Monday, May 2, 2016

Coming Soon: Book 2 of the White Oaks-Mafia Series: Unexpected Love

Coming June 1, 2016
Book 2 of the White Oaks-Mafia series: 
Unexpected Love

Unexpected Love
by
Liza O'Connor


Tess Campbell is a mafia princess who wants nothing to do with her dangerous family. She'd rather spend her life making Grams's forest the best state park in Iowa.

Alistair Castile, aka Steel, is a British prince, his archeological career in ruins due to his promiscuous nature. He’s hired on as forest manager of Tess’s woods and quickly falls in love with the charming young woman, so different from the socialites of his world.

Only there are several serious barriers between them: Steel’s career cannot withstand another scandal and Tess’s father will kill anyone who gets in the way of his daughter marrying a Chicago mobster. 


By the time Tess climbed in the car, she was perilously late. She drove the pot-holed road as fast as she dared, but she saw no chance of making up the time.

She arrived at the airport at 6:16 p.m.  “Please let the plane be late,” she said to the ceiling of her car. She wondered if God would realize she was talking to him. Since she hadn’t spoken to God since her mother died, he probably had no clue who she was.

By the time she parked her car and made it inside, it was 6:28, and according to the board, the plane had arrived at 6:02.

“Shit!’ she yelled and held up her sign with Dr. Castile’s name. She waved it about as she hurried to the luggage carousels. She rechecked the board to determine which luggage loop she needed to haunt.

She’d made it two-thirds of the way around the carousel when someone gripped her arm and turned her around. An annoyed, blond Adonis with long hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing tight jeans and a tweed jacket, glared at her. “Gads, woman! I’ve been chasing you through the whole bloody airport!”

His English accent reminded her of James Bond, but his attitude wasn’t nearly so polite.

“Shouldn’t you stand in one place and let your passenger come to you?” he demanded.

Dear God, this couldn’t be her new boss. Surely, Mr. Barkman wouldn’t send a hippie to Grams’s house. “Are you Doctor Alastair Castile?” Please say no.

He rubbed his temple. “Why else would I chase you all over the airport?” His gaze swept up and down, taking her in. “I must presume you are new to your occupation, and no one has taken the trouble to train you.”

Great, a misogynist. But he sure as hell didn’t look like a doctor. “May I see your passport please?”

“I beg your pardon?” His voice had a decided chill to it.

“To prove you really are Dr. Alastair Castile.”

“Surely, you jest.”

“You can either show me your passport or move on. You’re too young to have a doctorate, and you look more like a male model than a forest manager, so I’m thinking this is some stupid frat prank.”

 Tess turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm again. When she turned, an obnoxious smirk formed on his lips as he shoved his passport under her nose.

Opening the passport, she read Dr. Alastair Bastion Castile.

God knows her, all right, and he’s clearly pissed as hell.

A Fortune to Die For

Unexpected Love

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