BLACK
COLLAR EMPIRE by AN Latro
August 2014
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BOOK SUMMARY:
After two years away, Seth Morgan has returned to New
York, desperate to honor his father's dying wish for a unified family. But the
heir’s welcome is sadly lacking: his family’s criminal empire is divided, the
woman he loves hates him, and his brother Caleb has become a cold stranger.
When a brotherly spat becomes a vicious
misunderstanding that ends with Caleb dead, Seth is left reeling, and unsure
who to trust.
Emma Morgan grew up while her closest cousin was away.
She’s been sheltered her entire life from the realities of their
family—something Seth has every intention of changing upon his return.
But not everyone in the syndicate is happy to have
Seth home, and there are secrets surrounding Caleb’s murder. The deeper Seth
and Emma dig, the clearer it becomes that not everyone shares their dream for
the Morgan Syndicate, and not everyone wants the heir to ascend.
BLACK COLLAR
EMPIRE GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22608695-black-collar-empire
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BUY LINKS:
Caleb
Morgan is the black sheep of the family. Two years of his brother’s absence has
left him cold and alone—except for Emma, the youngest Morgan. Because with Seth
gone, there is no one else to teach—or protect—their innocent cousin.
But
teaching isn’t always pretty—not in family who peddles in crime.
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BLACK COLLAR BEGINNINGS: CUBA BLURB
Alone
in Cuba, Seth Morgan isn’t mafia royalty—he’s a thug with a gun, and everything
to prove. When the shadowy kingpin behind the Cuban syndicate finally takes
notice, nothing in Seth’s world will ever be the same.
Before
the Empire, there was exile. A novella, set just before Black Collar Empire.
Excerpt
Emma shifts in the booth next to Quinn. She
can’t believe she let herself be talked into going out when Caleb clearly
needed her.
No. Wants. Caleb doesn’t need anything.
Which is part of the problem.
“Hey,” Quinn says, his gaze on her face,
worried. She forces a smile. Quinn will become a problem, if she’s not careful.
Too devoted, too perceptive. Even without much formal training—any--she knows
better than to let someone on the outside see her world.
“Nothing. My cousin called earlier, and I should
probably find out what he wants.”
Quinn’s eyes narrow and he opens his mouth
to say something. A waitress delivers a large coffee, thick with cream and
sugar, and a slice of pizza.
“Do you need anything else, ma’am?” she
asks, politely focusing on Emma.
Quinn watches, a silent witness. This, she
wants to scream at him, isn’t real. This is not my world—it’s just the shiny
surface. The hotels and businesses we use to hide.
A headache forms behind her eyes, and she
give the waitress a quiet smile, slightly shy. The façade she’s been perfecting
since she was a child and realized just how dangerous her world was.
“No,” she murmurs, “this is perfect.”
“Is it Seth?”
The question startles her, and she jerks in
her seat, eyes darting around the room before she stares at Quinn, confusion
and pain in her eyes. “No. Of course not.”
“Why is he never in the papers anymore?”
She shrugs, tamps down the pain. “He went
abroad to study. The foreign press doesn’t care about a New York socialite.”
“What’s he studying?”
Emma hesitates in the middle of lifting her
coffee, giving Quinn a searching look. He’s focused on the pizza, almost
ignoring her.
“Real estate,” she says, shortly. “What
else would he study?”
“For fucks sake, Em,” Quinn growls. She
goes very still next to him. “When are you going to stop fucking lying to me?”
he demands, furiously. “I’m your best friend. We’ve been dating for six months.
Christ, we had sex together.”
Once. Just once, to get rid of that
bothersome virginity and because she was so angry with Seth. Seth who promised
to protect her, to he would teach her. Promises were made to be broken—that was
a lesson from Caleb. The cousin who cared enough to stay.
He cared enough to stay, and to teach her,
in his way. But there was a line, a protective bubble that he kept around her.
Even as he took her away from the gilded cage her mother and Mikie kept her in,
Caleb protected and sheltered her.
She was so tired of it—so tired of being in
the heart of a black collar empire, and knowing nothing.
Fucking Quinn was a silent screw you to her
cousins, more than anything. Because they would spill blood if they knew, and
because it was completely ridiculous—Caleb fucked random women at every event
the family hosted, and Seth fought with Nic over his affairs more than
anything. Because drunk and losing her virginity on prom night was a cliché
that she just couldn’t pass up.
Emma shakes her head, banishing her anger.
“We are not dating, Quinn. You are my best friend, and prom night was—“
“What?” he says, softly. Hurt.
She sighs. “It was special. And because you
are my best friend, it could be special. But—that’s all it is, Quinn. A special
night that I needed.”
“But I am your best friend. And you lie to
me—constantly.”
Her face goes carefully blank. “I have no
idea what you’re talking about.”
Author
Information
Author Bio:
AN Latro loves good wine and the ocean, and prefers to
write with both. She has a passion for bad boys in books, and stories that make
you feel. She can most often be found along the Florida coast.
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