Isadora Vale had overdue bills, a little sister to keep, and someone else's Tuesday shift to cover at the Vittoria, and that is the night three men walked in through three different doors with their hands hidden inside their jackets. Every one of them was watching the customer at the window table, and she had about three seconds to decide, so she crossed the dining room, took that stranger's face in her hands, and kissed him like he was hers. She saved the most dangerous don in New York that night, and Dante Moretti is not a man who lets a woman like that walk back home and pretend nothing happened.
Took her long enough to understand ! I love your stories, Lena, but sometimes your heroines take way too long to admit mistakes and forgive. If they do want to leave, which is understandable, they shouldn’t let their pride make them blind to the possibility of still unknown justifications for apparently unjustified actions. ( from Catherine, Belgium 🇧🇪 )
Thank you for the thoughtful feedback, Catherine! Fair point — sometimes pride keeps my heroines blind a little too long 😊 I'll keep that in mind. Sending love to Belgium! ❤️
I agree with Catherine. Many book2 have become a frustrating experience.