An Offer She Cant Refuse #1 - J. Garcia - ebook

J. Garcia presents the latest spicy addiction to her fans. Angelica Kimper is a kind, willful small town girl. Her gypsy rooted family moved to Italy when she was young. While growing up she anad her cousin were repeatedly teased by the other kids. Johnny Luciano, in particular, was worst among them, the bully leader. She was more than happy when the Luciano family business struck gold and moved to the city to live.  Now, Johnny was back in town, a filthy rich, intimidating Sicilian and back to making her life unbearable. Angelica is left painfully distressed after the huge debt her family owes threatens to sieze their dear small business.Johnny then approaches her offering to pay off her family's debt. In return, Johnny wants only thing. For the memorizing woman who was once his biggest crush to share his bed fulfilling his every need. He's shocked to find out his beautiful Angelica is still a virgin, however, even that's not enough to defer him from taking what he desires. He might've failed in wooing her as a brawny teenage boy, but this time, she has a red blooded man with power and prestige to deal with.Poor Angelica is overwhelmed by Johnny Luciano's obscene proposal she has continued to refuse him like she did in the past. But with everything she holds dear at stake she'll have no other choice than to bargain herself to a man she hates and fears. 

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J. Garcia

An Offer She Cant Refuse #1

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An Offer She Can't Refuse



J. Garcia











Copyright ©2018 by J. Garcia


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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.






I plucked the withering flower from the flawless bunch the weather this season was just right for the garden. The sunflowers swayed beautifully in the breeze, while I watered the white roses the petals seemed a bit dry I didn’t want them to get them to shrivel up by next week. The red ones shined bright in the sun their glowing Scarlett’s petals were the garden’ perfection. They were also my favorite but were complimented the best with the whites. Both made the most sublime bouquet. Last time I hung them in the shop they all sold faster the papa’s chocolate.

There's even more flowers blooming than last year that was a sign of fortune according my grandma and her wondrous folklores. Of course, I wouldn’t mind her being right for once the house needed a new Heater and the roof could desperately use some retiling. We can enough for everything we need after Papa double prices. The goods he started ordering from Tuscany were so expensive but sold like candy. Triple price on those as soon as they arrive and we're definitely in business for the season.

“Angelica,” My name was being beckoned from the front porch.

“Coming, Grandma.”

I dropped the watering can and left the garden to find my horse grinning cousin hurrying to hoist in his slim arms. Grandma was in her chair peeling a bag of apples shaking her head at me as she watched us.

“I thought you weren’t gonna be back till Saturday. How are things at the Casino?”

I asked anxious to know.

“He can’t tell you, bambina, because he doesn’t have a job there anymore.”

Grandma bellowed, slicing the craved apples.

“Granny, Sofie, please. I haven’t even fully explained yet.”

He replied frowning at her.

She gave him a stare suggesting he could save the explanation.

“You don’t have to, its always the same with you, Kenny, how many times do I remind you that

you can’t just skate by and depend on your dumb schemes.”

He sighed refusing to argue with her.

I crossed my arms looking at him judgmentally, and here I was having such a nice peaceful day.

My cousin was fairly decent young man with ambitions too big him to grasp.

“Is this true, you lost the Assistant job?”

I inquired.

“No, I quit. I found something else with much more prospect than minimum wage.”

He told me confidently.

“Rubbish, another one of your little schemes. I swear, someday you’re going to learn the hard


“Yes, grandma, Sofie.” Kenny said with the fakest smile.

He would simply agree with her whenever he got tired of her scolds.

“Let’s go back to the garden, Angie. It’ll be more quiet there.”

He said ushering me along with him.

“That’s your problem, you don’t listen you get it from your father.”

“Okay, grandma.”

He retorted nonchalant.

“Look, don’t bother with the lectures I know what I’m doing this time. I’m telling you, Angie, I hit

the jackpot.”

I puffed rolling my eyes at him. I got frustrated always having to hear go on about the jackpots

that he never has any success with.

“I’m not talking easy money plots.”

“I sure hope not,” I cut him off with my lecturing tone.

“Betting on horse races got you nowhere except in trouble.”