Genre: Contemporary Romance Heat Level: 3 Word Count: 60, 800 ISBN: 978-1-77130-017-9 Editor: Karyn White Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Too Cold to Love by Doris O'Connor

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The Giovanni Clan, 2

Marco Giovanni has shut off his emotions following a messy divorce. His small daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life. The string of nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do without. So why does his body have to remember its needs now with the latest and most unsuitable nanny ever?

Elise has always been the responsible one, so when she receives yet another SOS phone call from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the unexpected attraction to her arrogant employer is impossible to deal with. Especially when she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience to pay off the debt her twin accrued.

In a marriage based on blackmail can passion turn into love, or will secrets and lies destroy all?

Be Warned: bondage, anal sex

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Excerpt:

 

Marco's knowing gaze met hers in the bathroom mirror, and the heat she saw in his eyes started a slow answering fire deep within her. Awareness sparked between them.

 

The towel slowly slipped from her fingers. The ice hit the tiled floor with a thud and broke the spell. She almost ran into the other room and frantically tried the other door.

 

"I have it on good authority that they are fire doors, my lovely, so I'd give up now. I like your shoulders just the way they are, cara mia."

 

Marco leant against the door frame propped up by his good shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest, a slow smile on his lips. He checked the lock on the bathroom door.

 

"And I'm pleased to note there isn't a lock on here, lest you decide to go hiding in another bathroom. I seem to recall you were rather fond of that on our honeymoon."

 

Elise winced, followed by a vivid blush as she remembered their wedding night.

 

Marco simply smiled. He slowly advanced towards her, and Elise backed away until she bumped into the wall. He reminded her of a predator stalking his prey.

 

"Marco, we need to talk."

 

One last long stride brought him so close his thighs touched hers, and he put one hand either side of her head.  His big body crowded her against the wall, and his sinful mouth hovered over hers.

 

"So talk, cara mia. I'm all yours."

 

His hot breath fanned across her face, and Elise closed her eyes. She bit back a moan when he kissed her nose and rained butterfly kisses along her jaw line. He suckled gently on just the right spot on her neck to make her knees turn to jelly.

 

"Marco…please…stop…"

 

Somehow she found the strength to put her shaking hands on his chest, only to meet hot, hard, male flesh. This time she couldn't stop the very feminine moan escaping. Was that needy sound really her?

 

Apparently so, judging by Marco's low groan in her ear. He moved his hand to cup her breast, the nipple thrusting shamelessly into his caress.

 

"You don't sound as though you want me to stop, cara mia. In fact, I would hazard a guess that you're wet enough for me to fuck you right here."

 

The crude words should have shocked Elise, but instead she whimpered in response to his words. He ground his hips suggestively into hers until the full force of his erection rested against her pussy. Heat flooded between her thighs, and she pulled his head down for kiss.

 

"You're talking too much, Tarzan."

 

She caught a quick glimpse of triumph in his glittering eyes before his mouth claimed hers. His tongue tangled with hers, and they both groaned. One of his hands fisted in her hair, and the other lifted her skirt. He cupped her mound and murmured his approval.

 

"You're so fucking wet for me."

 

He bunched the sodden material of her underwear in his hand and pulled. The move brought delicious pressure to her clit, and Elise panted in excitement. Cool air hit her slick folds when the material gave way with an audible rip. His large hand replaced the fabric, and her pussy clamped down on the fingers he thrust into her channel. His teeth nipped her neck, nudging her arousal up another notch, and he kicked her feet apart to spread her wider. She clung to his shoulders, rubbing her breasts against his chest, and he swore. He thrust two more fingers into her hungry cunt, and she lifted her leg to give him better access. He withdrew his fingers, and Elise tensed when he inserted one slick digit into her anus.

 

"Relax, pasticcino."

 

His eyes sought hers, and he smiled. He kissed her, and Elise relaxed into the strange sensation. When he inserted another finger into her tight hole, she gasped into his mouth. He thrust slowly in and out of her, and Elise pulled him closer to her still, as her hips moved of their own accord. Unused nerve endings sprang to life, and darts of pleasure skittered to her clitoris. Her breath came in short gaps, as her arousal built.

 

"That's my girl. I knew you'd like this." Marco's strained voice in her ear was the sexiest sound she'd ever heard. She pushed down on his fingers, seeking more, and moaned her disappointment when he withdrew them slowly. He grabbed her buttocks and ground her aching clit into his still covered cock. He thrust into her, and the friction on her throbbing bud proved too much for Elise.

 

"Please, Marco."

 

"What, cara mia?"

 

Marco pulled away, and she groaned.

 

"What do you want, my wife?"

 

The heat in his ever darkening gaze stoked her arousal to fever pitch, and she impatiently tugged at his trousers.

 

"I want you in me, now, Marco."

 

His eyes darkened further at her whispered plea, and she breathed a sigh of relief when his hands helped her free his cock. It sprung out of its confines up to his taut stomach, and Elise licked her lips in anticipation. She cupped his balls, and it was Marco's turn to groan.

 

"Jesus, woman, you're killing me."

