah berkata kepada Thomas, "Kalau kamu selingkuh, aku akan meninggalkanmu selamanya." Saat itu, Thomas bersumpah dengan sungguh-sungguh, "Kalau aku selingkuh, biarlah reputasiku hancur dan biarlah aku nggak pernah bisa bertemu denganmu lagi!" Namun, baru kemarin Tracy mengetahui bahwa ternyata Thomas sudah diam-diam hidup bersama Yasmin selama lebih dari setengah tahun. Bahkan Yasmin sama sepertinya, juga sudah hamil dua bulan.

Violet eyes with piercing sight. Mane of gold in pale moonlight. Skin so hard and lily white. Voice so soft, yet filled with might. He comes to me in the dark of night. Flash of teeth, smile so slight. There is no fear, no need to fight. In his embrace, I crave his bite. -S.R. Michele, or Shelly to those closest to her, is a typical 21 yr old, trying to find her way in life. She has good family, a close circle of friends. She's outgoing and friendly, and a bit reckless and impulsive sometimes. And she has certain gifts...when she touches things, she can see into the past, she can feel what was felt by others, and she can sense things before they happen. Ok, so maybe she's not so typical. An impromptu trip to New Orleans, a party on Bourbon Street, and an attempted assault in a dark alley lead her into a world she didn't know existed...but one she's not afraid of. She doesn't know if the violet-eyed stranger that comes to her rescue, and follows her home, is a friend or a foe - and honestly, she doesn't care. Once you've had a taste of the darkness, it's hard to pull away... **** This book was written in the late 1990's - early 2000's, and originally published in 2004, under the title: Diary of a Vampire by S.M. Royston. It was my first book, and it wasn't long until I came to hate it! (Please, don't look it up - I promise you, it's terrible) So here we are, years later, and I've decided to throw out my original work, and re-write it. Because I'm the author, and I can do that. The story, characters, and settings are the same - but the writing style is different, and in my opinion, much, much better. I hope you enjoy it. ****

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.