2 Girls a Book & a Glass of Wine

MADE: A Sempre Novel by J.M. Darhower

This is a prequel spin-off of the Forever Series

Release Date: October 27, 2014

Blurb:

Corrado Moretti.

The world knows the notorious Kevlar Killer, but few have ever seen what lies beneath his armor. The abused child. The neglected teenager. The broken man. He always did whatever he had to do in order to survive. It's kill or be killed.Throughout his life, he has been there in the shadows, a witness to everything from beginning to end. Bound by loyalty and honor, there's only one thing he would
sacrifice it all for: family.

Never get close. Never get attached. It's a lesson that has been brutally pounded into him since childhood, but they're words the DeMarcos make it difficult for him to follow. Through them he finds love and grieves loss, realizing the world isn't quite as black and white as it's made out to be.

Made.

Teaser:

The low groan on the first floor roused Corrado from sleep. His eyes snapped open, suddenly alert, as the relentless noise seemed to echo through the house. A window. He often slept with them
open a crack to let the air circulate, but someone shoved one open the whole way.His heart thumped wildly in his chest as he reached onto his bedside stand and grabbed his gun. He habitually checked it, ensuring it was still loaded, and jumped out of bed. There was no time to waste getting dressed; he crept down the hallway in his plaid boxers, his bare feet lightly touching the floor, making not a sound.

The second he made it downstairs, a breeze struck him from the living room. A few steps later he appeared in the doorway, pointing his gun at the form halfway through the window. He flipped
off the safety as his finger lightly touched the trigger. Two seconds. Two seconds were all it would take to blow them away. A pair of wide brown eyes instantly met Corrado's. "Whoa, there, big guy."
Just as fast as he'd aimed, prepared to kill whoever was breaking into his house, he lowered the gun. "Dammit, Celia!"

"Nice to see you, too." She swung both legs inside but remained perched on the windowsill. "You weren't really going to shoot me, were you?"