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251 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 30, 2021

I’d told her she reminded me of a mariposa for crying out loud. But she’d lit up at the nickname of butterfly and rendered any embarrassment I’d felt null and void.

God help me but Sophie has somehow set up permanent residence in my head over the last eighteen months. My lip curls. I have nothing but contempt for myself. Despite having tried everything short of an exorcism to purge her, she’s remained. I blame her. If it weren’t for the way she looks at me, I’d never even have noticed her.
Okay, that’s a lie.
“I’m going to be very unhappy if you’ve made me sit here for hours just to murder me out in the bush,” I say mutinously.
“You’re much too pretty to kill.” He’s obviously as tired as I am. “I may lock you up in a basement though.”
“Really?” she drawls. “Do we really want daddy vibes between us? Because considering your age, I’d say that’s a pretty slippery slope.”
Her ire crackles between us before her actual words register. Then, I laugh. Daddy vibes? Who is this girl? Daddy vibes, my ass. Only if it involves spanking her.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted my hands on you?” I pinch gently at her nipple and the grip on my forearm tightens. “Look at me.” Through drooping lashes, she obeys. “Do you know how long?”
She licks her lips as she shakes her head.
I kiss the side of her mouth, then pinch again and she gasps. “Too. Fucking. Long.”
“I love you, Sophia. I’ve been miserable without you and I need you back in my life.”



➺ mafia
➺ age gap
➺ forced proximity
➺ grumpy/sunshine
➺ angst
➺ a lot of steam
I’d told her she reminded me of a mariposa for crying out loud. But she’d lit up at the nickname of butterfly and rendered any embarrassment I’d felt null and void.
// plot //
↪︎ so our girl Sophia aka strawberry shortcake met Alejandro about two yers ago when their encounter left her thinking of him all the time. About almost a year before present day, Sophia had almost died bc of a robbery at a shop she was it, but managed to come out with a grotesque scar around her neck. For Alejandro, Sophia has been a constant. While he knew she and him could never be together, due to the fact that he was the drug dealer and very dangerous, he always watched her from afar and pushed her away but helped her when she needed it.
Easing it aside, I find a medal inside . . . a Catholic medal. San Cristobal, it reads below the image. St. Christopher . . . the patron saint of travellers. Oh my god, he left me a St. Christopher pendant to keep me safe?
*Alejandro, Sir, what cAN I DO TO BE YOUR MARIPOSA*
"Really?" she drawls. "Do we really want daddy vibes between us? Because considering your age, I’d say that’s a pretty slippery slope."
Her ire crackles between us before her actual words register. Then, I laugh. Daddy vibes? Who is this girl? Daddy vibes, my ass. Only if it involves spanking her.
"You're going to be the death of me," he says, pulling his fingers from my mouth.
I smile lazily at him. "Well, you are old."
"You’re an idiot. Obviously, she’s not made for this life," I say, gesturing around us.
His gaze follows my hand as if in search of the evidence I’m pointing out, confusion all over his stupid face. "She’s not made for . . .?" he repeats incredulously. "You killed a man in front of her and still she looked at you with hearts in her eyes. She loves your broody ass."
"I love you, Sophia. I’ve been miserable without you and I need you back in my life."
Keeping myself convinced that this affinity between us is based solely on lust is barely an option anymore. In this kiss, I can feel the strength of the underlying bond, as if threads of steel have woven themselves into the connection. It's a heady realization amplified by the feel of her body against mine.

