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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 2, 2018





Once upon a time those eyes had looked into her soul, and those lips had touched every part of her body. Once upon a time all that beauty had belonged to her, and then the mob had stolen it away.

His kiss was everything, her world, her life, the beat of her heart, the rise and fall of her lungs, nectar for her soul. His tongue pushed through the barrier of her lips and she took him in, devoured him, hands fisting his shirt, pulling him close. Out. Of. Control.

"Ten years of nothing. And then Grace had walked into his life and had undone it all with a smile.


"There is no light in my soul. It's all darkness."Rocco De Lucchi is an enforcer for the mob. He was raised to kill and destroy. When he was tasked to take care of a mafia princess, a connection formed between them and they fell in love. Grace Mantini didn't know the truth about her family until one horrifying night altered the course of her life and ripped her away from the only man she had ever loved. Years have past and Rocco and Grace have done their best to forget about each other and move on. But when the two are reunited, it is obvious that the passion they shared still exists and the time apart has only made the attraction grow even more. When the mafia dynamics intensify between the families, Rocco and Grace are given a second chance to prove that even an enforcer and mafia princess can find their happy ever after.

"His girl was in his arms and there was nowhere else he would rather be."Told in multiple POV, Rocco offers a riveting forbidden romance with plenty of action, passion, and tender romance. The plot is complex as the characters are all fighting for what they want. The mafia men are brutal and will kill to protect their women and the family. The history of Rocco and Grace was quite intense and after so much heartbreak, they deserved to find happiness together. Grace and Rocco were both forced to overcome so much and the way in which they were able to heal each other was truly beautiful. In true Sarah Castille fashion, the passion between Rocco and Grace is smoking hot! With action, suspense, and romance, Rocco is unforgettable.










She was still the Grace he’d loved but now she was a whole lot more - more courage, more strength, more attitude. For the first time, he felt a flicker of hope that maybe there was someone in the world that could handle all that he was, that maybe this time she could accept the ugliness inside of him.
He understood now why Cesare said women made a man weak. He would die for this - not just the act itself, but the connection with her that took the encounter from just a physcial act to something that nourished his soul. Cesare was dangerous to his body, but Grace was dangerous to his heart. ~ Rocco
"Every song I sing comes from my heart and my heart is full of you. I'll never run out of songs to sing." ~ Grace
Rocco bent down and gave her an inappropriate, hand-in-hair, tongue down-the-throat, this-is-my-woman, touch-her-and-die kiss.
"You stole Sinatra's words," she teased.
"He stole my words. He knew one day a man would meet a girl and fall in love the first time he met her, so he sang a song for us before we were even born."
Grace melted against him, safe in his strong arms.
"Did he know that love would last even though we were apart?"
"I knew it, Gracie." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "When I fell in love with you, I fell in love forever."
Grace laughed. "Seriously, Rocco. Your stamina is-"
"Legend."
"No."
"Magnificent."
"No."
"Incredible?"
"Exhausting."
His brow creased in a frown. "Exhausting?"
Grace pressed her lips against his ear and whispered, "How can you want me every minute of the day?"
"Because you're you."
"Shhh. I'm not finished {with} the story you're expecting me to tell our childern." She cleared her throat and changed to the same gentle tone she'd started with.
"So then your grandfather tried to shoot me and your Papa shot him and the light disappeared and your Papa shouted in the darkness, 'Belle, will you marry me?' and then he crawled across the floor and squeezed my breasts."
"I can hear you," Tom called out. "Except for the manhandling my sister part, it's kind of romantic."
Grace groaned. "It's not romantic to be asked to marry someone because he thinks you might be dead."
"I knew you were alive," Rocco huffed.
"How?"
"I could feel you." He placed her hand over his chest. "Right here."
He understood now why Cesare said women made a man weak. He would die for this - not just the act itself, but the connection with her that took the encounter from just a physcial act to something that nourished his soul. Cesare was dangerous to his body, but Grace was dangerous to his heart.~ Rocco
"Every song I sing comes from my heart and my heart is full of you. I'll never run out of songs to sing."~ Grace
Rocco bent down and gave her an inappropriate, hand-in-hair, tongue down-the-throat, this-is-my-woman, touch-her-and-die kiss.
"You stole Sinatra's words," she teased.
"He stole my words. He knew one day a man would meet a girl and fall in love the first time he met her, so he sang a song for us before we were even born."
Grace melted against him, safe in his strong arms.
"Did he know that love would last even though we were apart?"
"I knew it, Gracie." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "When I fell in love with you, i fell in love forever."
Grace laughed. "Seriously, Rocco. Your stamina is-"
"Legend."
"No."
"Magnificent."
"No."
"Incredible?"
"Exhausting."
His brow creased in a frown. "Exhausting?"
Grace pressed her lips against his ear and whispered, "How can you want me every minute of the day?"
"Because you're you."
"Shhh. I'm not finished {with} the story you're expecting me to tell our childern." She cleared her throat and changed to the same gentle tone she'd started with.
"So then your grandfather tried to shoot me and your Papa shot him and the light disappeared and your Papa shouted in the darkness, 'Belle, will you marry me?' and then he crawled across the floor and squeezed my breasts."
"I can hear you," Tom called out. "Except for the manhandling my sister part, it's kind of romantic."
Grace groaned. "It's not romantic to be asked to marry someone because he thinks you might be dead."
"I knew you were alive," Rocco huffed.
"How?"
"I could feel you." He placed her hand over his chest. "Right here."





