His Obsession: New York Rogues: Rossi, #1

By Quinn Marlowe

Sloane Brennan thought she'd escaped the mafia life by moving to LA. Sure, she'd had to leave her parents behind, but that was life when you were running from the mob.

Then her one-time best friend--and the son of her father's biggest enemy--showed up on her beach and started looking at her like she still belonged to him.

And by the way he's following her every move, showing up in the bars she's at and then outside her own house, she's beginning to think that he's got more on his mind than just a friendly reunion.

*A Very Rossi Christmas is the prequel to Sloane and Joseph's story, which continues in Her Romeo. The book features Romeo and Juliet themes, kidnapping, car chases, stalkers, and heroes, plus enough tension and angst to make you want a Joseph Rossi of your very own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Spitfire Press
• Release date: Aug 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201771317

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His Obsession

PRAISE FOR QUINN MARLOWE

Praise for Her Romeo

You’re telling me I have to wait for I don’t know how long for a sequel to this amazing mafia romance??? No way I’ll live through that! Yes, I was expecting spice. And I got it. Yes, I was expecting a possessive mafia romance. And I got it. But the plot surprised me completely! —@FedyTheReader

I was not ready for this book to end. I need the next book like yesterday… I will be like a starving book dragon hunting for book two, that's for certain! –Melissa, Goodreads reviewer

I am obsessed with this book!!!! –Renee, Goodreads Reviewer

… the action, suspense, who to trust and who not to. You are constantly on the edge of your seat. My overall opinion of this book... addictive, entertaining, steamy with a dose of hot chemistry and a solid page turner. I am definitely anticipating book two. I mean, continuing this series to completion, it's a no brainer, it's just simply that good. –Debbie, Goodreads reviewer

If I had enough hours in the day, I absolutely would've never set this one down. If you are looking for something with a mafia vibe, with the suspense that will leave you dying for more. This is it. Forbidden romance. Kidnapping. This is definitely a book for you! –Rachel, Goodreads reviewer

You know those books that you have to put down a few minutes to catch your breath or to make last longer?! Yep, this is definitely one of those books! I loved it from the first word until… THE CLIFFHANGER! I want more… scratch that I need more of Sloane and Joseph! It was fast paced and I couldn’t put it down, except to catch my breath. Definitely recommend! –Rachel, Goodreads reviewer

This book had me hooked and interested from the first page. It got right into the action and was a page turner until the very end. I could not get enough of the tension between the characters and the internal struggle both of them are facing is BEAUTIFULLY written. –Stephanie, Amazon reviewer

Praise for Her Hero

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut are you guys squealing yet? Because you should! This trilogy is SOOOOOOOO squealworthy! It has everything you need.. spice? Yes! Romance? Hell yes! Guns and violence and everything else you want in a mafia Romance? Hell to the yes! —Winter Wolf, Amazon Reviewer

"I loved this book even more than the last two! I loved watching Sloane and Joseph grow even closer in this book, even as adversity increased! Y'all know how much I love a fast-paced, quick read that still has a good plot, and this book is IT.

Mr. Joseph Rossi has my effing heart. That's all I need to say. I'm amazed and in love." —Olivia, Amazon reviewer

Another book in the mafia romance series involving the story of Sloane and Joseph … WOW JUST WOW!!! I’m obsessed!!! —@FedyTheReader

…Such an enjoyable read! The plot could've gone everywhere, and with all the action it felt like I just kept flipping pages. I just wanted to know how it ended! —Sanne, Goodreads reviewer

Guns blazing, car chases and more has exploded the suspense in this romantic suspense trilogy. It's a quick read, but a fun one. —Micky, Goodreads reviewer

Couldn't put it down. Loved how Sloane and Joseph were together. I do hope there is more to come. Definitely recommend. —Sue, Goodreads reviewer

HIS OBSESSION

NEW YORK ROGUES: ROSSI, PREQUEL

QUINN MARLOWE

Spitfire Press

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cover by Temys designs.

To my husband, who was the driving force that started me on this road. You are my everything. Even on the days when I don’t understand your jokes.

CONTENTS

Note from the Author

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

Ready to find out more about Sloane and Joseph, and where they go next?

