|“She was perfect when I found her, a beautiful wildflower, and I don’t want her to wilt in my vase. That’s what happens to cut flowers. Eventually, they die.”|
The Diamonds are Forever Trilogy covers are complete! I’m so excited to share the cover of Diamonds are Forever (Book 3) with you. Simply Defined Art did a wonderful job in portraying the French ambience of this mafia romance, and Wander Aguiar Photography gorgeously captured the emotions of the final book with this sensual cover image. The story of the cold-hearted, psychopathic Maxime and his little wildflower, Zoe concludes in this book.
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|Cover Design: Simply Defined Art|
Cover Model: Dina Auneau & Rodiney Santiago
Photography: Wander Aguiar
Diamonds are Forever
A Dark Mafia Romance
|My love is wasted like gemstones in the dust, walked over by an oblivious shoe. It takes many suffering years and layers of mountains to squeeze carbon into a precious stone. Now that I’m polished and hard like a diamond, he doesn’t get to kick me back into the dirt.|
Men like him don’t love women like me.
They don’t love.
But he made me.
He’ll live with me.
Because diamonds are forever.
(Diamonds are Forever concludes this trilogy. Book 1, Diamonds in the Dust, and Book 2, Diamonds in the Rough, must be read to follow the story.)
Coming on 15 September 2020!
Here’s a sneak peek
|Dragging both hands over his head, he tilts his face to the ceiling and walks away from me. “Fuck.” He stays at the far end of the room for a moment before turning back to me. His hair is even wilder than before when he finally drops his arms to his sides. A war rages in his eyes. For a minute, he’s not my kidnapper, but the man who cares about me. He’s just a man making himself vulnerable by opening up and dropping his defenses. “I don’t want to scare you, Zoe. After your father—”|
Sighing, he comes back and picks up the medicine box. “I’m going to tell you a story. A young man goes to a market and sees a beautiful woman admiring a precious object. He can see she wants it, but when she opens her purse, she doesn’t have enough money. This man, he was paid to abduct that woman. He has two choices. He can either grab her, tie her up, and drag her away, or he can go up to her and tell her how beautiful she is and buy her that precious object she wants so much. He can do that for her and be kind, inviting her to dinner. They can have a good time, have great sex. He can ask her to go away with him and knows she’ll say yes. Tell me, Zoe. Which man is kinder? Which man is the most selfless?”
“The honest one,” I whisper.
A shutter drops in front of his eyes. The man who was reaching out to me a second ago retracts back into his shell. I mourn the loss, the almost-intimacy, but I can’t lie to him. I can’t betray myself. I can’t strengthen his warped belief that lies can smooth over his crimes.