Release Blitz: Prince of Hearts by L.A. Cotton
Prince of Hearts
(Verona Legacy #1)
by L.A. Cotton
Release Date: June 2, 2020
About Prince of Hearts
Arianna Capizola is her father’s daughter.
Humble. Hardworking. Honest.
She’d rather spend her days helping at the local shelter than brushing shoulders with her vain and entitled classmates.
Niccolò Marchetti is his father’s son.
Dark. Dangerous. Deceitful.
He’d rather spend his days getting bloody in the ring than attending class and keeping up pretenses.
When their paths cross at Montague University neither of them are willing to drop the walls they’ve spent so long building. But he can’t resist the girl with stars in her eyes, and she can’t forget the guy who saved her that night.
There’s only one catch.
Nicco isn’t Arianne’s knight-in-shining armor, he’s the son of her father’s greatest enemy.
He is the enemy.
And their families are at war.
Prince of Hearts is the first book in Nicco and Ari’s duet. Due to mature content that some readers may find distressing, this book is recommended for readers 18+.
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An Excerpt from Prince of Hearts
“It’s a beautiful night,” I said from the shadows.
“Nicco?” She glanced around, searching for me. When her eyes landed on me standing by the corner of the building, she stood up. “What do you want?”
“Ahh, Bambolina.” I let out a weary sigh. “That is a loaded question.”
“Humor me.” Lina took a step closer. The moonlight danced off the soft features of her face.
Jesus, she was so fucking beautiful.
“I want to kiss you.” I inched toward her, unable to resist the magnetic pull I felt whenever I was around her. “I want to finish what we started earlier. I want to feel you beneath me, hear you cry my name.”
I want to make you mine.
“You couldn’t get away from me fast enough earlier.” Her confused gaze cut me like a thousand tiny blades over my skin.
“It’s not what you think,” I said, moving closer still. Lina mirrored my movements until we were standing in front of each other.
Until she was close enough to touch.
“What’s happening to us, Nicco?” she whispered. “Why do I feel like this?”
“What do you feel like?” I brushed the hair off her neck. She had a thick hoodie pulled over her body, but I was still able to stroke the skin beneath her ear. Lina’s eyes drifted closed as she inhaled a shaky breath.
“I look for you when you’re not there. I feel you when you’re close. I can’t get you out of my head.” Her eyes opened again, fixing on mine. She smiled and it was like a bolt of lightning to my heart.
This innocent sweet girl was ruining me.
About L.A. Cotton
Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L.A. immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.
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