Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Series: A Good Run of Bad Luck #1
Release Date: August 2, 2021
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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I used to have it all, but then I was betrayed by my own uncle.
I should be dead, but my sister pulled me out of the wreckage of my life and gave me another chance.
No one can know who I really am.
So, I ran away, hiding out to live the rest of my miserable life in peace. But nightmares of my past transgressions make sure that never happens.
When her car spun off the road, I should have left her to die. She wasn't my concern, but when I saw her desperate eyes pleading with me to save her, I couldn't turn my back.
With every day that passed, I found myself needing to be closer to her, to help her remember who she was.
But like everything else in my life, finding those answers could be dangerous.
She wasn't just a random stranger.
She wasn't innocent.
But now she's mine, and I won't let her walk away.
A Good Run Of Bad Luck is a spinoff series of The Cortell Brothers and should be read in order.
Title: Dead Man’s Hand
Series: A Good Run of Bad Luck #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Release: August 2, 2021
My eyes flashed up to a man running down the mountain, slipping along the way as he tried to reach me.
“Help!” I shouted. “I’m stuck. I can’t get out!”
“Don’t move,” he commanded, his voice low and threatening. For just a moment, I wondered if he was here to kill me instead of save me. As he approached and looked around the car, I noticed his face was ruthless, evil. I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. It didn’t matter who he was, as long as he got me out of here.
“Do you have anything to break the window?” he shouted.
Break the window? I searched around the car frantically, but everything was laying haphazardly after the tumble down the mountain. I had no clue if there was anything to help me.
“Do you have a window punch?” he asked, his eyes boring into mine.
“It would be under the driver’s seat,” he said calmly. “I need you to check.”
Nodding, I brushed my hair out of my face, only to come away with a sticky hand. I stared down at the red that coated my hand, watching my fingers shake in terror.
“Lady, you need to get moving!”
I nodded, but before I could move, the car shifted backward, dropping down the mountain a good ten feet before hitting another tree. I screamed, grasping onto anything I could. When the car stopped moving again, I closed my eyes and fought the nausea swirling in my stomach.
The man was outside the car again, this time with a gun in his hand. My breath seized in my chest as I stared down the gun. Oh God, he really was going to kill me.
“Calm down,” he said, lowering his gun slightly. He looked through the window, and then back at the car. “I’m going to shoot out the window, but this car isn’t going to hold. Once the window’s broken, I need you to climb out right away. Okay?”
I nodded, but it all felt robotic. All I could focus on was that damn gun.
“Duck down, okay?”
I did as he asked, but inside, I was shaking. I heard the crack of the gun and my head jerked up as I heard more glass breaking. He was using the gun to break out the rest of the glass.
“Move!” he shouted, kicking me into high gear. I scrambled to the other side, but as I climbed across the seat, the car shifted again. I reached out my hand, barely grasping his as the car slid even further. “Give me your other hand,” he shouted. I thrust out my hand, but my body went airborne just as the car broke free from where the tree was holding it. My eyes connected with his just as I lost my grip on his hand.
I live my life by a certain standard. There are right and wrong ways to do things, and I always make sure that I’m on the right side. My brothers call me a wet blanket. They say I’m buttoned-up, boring, and that I don’t know how to let loose. There’s a reason I’m that way, and she just walked through my door. With one wild night, I’ve thrown all my moral guidelines out the window. Now I’m stuck with her and there’s no possible way this could work between us. We’re complete opposites in every way, but damn she’s sexy. Not that it matters. There will never be more between us. One of us will end up killing the other first.
After a long shift in the cancer ward at the children’s hospital, I just want to let loose. My friend set me up on a date, and I gladly took it to let off some steam. I’ve got a fun outfit and I’m ready to let loose. But my one night of fun was spoiled the minute he walked through that door. I was just looking for a good time, and I got him instead. He’s good-looking, but that’s about all that he has going for him. He’s not at all my type, and now he seems to think that I’m some loose whore. It was one night! But I’m stuck with him, so I have to find a way to make this work. If I don’t figure out a way to make the man loosen up, I’ll go insane.
