Hot Moves

When a powerful mafia boss retreats to a secluded Caribbean island to escape his deadly enemies, he encounters a breathtaking woman who captures his heart.

In that moment, Lorenzo discovers there’s no hiding from his fate as love at first sight takes him by surprise. Now, he faces his toughest challenge yet--convincing Mira that he can be the man she deserves while also protecting her from his relentless adversaries, because giving up his curvy little soulmate isn’t an option.

After I step out of my hotel room, the soft click of the door shutting behind me echoes through the empty hallway. The corridors of the resort are quiet this early in the morning, a sharp contrast to the raucous partying from the night before. My sister and her friends are likely still tangled in their bedsheets, dead to the world after celebrating her twenty-first birthday extravaganza.
I can still hear their laughter ringing in my ears, their shouts of "One more drink!" spiraling through the air as I politely declined yet another round. I’m not much of a drinker and I’m an early riser by nature. When my eyes popped open with the sunrise, the allure of a peaceful breakfast by the ocean was too tempting to pass up.
The elevator doors slide open with a soft ding, and I step inside, the golden-hued interior enveloping me in warmth. As I reach out to press the lobby button, the doors start to close, only to reopen seconds later as someone else rushes in.
Not just someone. Three someones.
Tall, dark, and undeniably handsome, the men fill the elevator with an almost tangible presence. The one in the middle catches my eye immediately. His dark gaze locks onto mine, and the air around us seems to shift. It’s as though the world slows for a moment, leaving just the two of us standing in the suspended quiet.
“Morning,” I manage, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest. Holy cow. Talk about tall, dark, and handsome. This man has it in spades.
“Morning,” he responds, his deep voice rich and resonant. His dark eyes continue to hold mine, and I feel a strange magnetic pull between us.
I glance at the other two men, who exchange a silent, understanding look, before turning back to their silent leader. Their observation seems more protective than curious.
There’s a moment of awkward silence before my nervousness causes my mouth to run away without consulting my brain. “Are you here on vacation, too?” It feels like such an ordinary question, but somehow, asking it doesn’t feel ordinary at all. When in the world did I become so chatty?
“In a manner of speaking,” the man replies, his lips curling into an enigmatic hint of a smile. ”And you?”
I can’t help but notice the slight accent, wondering if it’s maybe Italian. “I’m here for my sister’s birthday. She and her friends are all sleeping in, so I’m taking the opportunity to enjoy a quiet morning.” I internally roll my eyes, calling myself silly for explaining all this to three men who obviously don’t care why I’m in Nassau.
The handsome man in the middle nods, understanding lighting his eyes. "Early morning before the world wakes up and reality comes rushing in is the best time to enjoy the peace.”
I smile, appreciating his words. “Exactly. Plus, the breakfast here is amazing.”
His gaze softens just a touch, and I swear, for a second, his serious demeanor cracks, revealing something warmer underneath. “I’m sorry I won’t have the opportunity to give it a try, but business is calling me.”
I laugh lightly, the tension in the elevator easing fractionally. “It is a shame because the eggs benedict and mimosas are to die for.” There goes my runaway mouth again.
There’s a moment where I almost invite him to join, but the elevator dings, announcing our arrival at the lobby. The doors open, and the cool lobby air rushes in.
As we step out, his companions fall into step beside him. Their presence, though imposing, seems natural as if they’re protectors or maybe loyal friends. I can’t quite place it, but something about the way they move tells me there’s more to them than meets the eye.