 

He pushed her hands away, and Elise arched into his palms, when he pulled down her tank top and exposed her breasts. He kneaded each aching globe, before he pushed them together and laved the nipples in turn. Every suckle sent shards of pure pleasure down towards Elise's clit where delicious anticipation built in waves. She moaned her protest when Marco released the glistening buds and kissed his way back up to her collarbone. She could feel his strained smile before she saw it.

 

"Wrap your legs around me. I need to get inside you right now."

 

 

Other Books in The Giovanni Clan:

 

Too Hot to Handle

 

Too Cold to Love

Too Devious to Tame

Product Reviews

Score: 4 out of 5 (based on 4 ratings)
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4/5
Nocturne Romance Reads Reviews
Written by undefined on 25th Sep 2012

Marco Giovanni has shut off his emotions following a messy divorce. His small daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life. The string of nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do without. So why does his body have to remember its needs now with the latest and most unsuitable nanny ever? Elise has always been the responsible one, so when she receives yet another SOS phone call from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the unexpected attraction to her arrogant employer is impossible to deal with. Especially when she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience to pay off the debt her twin accrued. In a marriage based on blackmail can passion turn into love, or will secrets and lies destroy all? (Goodreads) Review: This is book two in the Giovanni Clan series, but is easily a stand-alone, as I have not read book one and had no problems following along. Marco is a controlling self-righteous jerk that you can’t put sympathize with. Elise is subservient and emotional with a complete lack of self-worth that makes you want to whop her upside the head with a stick and tell her to get herself together. The saving grace of their relationship is the sex, which is really hot. The story sucks you in from the first page and holds your attention until you stay up until the wee hours of the morning to finish. The reason this book didn’t earn a higher rating is because I was expecting something else, which is my fault, but still a letdown because I didn’t look at the genre before reading it. Having read a couple of Ms. O’Connor’s other books, the title, the word “clan” and the promise of secrets had me expecting and anticipating a paranormal read. That coupled with several grammar errors left this book at a solid 4 rating. Definitely a good read and I look forward to the other Giovanni family stories!

4/5
Two Lips Reviews
Written by undefined on 23rd Sep 2012

Elise has a twin sister who is the bad girl to Elise’s good girl. Whenever Jemima gets into trouble, Elise is there to bail her out and make things right. When she gets a call from Jemima, she again jumps in to fix things like she always has. This time however, part of making things right is being nanny to a toddler named Mimi which brings back bad memories to the surface for Elise. Elise doesn’t want to become involved with Mimi but has no choice when Jemima decides to go on tour with her rock musician boyfriend leaving Elise to deal with the mess Jemima has left behind. Part of the mess that Jemima has left behind is money she has stolen from her employer. When Marco, Mimi’s father, finds out he forces Elise into a marriage—but when Marco finds out Elise isn’t who he thinks she is, will the passion they have die? Doris O’Connor’s Too Cold to Love is the second book in The Giovanni Clan series, and is a well-written, heartwarming tale of a sister who always puts her family first even when it makes life difficult for her. This is an author you should definitely check out!

4/5
You Gotta Read Reviews
Written by undefined on 9th Jul 2012

Marco is a stubborn, pigheaded man who has been damaged by an unfaithful wife. He doesn’t believe in love and does believe that all women are faithless creatures. But one woman has challenged his views on happily ever after and has made him want to believe in fairy tales again. Doris O’Connor has written another scorching tale about the sexy as sin Giovanni clan. Her characters are arousingly realistic and drool worthy, her plot is believable and highly entertaining. I am looking forward to the next installment in this delicious series.

4/5
Night Owl Reviews
Written by undefined on 30th Jun 2012

Marco is smart, sexy and successful. Why then did he marry, and procreate, with a creature as vile as his ex-wife? That’s the question that Elise asks herself as her twin sister Jemima once again pulls her into a situation she didn’t create. It seems her sister used her resume as a nanny to procure the job working for Marco watching his adorable daughter, but now is skipping out and leaving Elise holding the bag. And it’s a bag full of unexpected horrors. Jemima has outdone herself this time, and Elise has to wonder if she can do what is needed with the specter of her last job haunting her. Goodness, apparently promises made when you are six years old are very binding. Made to promise to protect her minutes younger twin by their mother on her deathbed, Elise has bent over backwards her whole life and Jemima has delighted in seeing how far she could push her. The twins relationship played a big part of the story and seriously, I would have hung Jemima out to dry immediately. But if that happened we wouldn’t have a story. Marco, who loathed his nanny, didn’t notice the change when he suddenly desired her? Huh. I’ll buy he’s clueless but that’s a bit much; a few wardrobe and hairstyle modifications don’t affect chemistry. As a couple Marco and Elise were alternately hot and annoying. The switches in Marco’s demeanor were hard to follow and being Italian could only explain so much. Additions of perceived imperfections on Marco’s part and past tragedies on both sides, as well as a meddling aunt, moved this story along quickly. And the confrontation between the ex and Elise was spectacular. An enjoyable read that sometimes annoyed but always entertained.

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