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

An Offer She Cant Refuse #1 ebook

J. Garcia



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 Vol 1

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An Offer She Can’t Refuse

Volume 1



J. Garcia






Copyright ©2021 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’s perfection. They were also my favorite but were complimented the best with the whites. Both made the loveliest bouquet. Last time I hung them in the shop they sold faster the chocolates.

There's even more flowers blooming than last year that was a sign of fortune according my grandma and her wondrous gypsy 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 barely afford half the things we need with the suppliers now double pricing most of our orders. The goods he started ordering from Tuscany were so expensive, but were at least in high demand almost every week at the shop to make up for it.

“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 me up in his long slim arms.

Grandma was in her rocking chair peeling a bag of apples shaking her head as she watched us like a hawk.

“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 unhappily bellowed.

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

He replied frowning at her.

She gave him a stare suggesting he could save whatever explanation he had.

“You don’t have to, it’s always the same with you, Kenny. How many times do I have to remind you that you can’t just skate by life depending on dumb little tricks?”

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 Kenny was how one would describe as a average young man with ambitions too big for him to grasp.

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

I inquired.