Top Ten Characters in Filthy Marcellos: Lucian
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Thank you for having me on today. I would love to
introduce you to the ten most important characters in Filthy Marcellos: Lucian
and give you a little look inside their lives and heads.
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Lucian Marcello (hero): Twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight-years-old, hazel
eyes, dark hair. Originally named Luciano Grovatti. The oldest son (adopted) of
Antony and Cecelia Marcello. The only adopted brother of the three. Lived on
the streets for two years after his parents’ murders until Antony found him. A
business man, and a Capo for his Cosa Nostra family. He’s particularly good
getting deals done through city officials and working through the shipping
district with his brother Gio. Fluent in Italian. Prefers jazz music. Loves his
weed and whiskey.
Jordyn Reese (heroine): Twenty-one-years-old, blue eyes, black, curly hair
with a streak of maroon behind her ear. Works at a strip-club, but she isn’t a
dancer. Instead, she’s a server who also takes care of the club and the working
girls. Her mother died when she was thirteen from a heroin overdose. She’s
affiliated with The Sons of Hell, a dangerous MC gang. At twenty, her long-time
boyfriend and member of TSoH was killed, leaving Jordyn without his protection.
The leader of the gang cares very little for her and has made every effort to
hurt her in whatever way he could.
Kate Catrolli Grovatti: The wife of Lucian’s biological father, Johnathan.
She’s an angry, bitter woman who makes no qualms about trying to hurt her dead
husband’s son that was born from his mistress. Younger sister of Cecelia
Marcello. Daughter of a former Cosa Nostra Don. Late forties. In her early
twenties, she was arranged to marry Johnathan for the sake of business, but the
man never loved her, which she resented.
Dante Marcello: Twenty-six, going on twenty-seven. Dark hair, green
eyes. The second oldest son (biological) of Antony and Cecelia Marcello. Works
alongside his father at Marcello Industries, as well as in la famiglia as his father’s underboss. He sometimes has a cold
disposition, but he’s fiercely protective of his family and loves his brothers.
Will Vetta: President of the Brooklyn chapter of The Sons of Hell.
Involved in drug and weapons trafficking. Has a drug and drinking problem,
along with some anger issues. In his early forties, cruel, and has a serious
hate-on for Jordyn. He was, at one time, involved romantically with Jordyn’s
mother, but the now deceased Sandra refused to give him what he wanted—a
commitment. He is suspected of being somehow involved in Sandra’s death.
Giovanni Marcello: Twenty-five-years-old. Dark hair, green eyes. The
youngest son (biological) of Antony and Cecelia Marcello. He owns a few
businesses, mostly clubs, but the majority of his work is spent for Cosa Nostra
on the streets as the Skip—a Capo. His family believes he has some substance
abuse issues, and parties a lot. He, like his other two brothers, is proud of
his Italian lineage and Cosa Nostra roots, and is extremely protective of his
family.
Antony Marcello: Father to his three sons Lucian, Dante, and Giovanni.
Husband to Cecelia Catrolli Marcello. The leader—Don—of his Cosa Nostra crime
family. Italian-American. An extremely wealthy, successful business man on the
legal side of his life, and an especially vicious and prosperous crime boss on
the illegal side. He doesn’t trust outsiders easily. Killed his father-in-law
for murdering his best friend. God, honor, Cosa Nostra, family, and his home
are the most important things to him.
Johnathan Grovatti: Deceased biological father to his illegitimate son
Lucian (whom he named Luciano). During his life, he was arranged to marry Kate
Catrolli so he could receive his inheritance from his father’s side, and gain
control over Kate’s father’s Cosa Nostra crime family. Had a mistress on the
side, Lucian’s mother, and they had a child together which he kept a secret,
one he took to his grave to protect his son from his father-in-law. After being
accused of beating his wife, a statement that by all accounts was a lie, his
father-in-law had him killed. (Note:
While John is deceased during the time of the novel, his character is an
important one, which is why he was included in this list)
Cecelia Catrolli Marcello: Mother to her three sons Lucian, Dante, and Giovanni.
Husband to Antony Marcello, and they married for love. She was the daughter of
a former Cosa Nostra boss who was later killed by her husband. Older sister to
Kate Catrolli Grovatti. She holds God and family above all else. She’s
incredibly good in the kitchen, but is overly anal about the space, therefore
insuring her sons’ and husband stay far away. Supportive of her husband and
sons in every way. Regal, graceful, and as her son describes, “mafia royalty”.
Ron Daney: Vice President in the Brooklyn chapter of The Sons of
Hell. By all outwardly accounts, he appears to be only the right-hand man to
Will Vetta, but in reality, runs most of the club’s business himself. Respected
by his men, but not feared as Will is. He was the father to a now deceased
Gabe, the man Jordyn was previously involved with before his death. Owns and
runs Legs and Leather, a popular strip-club for the MC club. Boss to Jordyn. He
tried to protect Jordyn from Will’s cruelty after Gabe’s death, but eventually
gave up.
