01 September, 2021

Read an #Excerpt Inescapable (Oliveri Mafia Romance #1) by Melverna McFarlane - #Heist #Crime @MelvernaM


Jessie has sworn off relationships until she can exorcise her secret celebrity crush from her thoughts. More importantly, her fantasies. Crushing on someone rumored to be in the mafia was a red hot no for her. When she comes face-to-face with the man himself, he is more dangerous than she initially thought... and not just to her safety.

Gio Oliveri is the wealthy heir to the dubious Oliveri business empire. Ruthless in business and his personal life, Gio never lets an insult go unaddressed. So when a woman embarrasses him, in his own club no less, he sets out to teach her a lesson, only to set his sights on her friend. After a disastrous first impression, be buys himself three months to woo Jessie, who challenges him at every turn. He has to find a way to keep Jessie before his family responsibilities tear them apart forever.

As he pursues his deepening desire for Jessie, unknown threats to his business and her life begin to appear. In addition to uncovering the mysterious threats, he has Jessie’s misgivings about his chosen profession to contend with. He must find a way to make his temporary relationship permanent.

Exposed to Gio’s mobster persona, Jessie cannot deny the devastating violence he wields so effortlessly and questions if she could one day be on the receiving end.

As they navigate their new relationship and the dangerous parties seeking to destroy them, it will take a devastating loss and deep soul searching before they trust each other enough to fight for their love.

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Read an Excerpt from Inescapable

“Jess. Jess, what’s wrong?”

I turned to Steph, not realizing the fervent whispers of, “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” were not in my head, or that Steph had been calling to me while I stewed in fear. She still didn’t know. How I envied her ignorance.

So used to seeing the face frozen in a shy but sexy smile, a face that had visited me every night for a week, it took me long seconds to place the intense glare in the article with the one from the nightclub and Steph’s altercation. Mr. Fantasy’s government name, Giorgio Oliveri, and face also belonged to Mr. Menacing. I blamed the lighting at the club. How else could I explain not recognizing the similarities between my nighttime visitors?

If the article wasn’t messed up enough, my traitorous body had lost its G-D mind. This heifer acted like we were still in my dream and the guest star wasn’t a freaking criminal. She tried to come at me with, “He was only implicated.” If any part of that article were true, Steph and I were in deep fudge berries.

I exploded off the couch, breath erratic, mumbling the random thoughts passing through my panic-riddled brain.

“Jessie, what’s wrong? Please calm yourself. You’re scaring me,” Stephanie beseeched, arms held out to calm me.

I faced her and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. What we did next would either save us or seal our short-lived fate. “Stephanie,” I spoke as though talking to a mental patient. Ironic, I knew, considering I had been the one talking to myself, walking around in circles.

“I need you to hear what I’m about to tell you and not question me. Okay?” After Stephanie nodded, I continued. “The guy from last week, the one you flipped out on… well, he’s in the news.”

“What? Did he die or something? You don’t think they’ll suspect me? I only broke his finger, but after what he did, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.”

“Stephanie, shut up for a second.” I demanded, sweat dotting my brow. “I need you to let me finish. No interruptions.”

I rubbed sweaty palms on my skirt. “Okay. That guy… He’s bad news. Like gangster-mafia-murderer bad news. They think he killed the governor’s son over an insult. An insult, Stephanie! What do you think he’ll do to you? You dislocated his finger and flipped him on his back in a club full of witnesses.”


“Yeah, oh as in, ‘Oh fudge berries! What are we gonna do, right?’” My words hit Stephanie with rapid-fire truths.

“Do we have to do anything?” she questioned, ignoring the severity of our situation. Because downplaying my panic was her usual reaction. My eyes must have bugged out because she persisted. “I mean, we aren’t famous. How would he know who we are and where to find us? We should be fine.”

I understood then. Our survival was up to me.

About the Author:

Melverna McFarlane loves stories with Happily Ever Afters. After years of characters taunting her imagination with their potential, she decided it was time to write her own scorching hot romances. She moved to America from Jamaica at a young age, and has lived up and down the east coast most of her life. The bitterly cold winter of 2013 was the last straw, driving her back to island life—this time to Hawaii. When not writing, she is reading romance, YA, and Fantasy, country hopping, or vicariously obsessing over other people’s cats (she awaits the day her landlords succumb to the truth: feline domination should be everyone’s goal in life).

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