Chapter 1

More Sneak Peeks!!!

About the Author

Also by Quinn Marlowe

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

Fam! I’m beyond excited to be re-releasing this one with a whole new edit on it, plus a ton of freebies. As many of you know, this was my first book baby and started everything off. And I mean both my writing career and the crazy ride the Rossis took us on. This is where it all began. When I wrote it, I had no idea where everything was going to end up—or that it would be Brooks, at the end of the day, saving everyone’s asses.

Wait. Skip that last line if you haven’t read Her Master yet.

If you’ve already read the line… well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag. But I bet you’re wondering how she does it, right? If so, you’re in luck, because the Rossi series is finished, which means you can run out and buy Her Master right now to find out. And at the end of that book…

Well, I make some more announcements. But I’m not going to ruin that part.

What I will tell you is that the Rossi series might be completed, but I’m not done with the world yet. Not by a long shot. I’m not ready to let go of these characters, and I’m guessing you aren’t either. If you don’t know the characters yet…

Well, you’re in the right book to get started. Happy reading, and I’ll see you in 2024!

-Q

1

SLOANE

Devil in the Sunlight

T hat’s it, I'm never going home again.

You and me both, sister, the voice immediately to my right muttered, sleepy with sunshine and more than a little bit slurred, thanks to the five or so margaritas we'd had since we arrived at the beach. Though I think that might fall under the heading of ‘be careful what you wish for.’ Sounds like the sort of thing someone says right before they get chopped in the back by the designated villain.

She added this second statement with her eyes open and her voice sounding a bit sharper, and I glanced over at her, wondering what the hell she was getting at.

The picture I saw was, of course, a girl who looked like she should be fucking modeling rather than laying on the beach in Santa Monica with me, on Christmas break from law school. Brooks Peterson—short for Brooklyn, a name she hated with the heat of a million suns—had always been taller than me. More gorgeous than me. Sassier than me. Then we'd come west to go to UCLA for college and she'd gotten even sassier.

These days she was dying her used-to-be-blonde hair a bright fire engine red and wearing stark black eyeliner with a wing that made it look like a makeup artist lived in the same house as she did.

There was no makeup artist in her house. I knew, because I lived there too, and if there had been a makeup artist in residence, I would have been sporting the same winged liner.

As opposed to the hurried brush of blush and eye shadow I generally managed. With more mascara than anything else. Maybe some lipstick on days when I was feeling really fancy.

Brooks, who had watched me watching her this entire time, lifted one very elegant—and still fairly blond—eyebrow. Take a picture, love, it'll last longer.

I stuck my tongue out at her. Why would I need a picture when I see you every freaking day of my life?

She just grinned and laid back down. You and I both know you love it. Now, what were you saying about never going home?

I laid back as well but kept myself propped up on my elbows so I could keep my gaze on the bright blue of the Pacific Ocean. Freaking 85 degrees in the middle of December, and as bright as the day was long. I mean, the day wasn't long. Not in December in California. But the brightness? The beauty?

Yeah, that was all in evidence.

Back home in New York, it was snowing right now. Snowing and freaking cold, with the power going all spotty and the sidewalks frozen and cars driving by at 50 MPH and splashing you with dirty slush.

I knew because my parents had told me so this morning when I called to tell them I wasn't coming home from law school for Christmas this year. Brooks and I were staying in LA rather than flying home.

And neither of us was all that sorry for it.

I glanced at the pier about a mile down the beach, took in the garland wound along the rails and the Christmas lights going up the struts that held the roller coaster, and grinned to myself. Christmas in LA meant a lot of decorations and almost no change in the weather, and I fucking loved it.

I said I don't think I'm ever going home again, I repeated. Why the hell would I leave all of this behind for the snow in the winter and the freaking heat in the summer?

And that humidity, she added. And what it does to my hair.

Your hair's not curly, even in the humidity, I noted.

Not like mine. I had the sort of hair that got bigger and curlier if there was an ounce of humidity in the air, and though LA's heat made it wavy and hard to control, New York's humidity...

A sharp poke in the ribs broke me out of my mental curses against my hair—which was also naturally auburn, unlike Brooks'—and back to the reality of the sunny