Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Because I’m pregnant with his baby.
I never should’ve slept with Angelo Fabbri.
It was one night with the sinner, one steamy, beautiful night, and I swore I’d never see him again.
He’s a mobster. I’m a lawyer. And now I’m pregnant with his child.
Everything I’ve worked for is in jeopardy: my burgeoning career, my relationship with my family, and my very safety.
Angelo’s a dangerous man. He’s chaos and pain in a custom suit. If that crazy gangster finds out that I’m pregnant, he’ll never let me get away.
But when his boss comes to me with a case I can’t turn down, I find myself working closely with Angelo to free one of their innocent brothers from spending life in prison for a crime he didn’t commit.
This is insanity. Every time I’m around Angelo, I’m reminded why I gave myself to him to begin with. He’s lust, he’s need, he’s desire, and I’m spiraling closer and closer to him as we rush deeper into this case together.
When he finds out the truth, I’m finished, but at least it’ll be a lovely demise at the hands of this beautiful killer.
Welcome to Lovely Beast! Angelo and Sara are polar opposites, but they’re oh-so-steamy together! Watch as love nearly breaks them to pieces as they overcome their issues and accept what feels right. As always, Lovely Beast is a standalone, full-length romance with no cheating and a happily-ever-after guaranteed. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1
Sara
In a room full of handsome criminals, lawyers stand out like nuclear bombs, but it’s not like I could avoid Brice’s wedding considering I’m a bridesmaid.
“Angelo keeps looking at you like you’re the only person in here,” Robyn says as we stand outside the venue and sip champagne. She’s another one of Brice’s closest friends and she’s also wearing a lavender-colored dress that’s the wrong shade for her skin. Music pulses inside, and Brice and Carmine are on the dance floor, a happy bride and groom on one of the best days of their lives. “Are you going to sleep with him or what?”
“I’m definitely not going to sleep with him,” I say and glance over my shoulder. I can feel Angelo’s eyes on my body even from a distance and he doesn’t bother looking away. He’s one of Carmine’s business associates, which is barely concealed code for straight-up gangster. He’s standing with a couple other men in dark suits, all of them drinking whiskey. A slight smile quirks his lips as he tilts his head and doesn’t look away when our eyes meet, and I have to remind myself that law-abiding citizens and mobsters don’t mix.
And this wedding is filled with guys just begging to get thrown in prison.
It’s not every day the Don gets hitched, and the Scavo Famiglia went all out when their young leader decided to marry my best friend, Brice. Normally, I’d run far, far away from Angelo, but there’s something about him tonight—maybe it’s the music, the alcohol, the atmosphere, but every time he’s around me, I can’t help but want to get a little bit closer than I should.
It doesn’t hurt that he’s tall, built like an athlete, and walks with the swagger of a man that knows how to get things done.
“Bullshit,” Robyn says and prods me in the side with two fingers. I’ve known her since college and she’s basically like my second brain, but I don’t love the drunken poking. “You’ve been dancing with him for hours. I swear, if you keep it up, he’s going to get you pregnant through your freaking dress.”
“That’s gross,” I say and scowl at her. “It’s not like that. He’s just—”
“Tall? Handsome?”
“He’s just nice.”
She rolls her eyes. “Nice. That’s what I call all the gorgeous criminals in my life.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to admit that you’re going to sleep with him.”
I take a deep breath, finish off my champagne, and level my best ice-queen glare at Robyn. “Under no circumstances will I have sex with that man,” I say, and her eyes go wide. “Do you hear me? Are you even listening? God, you’re looking over my shoulder right now. Robyn, I’m not fucking Angelo, okay? I don’t care if he’s good looking, he’s not my type, not remotely, and I swear—”
Robyn tries to cut me off by gesturing at her neck but it’s too late. A man clears his throat behind me and I feel a dark flush run into my core.
Slowly, I turn around, and Angelo’s standing right there.
Oh, shit.
That explains what Robyn was looking at.
“I’m most definitely your type,” he says, staring down at me with an amused smirk. “But I never said you were mine.”
Heat builds in my chest, and I’m so embarrassed I could melt into the ground. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“Probably not, but I did.” He leans a touch closer. “Are you sure you don’t want to fuck me?”
“I thought I wasn’t your type.”
“I’m flexible and my tastes are always changing.”
“Okay!” Robyn says and slips away. “That’s my cue!”
“Wait,” I say but she’s already gone, hustling back inside, and Angelo’s standing between me and the doorway. I take a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm myself down, but I feel like such an idiot. I don’t normally drink this much, and I definitely don’t let my guard down and dance with strange guys, and I absolutely, positively never, ever flirt with mobsters.
Not even handsome mobsters.
That’s basically my one rule in life: don’t make eyes at criminals.
“You know, it’s adorable you think you’re the one in control here,” Angelo says as he holds his drink up to his full lips. He’s got dark eyes, dark hair, smooth skin, and a touch of stubble on his cheeks and chin. His tie’s loose, his top button is open, and it’s showing just enough of his muscular chest to know that he’s covered in tattoos.
“I’ve never met someone as arrogant as you are,” I say and tilt my chin up. “You do realize that, right? If you had a shot, that’s gone now.”
He barks a single laugh. “Please, princess. If I wanted to fuck you, I’d fuck you.”
A tingle of excitement shoots down my legs, but I clench my jaw. “I’d rather fall off a roof.”