The Taming of Violet
Series: Masiello Brothers Book 1
Genre: BBW Romance
Publisher: Hostile Whispers Press, LLC
Cover by: Morningstar Ashley (Five Star Designs)
Edit by: AlternativEdits (Laura McNellis)
Blurb -
Giovanni Masiello loved his job as a firefighter. It was the family tradition for three generations, and he and his seven brothers did their job with pride. While his personal and professional life were where he wanted them to be, his love life sucked. And it was all his weird neighbor’s fault.
Violet Canne thought the best when she blasted death metal and screamed along at the top of her lungs. While she looked unassuming in her flowery dresses and Mary Jane’s, she lived in a constant state of irritation. She smiled all day at her job while envisioning plucking out her client’s eyes. Not the attitude for an event planner. One bad day at work and she went feral taking out her infuriating neighbor and ended up in handcuffs. And not in the fun, sexy way either.
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EXCERPT
1 - He Was Going to Kill Her
Giovanni Masiello hugged the pillow to his ears. The death
metal and screaming coming from the other side of the duplex he owned vibrated
the wall behind his headboard. An hour of listening to it was driving him crazy,
and he needed to be awake at five a.m. to
get to work. He jerked as a door slammed, and
he surged from his bed. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he ran to his front
door and threw it open. He didn’t give a fuck if he looked like a crazy man. He’d
had enough of her shit.
Violet Canne was a pain in the ass.
The only reason he knew her name was because some of her mail
was delivered to him a few days after she’d moved in a year ago. Instead of
dealing with her, he’d just shoved it into her mailbox. As far as he was concerned, he’d never had to meet her. But he couldn’t do his job with no sleep.
There she was, dragging her trash can to the curb and he could
hear her cursing from where he stood. For all her cute looks, she was a hateful
little woman. Every date he’d had over the last
year since she moved in, was ruined by death metal or loud noises
through the wall. Who the hell could keep
it up with the men’s guttural screams that his neighbor considered music blaring at all hours?
He stormed off the small stoop.
“Could you turn down your fucking music, woman, some people actually sleep in this neighborhood.”
She slowed and panned until she stared at him. “What you call
me?”
“Woman. So turn down the music so I can work in the goddamn
morning.”
His eyes widened at her sudden growl, the way her big eyes
rounded even more, and he barely had time
to realize what was happening before she was running at him. A tiny shoulder
connected with his abdomen. In shock, he found his back hitting the dewy grass,
and the air was driven out of his lungs.
“I’ll show you woman, you overgrown man-child.”
Tiny fists started to pummel him, and just as he went to grab her wrists, the beam of a flashlight
blinded him.
“Freeze, police, ma’am, I suggest—”
It was like she didn’t know a cop stood behind her with his gun
drawn. Hell, the crazy woman might not even care. He sat up so fast to try and
calm the situation that his nose collided with her forehead, his vision danced
at the pain. “Fuck,” he cursed. He raised his hand to finger the bridge of his
nose.
She fought the cop as she was grabbed around the waist and
pulled off him.
“I’m going to ki—”
He quickly got to his feet. “Violet!” His voice was harsher than he’d ever heard it. He
was the even-tempered one of his
brothers. He never got angry or frustrated. He was always the referee between
his brothers, and there were seven of
them, so he played the role of
peacekeeper a lot.
Her gaze locked on him and he knew the moment realization
dawned, her eyes widened, and her bottom
lip started trembling. He felt a moment of remorse at her confusion.
“Why am I outside?”
He didn’t know how to answer that, but he didn’t have a chance
when he realized she was being cuffed and read her rights. At least he
recognized the cops from his job.
“Man, come on, she was just sleepwalking or something. She
didn’t even know she was outside.” He didn’t know why he was trying to protect
her. Maybe it was the teary eyes and the
wobbly lush bottom lip. His parents drilled into him and his brothers from an
early age to always be a gentleman and the lessons stuck. Even if Violet seemed
impossible and a bit off in the head, he couldn’t let her get locked up.
“Sorry, we witnessed—”
“I’m not pressing charges. Just let her go, I’ll take her into her place and make sure she’s all
settled.”
“You sure, Gio? She looks dangerous.”
“She’s five foot nothing, how dangerous could she be?”
He almost had the urge to laugh as she started kicking at him. But it was not the time to be amused.
“You bastard, I’ll show you—”
“Violet!” He yelled to get her attention again. The woman was
going to get her curvy ass arrested.
Luckily, they removed the cuffs and stepped back as she rubbed
her wrists. Gio could already tell she had
no respect for authority because she glared at the cops just as much as she had
done to him.
“Lady, you better be glad Gio here is understanding, or you’d spend your night in jail.”
He watched her open her mouth, and
he cut her off. “I’m sure she’s very appreciative.” He reached down, and she was so short that he could only reach her ribs.
He steered Violet toward her house. His fingers and thumb sunk into the soft
flesh of her sides.
Once he had her inside, he kicked the door closed and went to
turn the music off. He jerked as he noticed the heavy bag hanging in the middle
of her empty living room. As far as he
could see, she had no furniture in any of the rooms. No pictures hung on her
walls or tucked into the built-in shelves of the living room.
He pressed the power button on her wireless speakers and
pivoted to find her warily watching him. The house was blessedly quiet. Her
fists clenched and relaxed at her sides as she seemed to take deep, even
breaths then exhaled slowly.
She was cute even if a little psychotic.
That’s when he noticed the remnants of a shattered cell phone
scattered across the hardwood floor.
“Bad day?”
“Every day is bad.”
“What made today bad?” He surprised himself when he asked. He
had to be up in four hours. He was a firefighter,
and he didn’t have the luxury of going to work exhausted. It wasn’t safe
for him or the men he worked with—that he considered family.
Violet took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. “Well, my day
started with me imagining plucking the eyes out of the Bridezilla who thinks
she can have every crazy idea come true.”
Wow, he hadn’t exactly seen the woman as a wedding planner.
He’d always assumed someone with that kind of job would need to be positive and
bubbly.
“Normally, brides want their big day to be special.”
“She wants everything in gold, everything. If I have to look
at another cherub, I’m going to take a
baseball bat to those chubby fuckers.”
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