Showing posts with label Victoria Saccenti. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 6, 2020

Deception

DECEPTION
BY
VICTORIA SACCENTI
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Blurb:
Her submission is his sweet revenge…until the truth detonates his plans.
With one well-aimed RPG in an Afghanistan hellhole, Joe Reid’s life splintered right along with his body. Now he splits his time running his family’s landscaping business in St. Cloud, Florida by day, playing out his Dom side in an Orlando BDSM club by night.
When he spots a stunning, seductive redhead who stirs his libido, just learning her name turns his lust into black rage—he’s convinced Hunter Giordano is the reason one of his team mates threw himself in front of a hail of bullets.
Other than the occasional sexual romp, Hunter’s heart is firmly closed to men. Until she locks eyes with Joe, and his aura of power demolishes her defenses and rivets her in place. Instantly she knows he’s a man she must avoid at all costs.
Joe can recognize a submissive a mile away. But as his plan to seduce her into his playroom—and into his snare of revenge—plays out, her sweetness and gentle nature makes him have second thoughts. Except by the time he realizes he can’t walk away, the truth detonates what could have been the love of a lifetime.
Excerpt:
“Bitch!” Joe punched his desk as he spit out the curse to himself.
Heartless harpy, she’d closed the letter with a single “Hunter.” Without a good-bye, a polite farewell, a “take care,” or “be careful,” not even “go jump in the fucking lake.” He flipped the envelope around. The return address had been written in the same script: Hunter Giordano, c/o Pete’s Place…
No personal address, the epitome of finality. She’d cut all personal ties.
Burning fury and a crazy sense of impotence roiled in him. Good thing Hunter wasn’t within his reach, ’cause if she were… His fingers trembled with the desire to hold her by the throat and squeeze the life out of her.
He jumped to his feet, shoved his fists into his pockets, and walked around the desk, trying to calm down. Violence wouldn’t solve anything or bring Billy back. He paced back and forth, ordering his thoughts. He stopped as the answer appeared. He folded the written sheet, carefully reinserted it in the envelope to avoid tearing the brittle paper, and closed the flap.
Minutes passed. The small notion—the light of a flickering flame illuminated his mind. Slowly, it took shape and grew into an outline, a plan to set things right. Ms. Hunter Giordano had clearly stated she didn’t know love and didn’t care to learn. However, that had been a lot of bullshit on her part. The sort of crap one used to break up with a lover. He’d seen her tonight in action. She didn’t walk around in a disinterested world, detached from everyone, as she liked to pretend.
Hunter cared. About what, Joe had no clue, nor did he give a rat’s ass. She’d been damned cruel and cavalier with Billy’s emotions. She’d endangered the men who fought with Billy, and Joe had lost his eye. Worse, Cooper and Billy had died because of her. Two lives. No matter how you shook it, intentionally or not, she’d incurred a karmic debt. In Joe’s view, a fix was required—retribution, a penance, an act that would restore balance to the universe.
What better way than to pay Ms. Giordano with the same currency? It was high time she knew love, with all its happy and painful consequences. Apparently, the job to show her had fallen on him.
Did he want to deal with this shit?
Not really.
But could he walk away from the task, drop this despicable letter into a rarely opened drawer, and pretend Afghanistan hadn’t happened? Could he forget the night of Cooper’s and Billy’s destruction? Could he forget his own loss and wounds?
“No,” he murmured. “I can’t.”
He’d undertake the assignment. Heartbreak was coming to Ms. Giordano. He shrugged. The universe demanded it.
Author Bio:
Award-winning, multi-genre author Victoria Saccenti picked up pencil and paper the moment her childhood book heroes started conversing with her. Sounds a little crazy, but there’s no rhyme or reason for inspiration. Back then, she wrote one-act plays and short fairy tales for simple amusement. Today—many…many moons later—her playful stories have grown into romantic women’s fiction, paranormal, retro and contemporary romances with an edge. An avid people watcher, she explores in her novels the twists and turns of human interaction, the many facets of love, and all possible happy endings.
After thirty years of traveling she’s settled in Central Florida. She splits her busy schedule between family and her active muse at Essence Publishing. But if she could convince her husband to sell their home, she would pack up her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores.

