Praise for Dana
"I just love Dana's writing, the plot is very well thought out,
fast paced and full of action, and as I've said before with her
work, every word is relevant. The story has everything, romance,
revenge, 'blood', 'honor', suspense, action, you name it this book
covers it. Dana Delamar is definitely an author to watch."
- Lindsay and Jane's Views and Reviews blog
"...once I got started with Malavita, I could not,
would not put it down. The storyline is captivating from the
beginning.... Not only do you have a fantastic love story, but
the mob is involved... I felt dirty (in a good way) just reading
it. Written expertly. Exciting, fun, action, suspense, love, honor,
- Liz Cabrejos, reader
A son determined to avenge his family. A daughter
desperate for peace. Two fathers intent on
Enrico Lucchesi never wanted anything to do with the Mafia. But
when his brothers were murdered, he accepted that he would someday
be the next don. However, he doesn't accept that he must marry the
daughter of the man who killed them. Enrico will never trust an
Andretti, never mind love one. The Andrettis are up to something
with their so-called "truce"--and Enrico must avenge his siblings.
But will his dark secret spell the end of his vengeance--and
possibly the Lucchesis?
After Antonella Andretti's father tries to destroy the
Lucchesis, she persuades him that an alliance--achieved by her
marriage to Enrico, the "golden boy" she's loved from afar--would
be in everyone's best interests. As her wedding day approaches,
people close to her father start dying, and her fiancé's behavior
is suspect. When she learns Enrico's true feelings about her--and
what her father's actual plans are--will Antonella damn their
families to eternal war, or will she broker a peace that might
destroy her heart?
Antonella reached the terrace before Enrico did and plopped
herself onto a bench in the shade below a large tree. She
grinned up at him in triumph. "Told you I'd beat you," she
said when he arrived.
He leaned over her and gripped the lacy metalwork that
supported her back, caging her in while he caught his breath.
"You were distracting me."
"I couldn't take my eyes off you," he murmured. Leaning
closer, he made his request. "Let down your hair," he
whispered in her ear, letting his breath wash over her skin,
making her shiver.
She hesitated, then reached up to the base of her neck and
loosened the tie holding everything in place, lightly shaking
her head to let the thick waves fall free. When it tumbled
around her shoulders, he smiled. This close, he could see every
lash that fringed her large liquid eyes, eyes that looked away
from his with sudden shyness. He gently took hold of her chin
and made her look at him.
He studied her face, every inch of it--the flawless olive
skin, the high cheekbones, the lush tremble of her lips, the
long slope of her nose, the slight bump in it--and he
realized something. Antonella Andretti was beautiful. Not in
some fairytale princess way. But in a real way. Although her
cheeks grew pink under his scrutiny, she didn't break eye
contact this time.
The molecules of air between them seemed to thicken, time
slowed down, his heart ceased to beat. All he wanted in that
moment was to kiss her. He started to close the distance, mere
centimeters between them--
She slid out from under his left arm and dashed out of reach.
"Catch me if you can, Enrico Lucchesi!"
This time she took off across the grass, heading uphill
toward the house and a loggia with three vine-covered
Had she known what he'd been about to do? Did she not want to
kiss him? Or was she just making hi