Hello everyone, this is Nostalgicmiss coming to you this Wednesday with my story pick,

Let's go ahead and start with the official summary:

Edward is a retired goon for the infamous Charlie Swan.He still has to train his men to fight. His next trainee is Charlie's daughter. Bella is running with her daughter from her abusive husband.Can she learn to fight? Can Edward keep his hands off? Lemons

The idea for this story is one genius premise. It's only nine chapters in and it's wonderfully written. The lemons are hot and I had to fan myself on more than one occasion. Edward works for the boss of a Seattle crime syndicate. He was a hitman, but retired and now trains the boss' men to become better fighters or . . . killers! Let's face it, this is the mafia!

He is sent a woman to train. Unfortunately, as with most things in a crime family, there are complications.

So the woman and her child moves in with Edward, and the complications ensue.

It's well executed, and well written. The plot keeps you wrapped up and wanting more. The only down side . . . and you may laugh at me . . . too many lemons! It seems to hinder the natural progression of the story. So the story moves slower at times than it should. It hasn't deterred me from this story though! The lemons are good!

Excerpt:

I tried to ignore the painful throbbing in my pants, but it was getting harder and harder with each touch of her soft skin. I took one of her arms- noticing a bruise on her shoulder. I lifted it up noticing no physical distress from Bella. I rotated it. She winced slightly before I allowed her arm to rest along her side. I stood in front of her, avoiding looking at her chest as slid my hands from her arms to her ribs. I noticed Bella’s breath hitched.

My eyes snapped back up to hers. “Do you want me to stop?”

Bella pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and shook her head. I continued and pressed lightly on her ribs. She didn’t seem to be in pain but when I applied just a little more pressure, she bit her lips harder and hissed.

“Sorry.” I whispered before testing her left side.

My eyes ascended from her belly button to the bruised sides of her body, to her breasts. Her dusty rose nipples hardened and her chest was rising and falling quickly.

My breathing was labored and whispered, “Bella.”

“My dad is going to kill me,” she mumbled.

“Why?” I asked looking back up into her eyes. What I saw there was a little surprising.

Bella grabbed the back of my neck and brought my head down to hers.

“Because of this.”