Monday, August 3, 2020

Deception

Title: Deception
Author: Victoria Saccenti
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance (erotica light BDSM)
Cover Designer: Scott Carpenter
Publisher: Essence Publishing
Publication Date: July 31st, 2020
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Blurb: Her submission is his sweet revenge…until the truth detonates his plans.
When Joe learns Hunter’s name, his inner Dom’s lust turns to black rage—he’s convinced it’s her fault a teammate committed combat suicide. He embarks on a plan to seduce her, but by the time her sweetness ensnares him, the truth threatens what could be the love of a lifetime.
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Award-winning, multi-genre author Victoria Saccenti picked up pencil and paper when her childhood book heroes started conversing with her. Sounds a little crazy, but there's no rhyme or reason for inspiration. Back then, she wrote one-act plays and fairy tales for simple amusement. Today--many...many moons later--her playful stories have grown into romantic women's fiction, paranormal, and contemporary romances with a sharp edge.
In 2018, her novel "Destiny's Choice" book two of the "Destiny Series" hit the Amazon Best Selling list. In 2019, "NoƩmie's Journey," an interracial romance set in 1968 North Carolina, received the prestigious B.R.A.G. Medallion Honoree badge and won Readers' Favorite silver medal.
Central Florida is home. She splits her busy schedule between family and her active muse at Essence Publishing. But if she could convince her husband to sell their home, she would pack up her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores. 
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“Bitch!” Joe punched his desk as he spit out the curse to himself.
Heartless harpy, she’d closed the letter with a single “Hunter.” Without a good-bye, a polite farewell, a “take care,” or “be careful,” not even “go jump in the fucking lake.” He flipped the envelope around. The return address had been written in the same script: Hunter Giordano, c/o Pete’s Place…
No personal address, the epitome of finality. She’d cut all personal ties.
Burning fury and a crazy sense of impotence roiled in him. Good thing Hunter wasn’t within his reach, ’cause if she were… His fingers trembled with the desire to hold her by the throat and squeeze the life out of her.
He jumped to his feet, shoved his fists into his pockets, and walked around the desk, trying to calm down. Violence wouldn’t solve anything or bring Billy back. He paced back and forth, ordering his thoughts. He stopped as the answer appeared. He folded the written sheet, carefully reinserted it in the envelope to avoid tearing the brittle paper, and closed the flap.
Minutes passed. The small notion—the light of a flickering flame illuminated his mind. Slowly, it took shape and grew into an outline, a plan to set things right. Ms. Hunter Giordano had clearly stated she didn’t know love and didn’t care to learn. However, that had been a lot of bullshit on her part. The sort of crap one used to break up with a lover. He’d seen her tonight in action. She didn’t walk around in a disinterested world, detached from everyone, as she liked to pretend.
Hunter cared. About what, Joe had no clue, nor did he give a rat’s ass. She’d been damned cruel and cavalier with Billy’s emotions. She’d endangered the men who fought with Billy, and Joe had lost his eye. Worse, Cooper and Billy had died because of her. Two lives. No matter how you shook it, intentionally or not, she’d incurred a karmic debt. In Joe’s view, a fix was required—retribution, a penance, an act that would restore balance to the universe.
What better way than to pay Ms. Giordano with the same currency? It was high time she knew love, with all its happy and painful consequences. Apparently, the job to show her had fallen on him.
Did he want to deal with this shit?
Not really.
But could he walk away from the task, drop this despicable letter into a rarely opened drawer, and pretend Afghanistan hadn’t happened? Could he forget the night of Cooper’s and Billy’s destruction? Could he forget his own loss and wounds?
“No,” he murmured. “I can’t.”
He’d undertake the assignment. Heartbreak was coming to Ms. Giordano. He shrugged. The universe demanded it.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Destiny's Way

Title: Destiny's Way
Author: Victoria Saccenti
Series: Destiny's Series #3

Blurb

Destiny can show the way home...if it can navigate the shadows of Fate.
Brian McKay’s love for MaritĆ© Muro burns with the heat of an eternal flame. But when
he catches her cousin, Michael, forcing an unwanted kiss upon her, Brian’s jealousy
comes dangerously close to flaring out of control.


In a moment of despair, he packs his bags and boards a plane for Round Rock,
convinced MaritƩ will be better off with anyone else. Someone younger. Someone who
isn’t dragging around a crippling load of baggage—and PTSD-fueled demons.
Anger tears at MaritĆ©’s heart as she flees to her Abuela’s home. Anger at Brian for
abandoning her so easily. At Michael for trying to reignite their past infatuation. Mostly,
anger at herself for realizing too late that it’s past time to grow up, take responsibility for
her own part in the debacle, and fight for the only man she’ll ever love.



