More Than a Fling: A Interracial BWWM Mafia Romance

By Tamar Bryce

Neva is more than a little stressed. A high pressure job and a string of bad boyfriends have taken their toll. She finds the relaxation that she needs in Hawaii. The sun, the sea, the people watching; it's enough to make her feel alive again. She can't imagine a more perfect vacation, until she meets Giovanni. 

Her dream man walks right out of the ocean and at once she knows that she wants him. Giovanni seems to want her too and he's not shy about getting here into bed. A vacation fling is just the thing to make here vacation even more perfect. 

However, things change when she returns home. Running into Giovanni is a dream, but he's harboring a secret that could destroy their relationship before it even starts. Can they overcome the challenges that stand in their way? Or is their love doomed to fail from the very beginning? 

Note: The cover story is a sweet & sexy 15,000 word novella, with no cliffhangers, and a happily ever after! 

This book contains spicy love scenes, colorful language, and bonus stories for 18+ readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tamar Bryce
• Release date: Nov 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386438335

Book preview

One

The sun warmed Neva’s brown skin as she sighed. In front of her, the ocean lapped at wet sand and birds flew overhead. Soft, island music played somewhere nearby making her gently sway as she sipped on her drink. Neva was in paradise.

Another drink, ma’am?

She nods quickly. Yes, thank you.

She sits at the tiki style bar, legs crossed as she scans the beach. A red bikini is partially hidden beneath her black wrap that hangs to her shapely hips. Red painted fingernails run through her short black hair before she adjusts her dark sunglasses.

What a perfect day, she mumbled happily before sipping her drink out of a coconut.

Hawaii had been on her goals list since she was just a child and now here she was enjoying it. The sun, the water, the dancing, the food; it was heaven. There was only one small problem, she was enjoying it by herself.

Neva was close to thirty now and she still didn’t have a partner. It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried. Every relationship she’d ever had ended in failure. After that, she was absorbed in her work. Being the editor of a fashion magazine was anything but easy and after years of hard work it had taken its toll.

Thinking about her job was enough to make her want to shiver. This week was about enjoying herself to the fullest. As she gazed at the water, she saw something that took her mind right off of work.

Woah.

Neva turned to the woman next to her. The leggy blonde was practically biting through her lip, but Neva couldn’t blame her. The man was enough to make her drool.

He walked onto the beach, water clinging to his tanned skin and flying as he shook his black hair. Neva grinned. He was hard muscle all over, but his skin wasn’t exactly smooth. There were scars here and there that told a story which Neva really wanted to hear.

The woman next to Neva began adjusting her bikini top to showcase even more boob than she was already showing. Neva glanced down. Her modest b cups made her feel self-conscious as the man walked over to the bar in his deep blue swim shorts.

Bottle of water, please.

As he handed the money to the bartender, Neva had to keep herself from staring. He had dark facial hair on his chin and above his lip. Rugged was the word that sprang to mind as she tried to sneak a peek at him.

I’m Anna, the blonde said, extending a manicured hand.

The man looked her up and down, grinned, then shook her hand. I’m not interested.

Neva couldn’t stop the giggle that tumbled out of her lips. She tried to cover it by coughing before she took a deep sip of her fruity drink. As the woman stormed off, he glanced over at her. Once he caught her eye, he winked. Neva’s grin widened.

I’m Giovanni, he said extending a hand.

Neva took his hand. Neva. That wasn’t very nice, what you did to her, she said nodding her head in the obviously pissed off woman’s direction.

I saw her yelling at a maid at the hotel earlier. I don’t like assholes.

Neva laughed. Fair enough.

Can I buy you another drink?

Neva thought it over quickly before she nodded. Sure. Why not?

Giovanni sat beside her before he ordered her another drink. The breeze from the water sent the smell of his cologne to her. Sandalwood and spice. She watched a stray bead of water roll down his tanned back.

Are you okay?

Neva shook herself and realized that she was biting her lip. Oh, I’m just fine.

Giovanni chuckled. Where are you from?

Chicago.

He laughed. Me too. Small world. Let me guess, he looked her up and down. Something high powered?

I’m head editor at She.

Fashion magazine, he said with a nod, taking a drink from his glass.

Neva lifted a brow. You know anything about fashion magazines? That’s unexpected.

Giovanni laughed. I’m not completely uncultured.

Neva shook her head with a chuckle. "Ok. What do you do?"

He took his time drinking from his cup until Neva almost thought that he wasn’t going to answer at all. I work in management for a finance company, he said with a laugh.

She raised a brow. Were you trying to think of a more exciting career for a moment?

You caught me.

Neva shook her head. As long as you like what you do, that should be all that matters.

Giovanni shrugged. "Work is work. I used