I fell in love with her in high school and I knew then that she would be mine. But life interfered. She moved halfway across the country and I went to college. I knew she moved back home. I knew that her mother had died. But I did nothing. I was ashamed. I had walked away from her, thinking it was best for both of us. Now, thirteen years later, I can’t leave her alone anymore. I need her, but convincing her that we can still be together is going to be difficult. I hurt her bad when I left, but that’s just the beginning of our problems.
I fell in love with him under the stars. He was my savior when everything in my life was crumbling. But then he was gone and I was all alone again. Thirteen years later, he’s back and he wants me. But I’m too angry. The only reason I’m even speaking to him is he helped me get a job…with his brother. Now I’ve been caught up in some kind of game he and Eric have going, and I’m stuck with him. I hate him. But I still love him. It would be so easy to fall back in love with the man he is now. Deep down, he’s the same person, just dressed fancier. But that’s the crux of our problem. We’re different people than we were in high school. I just can’t see this working, and if we keep trying to go down this road, it’ll only end in heartache.
I was just driving down the road one day when I saw her. That was when everything went to shit. Bullets were flying, I was killing guys with a toilet lid. It was insane. And the whole time, I had a scared, timid woman as an accomplice. Or was she? She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly what to say. It seemed that I was the only one left in the dark about what was really going on. And I was about to pay for it, with my life.
I’d seen that look before, that watchful gaze that sent shivers down my spine. I thought he was there to kill me, but then he got wrapped up in everything with me, and then I couldn’t shake him. I couldn’t tell him who I was. I could never let him go back to his life. He had to run with me or his whole family would be murdered. But you know what they say about secrets, they always come out eventually. And when he finds out mine, he’s gonna be pissed.
From the moment I saw her, I knew she was different. She wasn’t like all the other women I was used to.
But then I asked her out and my mind was blown. She was different from every other woman, I just wasn’t sure that was a good thing. Relationships? Off the table. Marriage? Not a chance in hell. Geez, I wasn’t even allowed to stay the night. You would think I was with the woman every man dreamed of, but all I wanted was the woman to want me in the same way I wanted her. It was going to be an uphill battle the whole way, but I was a history teacher. I knew all about warfare.
God was seriously mistaken when he said that man and woman should live together for the rest of their lives. Why would any woman want to live with a man? They’re disgusting and they don’t listen. They need everything explained to them. I’ve been there, done that, and I’m not interested in repeating it. I live my life for me now, and even the sexy Will Cortell won’t change my mind. He can try, but he will fail. I have to admit, I do like having him around more than I thought. But I will not give in, no matter how much he pushes. Because the thing about strong women is, the harder you push, the harder you push the woman away. And I have no problem walking away from him. I think.
I couldn’t do it. All I saw when I looked at Graham was my life going down the drain.
He didn’t love me, which he made perfectly clear last night.
The corset was too tight and I was on the verge of a panic attack.
So, I ran…right into a sexy biker. He tore my dress and drove off into the sunset with me.
But that’s where this romance ends.
Imagine my surprise when a sexy bride came running out of a church, right to my bike.
She was hot as hell, and when she asked me to take her away, I was more than willing to oblige.
But then she opened her mouth and I found out who she really was.
She was irritating as hell, so I screwed with her just to have some fun.
The funny thing was, as much as I wanted to send her home, something inside me just wouldn’t allow that.
I left behind my hacker ways and decided to become a PI.
Of course, I was more of a cybercrime PI than an actual investigator.
But when her file fell in my lap, I knew I couldn’t walk away. Not yet.
She had the body of a vixen and the eyes of a killer.
I was terrified.
And yet strangely attracted to the woman.
Was it sane? Not at all. Every time I saw her, I was sure I would end up dead.
But there were worse ways to go…
I was finally free.
Well, almost. My husband had left me with a bit of a mess.
And his kids… don’t even get me started on them. All I wanted was my money, but that wasn’t going to happen until I could get my hands on my dearly departed husband’s trust.
In the meantime, I needed someplace new to live. So, I pointed my finger at the map and ended up in the cutest little town.
I just needed to make some friends, to blend in.
I could do that, and I knew just where to start…