But Fate has a few more tricks to play before Brian and MaritƩ find the strength to
reconcile. Some that haunt Brian’s war-torn mind. Another threatening from Michael’s
dangerous ambitions. And one tiny, fragile miracle growing under MaritĆ©’s heart, with
the power to heal their past and seal their future. If it lives long enough to draw its first
breath…

Excerpt

She closed the door. A gasp, heavy and pained, rushed past her lips. The scent… His scent lingers. Brian had left his ethereal presence behind, sparking a multitude of images: a night of first love and discovery, a morning of unrestrained passion and intimacy, moments of utter surrender rolled in succession.
Her stomach tightened with the impulse to weep, and she pressed a stifling palm to her lips. Did you expect to find answers, resolution? No…she’d only wanted to relive a little. Have one last taste. Repeat the experience, kiss him, touch him again, if only in her thoughts, before she said good-bye. But with every passing second, this insane exercise was becoming impossible to sustain. The pale threads of the half-moon illuminated Brian’s room, and wherever she looked, she found him, the brilliant gaze, the sunny smile, the unforgettable vows: “You are my heart. My soul belongs to you.”
Tears stung her eyes. Frustration and a sense of futility churned together on a road to anger, a rebellion against her masochistic impulse. Stubbornly, she stepped to the bed, ran a fingertip along the soft bedspread, and froze. There, scant feet ahead, hanging innocently on the back of the chair, Brian’s cane remained forgotten.
MaritĆ© bolted out of the room. If the door shut with a loud slam and woke up the entire house, she couldn’t have cared less.

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Amazon International - http://authl.it/B0741C24K9


About The Author


A native of Cuba, Victoria grew up in the nucleus of the prestigious Alonso family,
founders of the National Cuban Ballet. The artistic environment fostered her writing
spirit and an insatiable curiosity to explore the world. From her travels, she has
gathered an eclectic collection of stories and anecdotes to inspire her muse. She writes
romance and generational sagas with complex emotional content.
She is the author of Destiny’s Plan, Destiny’s Choice, and Destiny’s Way, and a
contributor to The Ultimate Guide to Dorothy Dunnett’s THE GAME OF KINGS, by
Laura Caine Ramsey. Central Florida is home, but if she could convince her husband,
she would pack her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores.


Website & Social Media Links:
Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2uBkyFv

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Friday, July 28, 2017

Destiny's Way

Title: Destiny's Way
Author: Victoria Saccenti
Series: Destiny's Series #3

Blurb



Destiny can show the way home...if it can navigate the shadows of Fate.
Brian McKay’s love for MaritĆ© Muro burns with the heat of an eternal flame. But when
he catches her cousin, Michael, forcing an unwanted kiss upon her, Brian’s jealousy
comes dangerously close to flaring out of control.


In a moment of despair, he packs his bags and boards a plane for Round Rock,
convinced MaritƩ will be better off with anyone else. Someone younger. Someone who
isn’t dragging around a crippling load of baggage—and PTSD-fueled demons.
Anger tears at MaritĆ©’s heart as she flees to her Abuela’s home. Anger at Brian for
abandoning her so easily. At Michael for trying to reignite their past infatuation. Mostly,
anger at herself for realizing too late that it’s past time to grow up, take responsibility for
her own part in the debacle, and fight for the only man she’ll ever love.



But Fate has a few more tricks to play before Brian and MaritƩ find the strength to
reconcile. Some that haunt Brian’s war-torn mind. Another threatening from Michael’s
dangerous ambitions. And one tiny, fragile miracle growing under MaritĆ©’s heart, with
the power to heal their past and seal their future. If it lives long enough to draw its first
breath…

Excerpt

She closed the door. A gasp, heavy and pained, rushed past her lips. The scent… His scent lingers. Brian had left his ethereal presence behind, sparking a multitude of images: a night of first love and discovery, a morning of unrestrained passion and intimacy, moments of utter surrender rolled in succession.
Her stomach tightened with the impulse to weep, and she pressed a stifling palm to her lips. Did you expect to find answers, resolution? No…she’d only wanted to relive a little. Have one last taste. Repeat the experience, kiss him, touch him again, if only in her thoughts, before she said good-bye. But with every passing second, this insane exercise was becoming impossible to sustain. The pale threads of the half-moon illuminated Brian’s room, and wherever she looked, she found him, the brilliant gaze, the sunny smile, the unforgettable vows: “You are my heart. My soul belongs to you.”
Tears stung her eyes. Frustration and a sense of futility churned together on a road to anger, a rebellion against her masochistic impulse. Stubbornly, she stepped to the bed, ran a fingertip along the soft bedspread, and froze. There, scant feet ahead, hanging innocently on the back of the chair, Brian’s cane remained forgotten.
MaritĆ© bolted out of the room. If the door shut with a loud slam and woke up the entire house, she couldn’t have cared less.