♪♫ … Beggin', beggin' you
Put your loving hand out, baby
Beggin', beggin' you
Put your loving hand out, darling ... ♪♫
so… this is a bit awkward.
you see, i liked FALL FROM GRACE, but i don't know if i necessarily loved FALL FROM GRACE. and man that disappoints the ever loving crap outta of me, because i was really looking forward to Alejandro and Sophie's story.
there was something missing, at least for me, from this story… and i guess i'm gonna use this review to sort out why i felt that way.
so, to recap, i liked this book, but i had my issues with it. that said, a lot of people loved this one. so, do yourself a favor and check out these fabulous reviews as well.
see here, here, and here.
My mariposa had been withdrawn, her fire all but snuffed out.
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Easing it aside, I find a medal inside . . . a Catholic medal. San Cristobal, it reads below the image. St. Christopher . . . the patron saint of travellers. Oh my god, he left me a St. Christopher pendant to keep me safe?
❝So what if you like it when I tell you what to do?❞
❝I wasn’t talking about – ❞
❝Because the flip side is also true. Your every surrender makes me so fucking hard.”
Not the attempt on my life. The last one wouldn’t have me so bent out of shape if it hadn’t involved Sophie. I can handle whatever comes at me. If it’s my day to die, then it’s my day to die. But my mariposa? Fuck.
❝Anyway, thanks for coming and,❞ I wave a vague hand at the table, ❝for lunch. It was really good.❞
❝I’m not.❞
I frown. ❝Not what?❞
❝Sorry I got roped in. I’ll always come for you, Sophia.❞ His words send a wash of pleasure over me, and he must notice, because he adds more. ❝But I can’t be the one to take care of you.❞
❝Are you, uh . . . happy with your . . . work?❞ My curiosity is rewarded with stony defiance.
❝Sophia,❞ he says harshly and my stomach drops, ❝are you asking if I enjoy breaking kneecaps for a living?❞
❝What?❞ I sputter. ❝No, I . . . what? You’ve done that? Break knee caps?❞ He tries to repress a chuckle as he places the log on the block. Shit, he’s teasing me. I think.
❝Actually,❞ he says dryly. ❝I don’t think I have.❞
❝You sound like my therapist now.❞
❝What can I say, I’m old and wise.❞
I gape at him. ❝Was that a joke?❞
He’s trying to stay serious as he shrugs but it’s a losing battle. ❝Fucking you must bring out my inner comedian.❞
❝Yeah, right,❞ she finally wheezes. ❝Knocked up by the kingpin. It’s every girl’s dream.❞
❝You’re going to be the death of me,❞ he says, pulling his fingers from my mouth.
I smile lazily at him. ❝Well, you are old.❞
❝You’re an idiot. Obviously, she’s not made for this life,❞ I say, gesturing around us.
His gaze follows my hand as if in search of the evidence I’m pointing out, confusion all over his stupid face. ❝She’s not made for . . .?❞ he repeats incredulously. ❝You killed a man in front of her and still she looked at you with hearts in her eyes. She loves your broody ass.❞
❝I love you, Sophia. I’ve been miserable without you and I need you back in my life.❞
✔ overall, i actually really liked FFG and i stand by my 𝟯.𝟳𝟱 rating. now, did i have my issues with it? hells yeah. but, did i also enjoy myself and have a great time reading FFG? yes. yes i did.
i think what makes FFG so good was its characters. Alejandro and Sophie were flawed, they were complex, they were realistic, and they were engaging as all get out. there were times when i wanted to shake both of them. there were also times when i could've sworn they were real people. essentially, what i'm saying is… AlejandroSophie got under my skin.
ultimately, i do recommend this duet. there's a lot to love within FFG. a compelling romance, steamy as fuck sex scenes, complex characters, and a mafia-shit plot that didn't make me want to pull my hair out. so yeah. give FALL FROM GRACE a try. i think you guys will like it.
Somehow she brings things out in me that I thought were long dead; contentment, playfulness . . . she reappears and I get a glimpse of my handiwork . . . mischief.
He looks up at me, his dark eyes burning. “I’ve waited way too long to rush this,”
I may be the one who’s invaded her body, but she’s inside me now, inside my mind and my very soul.


✔mafia romance
✔age gap (he's 39, she's 26)
✔grumpy/sunshine
✔forced proximity
✔banter and button-pushing
✔18+