Filthy Marcellos: Lucian
Book One in the
Filthy Marcellos Trilogy
by Bethany-Kris
Genre:
Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Organized Crime, Suspense
Length: 98k,
full length
Release Date:
February 2nd, 2015
Blurb:
Lucian
Marcello is aware of the expectations following him as the oldest son of one of
North America’s most infamous Cosa Nostra Dons. Family in his world is more
than blood and sharing a last name. It’s the honor, respect, business, and the
life. Being a Capo is just a stepping stone until it’s time for him to take on
the role of underboss but a chance meeting with her could be the one thing he’d
risk it all for.
She is
exactly what he didn’t know he was looking for.
Jordyn Reese spends her time trying to stay
under the radar of a man who wouldn’t think twice about killing her.
Unwillingly affiliated with a dangerous MC gang, her life is dominated by the
men surrounding her and her future rests solely in how useful she can be for
them. The last thing she needs is some Mafioso gaining her more unwanted
attention from the club.
He is
everything she should stay away from but can’t.
Notoriously violent when it comes to getting
what he wants, Lucian will stop at nothing to make the target on Jordyn’s back
disappear. But sometimes the worst threats are the ones you can’t see until
it’s too late. The truth behind Lucian’s history is about to take center stage
in more ways than one, and it’ll either save him … or kill him.
This world
leaves everyone a little filthy.
Excerpt:
Out
of the corners of his eyes, Lucian did see part of her bare shoulder and the
black curls hiding her face, though. It wasn’t so much the amount of flesh she
was showing as it was the peeks of what looked like a cherry blossom tattoo
crawling over her shoulder and dipping down her back where it disappeared from
his sight.
“Hello,
guys. I’m Jordyn. I’ll be serving you tonight, or something close to it.
What’ll it be?”
The
sultry tone of her voice was something Lucian and his body noticed the moment
she spoke. It was almost like a mixture of innocence and experience, if that
were possible. She didn’t sound entirely bored, but she didn’t sound like she
was in it to win it with her job, either.
Dante
looked to his father, his earlier comment about not consuming the drinks being
silently said again. Antony must have took note.
“A
bottle of Jack, unopened. Four—” Antony stopped up short, his lips tugging down
into a frown as he passed a glance towards Gio. The youngest brother certainly
didn’t need to be drinking tonight. “Make that three glasses. We’ll pour.”
Leaning
forward was the worst mistake Lucian made since waking up that day. He
certainly hadn’t expected to see her
again. At least not in a place like this. She was on his mind all damned week,
those eyes of hers, cream-like flesh, and a mouth that just at the sight alone,
make his own water.
What’d
she call herself? Jordyn, was it?
Merda.
Shit
was right—he was in so much of it.
Suddenly,
Lucian was not in the zone like he needed to be.
He
was so incredibly fucked.
Also,
Lucian realized he was right about his first assumption when he thought she had
ink under her dress that day at the confessional box. Cherry blossoms started
somewhere beneath the lace and leather bottoms she wore and trailed up over her
side, before crossing over her left breast which was also covered by nothing
but a lace and leather brassiere, and then curved over her shoulder.
There
was another tattoo, too, but in the darkness, Lucian couldn’t read the scripted
words.
Strangely,
the immediate rush of possessiveness that flooded his veins surprised him. She
was still so beautiful, like crazy. The more skin his gaze crawled over, the
tighter his pants became. Lucian caught himself wondering what those blossoms
would taste like under his tongue.
Yeah,
he was not where he needed to be. This unknown woman knocked him off kilter and
she probably didn’t even know it. What was wrong with him?
Unfortunately,
his father seemed to realize his son’s abrupt change in posture and mood.
“Lucian?”
At
the sound of his name, the girl’s—Jordyn,
he reminded himself—eyes flashed to meet his in the corner, those dark lashes
of hers blinking rapidly like she also didn’t believe what she was seeing.
Lucian swallowed the thickness building in his throat. Thankfully, Jordyn
didn’t act like they had ever met or seen one another before. She simply went
on doing her own business.
“Unopened
bottle of Jack and three glasses. Anything else?” she asked, avoiding Lucian’s
piercing gaze.
“Yes,”
Antony said, still watching Lucian closely. “The owner is Ron Daney, correct?”
Jordyn
stood a little stiffer, her shoulders squaring. “I beg your pardon?”
“The
owner is Ron Daney, Vice President of the Brooklyn chapter of The Sons of
Hell,” Lucian said gruffly, trying to swallow back the huskiness forming.
“We’re not ATF or the feds, let’s just be clear on that, sweetheart. Ron, he’s
in tonight, yes?”
Jordyn
nodded warily. “Always is.”
“Good,”
Antony replied with a grin. “Send him a drink, whatever he likes. Do be sure to
tell him it’s from a guest. Antony Marcello and his crew. Do not mistake my
name when you tell him. Be sure to point me out so he sees me. Understood?”
“Got
it.”
With that, the woman Lucian simply needed to
glance at to turn his skin ablaze and his heart stuttering, was walking away.
She
didn’t look back.
Buy Links:
Filthy Marcellos: La
Cosa Nostra is not just a choice of regime and routine, it’s a culture. Born as
mafia royalty, the Marcello brothers were raised ingrained with the beliefs and
rules of what it meant to be a Mafioso prince. It is for life. Their status is
considered a given right. They will always be these people. They will always be
Marcellos.
Coming Soon
Giovanni, Book Two
Dante, Book Three
About the Author: Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother
to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada
where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her
boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder,
she is nearly always writing something ... when she can find the time.