Buy Links

Amazon - http://amzn.to/2uBhvgF
B&N - https://goo.gl/JidDXb
iTunes - https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/destinys-way/id1261163166?mt=11
Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/736976
Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/destiny-s-way-1
Amazon International - http://authl.it/B0741C24K9


About The Author


A native of Cuba, Victoria grew up in the nucleus of the prestigious Alonso family,
founders of the National Cuban Ballet. The artistic environment fostered her writing
spirit and an insatiable curiosity to explore the world. From her travels, she has
gathered an eclectic collection of stories and anecdotes to inspire her muse. She writes
romance and generational sagas with complex emotional content.
She is the author of Destiny’s Plan, Destiny’s Choice, and Destiny’s Way, and a
contributor to The Ultimate Guide to Dorothy Dunnett’s THE GAME OF KINGS, by
Laura Caine Ramsey. Central Florida is home, but if she could convince her husband,
she would pack her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores.


Website & Social Media Links:
Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2uBkyFv

Presented by: WlkBookPromotions.com

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Destiny's Choice

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No one evades Fate. Especially when the escape route is cracked and full of holes.

As a naĆÆve young woman, MaritĆ© Muro nearly drowned in a maelstrom of confusing emotions stirred by two very different men. One whose tortured soul tugged at her heart, another whose scorching touch made her innocent body want…more. Four years in a Spanish prep school gave her time to gain perspective, and now she’s come home to Florida knowing what she wants. The one man she’s never been able to forget, and she’s ready to prove their age difference is no obstacle. Vietnam left scars on Brian MacKay, some visible, some invisible—and infinitely more dangerous. His war buddy’s sister-in-law has ripened into a tempting, irresistible woman, but she is forbidden fruit. Yet she challenges his resolve until, in a moment of weakness, his demons slip free. MaritĆ© isn’t sure why the man who held her closer than skin is suddenly holding her at arm’s length, but she isn’t afraid to fight for him. Even when someone returns from the past who could destroy everything. Her home. Her family. And Brian’s love.

EXCERPT:

December 1969 You’re late…you’re late. Where the heck are you? Out of the corner of her eye, MaritĆ© Muro scanned the hallway of the chapel. To her mounting frustration, several attendees standing next to a column blocked her view. She could stare forever and accomplish nothing. Neither the people nor the column would move out of her way. Reality does stink. She didn’t have X-ray vision or mental superpowers like the superheroes in her favorite comics and fantasy novels. Her human anatomy had its limitations, and just to reinforce that concept, a painful stab attacked her temples as a multitude of sparks filled her vision. Half-blind, she tangled the tip of her elegant new shoe with the footed base of a nearby massive candleholder, and she nearly flew forward. Mumbling a curse that would’ve shocked her mother, MaritĆ© froze in place, waiting for her vision to clear. Thanks to the futile search, she’d almost made a fool of herself in front of everyone and, worse, had missed key aspects of a ritual she didn’t know well. She should be following the ceremony. Any minute, the spotlight and all eyes would be on her, which meant ignoring the stupid voice that wouldn’t stop nagging in her mind. The incessant taunts had begun as soon as she took her place by the baptismal font: Go ahead. Turn around. Check the crowd, silly girl. How else will you know? Well, screw the voice. She had an important role and should appear focused on the celebration—same as Brian, her partner in the ceremony—or at least pretend. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking of Michael. Why aren’t you here? How about a little peek? the voice insisted. Shifting her gaze to the left hallway, she tried again, seeking a body, a shadow, some movement, anything that might indicate her cousin’s arrival. Nope. Nothing. Zip. You’re going to ruin it if you don’t show up. How could he miss the triple christening when it meant so much to everyone? The entire family had flown in from the Old Country, not to mention friends from all over. Forget the relatives, she had dreamed about this occasion for weeks, had bought this pink chiffon dress and complementary shoes, hoping to regain his attention. She wanted him to see her among adults, doing adult things like a young lady. Maybe then she’d impress the indifference out of him and the uncomfortable disaffection would end. Not so long ago, he would’ve insisted on driving her. He would’ve been full of advice on the ride over. He used to be so protective and supportive, so affectionate, but lately— The clinking sound of the swaying censer and Father O’Leary’s voice grew louder. He’d moved from infant to infant, performing the sacramental rite: dabbing bits of salt in their mouths, sprinkling the tiny foreheads with holy water, and lastly anointing them with chrism. And now it was Rebecca’s turn, the gorgeous child cradled in her arms. MaritĆ© glanced at the beaming parents standing off to her right, Raquel and Matthew Buchanan, her sister and brother-in-law. Dismissing her earlier preoccupation, MaritĆ© sent a silent prayer on their behalf for a life full of well-deserved happiness. They’d struggled enough. Father O’Leary recited the questions to the godparents, and MaritĆ© answered in unrehearsed unison with Brian. The sound of his deep voice, full of emotion and self-assured, rang in her ears as spirals of thick church incense wafted around her with its heady scent. A dreamy feeling overcame MaritĆ©. Each I do response seemed to roll out of Brian’s lips in slow motion. The words echoed throughout the room, then ricocheted inside her mind in giant swells. A sense of dĆ©jĆ  vu transported her to a distant time in a faraway chamber, richly ornate and full of golden lights, nowhere she knew or had seen before… The experience didn’t last; it ended with the last question but left her shivering. She looked Brian’s way. “Brian?” He leaned forward. “Lil’ godmother?” “Forget it. It’s nothing,” she said quickly. Whatever she’d seen, Brian obviously had not. No point in pursuing it further. Brian MacKay, Matthew’s best friend and ex-war buddy, was the happiest person she’d ever known in all of her fifteen years. His smile could brighten the gloomiest day. In these days of the Vietnam War, men who survived the jungle came home either physically damaged or with broken spirits, sometimes both. Not Brian. His cheerful disposition had carried him through exhausting physical therapy sessions—she’d heard Raquel and Matthew talk—and conquered his wounds. She watched in awed respect as he moved or walked about, displaying his faltering step like a badge of honor and the ever-present cane like a scepter. Despite the seven-year gap between them, Brian didn’t condescend to her. He treated her as an equal, and she liked that quality best. When she learned Brian had agreed to become Rebecca’s godfather, she’d been overjoyed and honored. The sacrament would not only bind them to the child but to each other, as compadres in a very special lifelong relationship, almost like parents. Her thoughts pivoted to her absent cousin…and yep, she was back to where she’d started. “What is it?” Brian nudged her arm. “That frown’s ruining your purdy face.” MaritĆ© knew he’d tried to keep his voice down but was also certain folks in the last row heard him. “Shhh,” she whispered, and, suppressing a rising giggle, she bumped him with her shoulder. Brian jerked up to his full height, snapping two fingers in mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.” Rebecca must have found their exchange entertaining, because she decided to join the fun. Her rosebud lips puckered, releasing a loud half-raspberry, half-spit bubble. “Not very ladylike,” MaritĆ© murmured. Brian snickered, and the priest shot them both a warning glare. Her sister, Raquel, heard the sound and flicked a signal to Matthew. As a lighted taper was presented to MaritĆ© and Brian, Matthew retrieved Rebecca in exchange, rescuing everyone from the priest’s displeasure. With little Rebecca’s explorations in sound effects successfully silenced, Father O’Leary nodded, and the baptism proceeded in its ordered sequence. Boom! The sound of a kneeler dropped carelessly on the floor reverberated throughout the chapel like a discharged cannon. MaritĆ© tossed poise out the window and turned, peering above and beyond the curious guests to the source of the commotion. You know how to make an entrance, don’t you? With hands pressed against the last pew, Michael leaned forward. His shoulder-length hair, falling in the direction of his hands, concealed his features. On her next breath, MaritĆ© evaluated the situation in the room: a pale Aunt Coralina directed a wife-to-husband plea for serenity to Uncle Jonas, whose gaze emitted ice-blue fury toward his irreverent son. An unexpected censuring scoff out of Brian startled her, and MaritĆ© pivoted, beginning to feel like a spinning top. The frown of disapproval was a rare departure from Brian’s affable countenance. Confounded by it all, MaritĆ© flipped back around just as Michael looked up, tossed back his leonine mane in obvious defiance, and smirked. Ignoring everyone present, he glared at her. A chill ran down MaritĆ©’s spine…

Destiny’s Choice, the long awaited sequel to Destiny’s Plan, is available for pre-order through the following vendors.


WLK Author Bio

A native of Cuba, Victoria acquired a love for books from her mother, and the desire to see the world from her father. As a result she has been around the globe by her count, at least twice. From her journeys she has gathered a varied collection of stories and anecdotes, which now serve to inspire her muse. Central Florida is home, but if she could convince her husband, she would pack her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores. Stay in touch with Victoria via Facebook or drop me a line on my web page, Victoria Saccenti Writes or visit her Amazon Author page: Author.to/VictoriaSaccenti

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