Be My Guest On Tuesday: Nicolina Martin and Heat (The Russo Saga Book 1)


Dark romance writer Nicolina Martin was kind enough to pass by my blog a few weeks ago to introduce her novel Break My Chains. You can check out her interview here. She talked about her upcoming Russo series and today you can get its first installment. Make sure to read those excerpts down below as they are HOT, HOT, HOT! Great start, Ms. Martin.


The saga begins…


Anything can happen during the hot nights in the Dominican Republic.


I just wanted a tan and to sip drinks with little umbrellas in them. I didn’t know that vacation would mean sex with a hot stranger, being drugged, and nearly killed. My instincts tell me there’s more to the smooth facade of Nathan Russo, but my heart won’t listen. He’s my opposite, hot where I’m cool, experienced while I’ve never really lived. What starts out as a sexy fling can’t be more. Can it?


I’m a dangerous man with a mission to complete and people to kill. Sydney Lewis might literally cost me my life. As the stakes increase, I have to decide whether to follow my head or my heart. My life is too dangerous, I’m too much of a monster. She’s a good girl. She can’t be a part of this. I have to be cruel. I have to cut her out. But she’s the only one who can save me. Heat will take you on a journey to paradise, through Hell, and back.

Publisher’s Note: This dark romance is intended for adult readers only and may contain triggers for some readers. It contains elements of danger, adventure, steamy scenes, adult language and a guaranteed HEA. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.




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It’s boiling hot in the back of the van, even though we’ve parked it under the large crown of a tree. I’m alone, monitoring the retrieval of Diego’s dark beauty of a wife. Since I left Sydney on the beach it’s felt like I have strings attached to her, pulling me back. It drives me crazy. She tells me to fuck off, in somewhat nicer terms, but it’s easy to tell she’s as hooked on me as I am on her. I itch, and I can’t resist scratching it. It’ll be over tomorrow anyway. So, I call her. My cock stirs as I wait for her to pick up. It rings three times, then I hear her breathless voice.

“Yes? Sydney Lewis.” I smile and glance at the monitor before me. They are still waiting outside the Garcia residence, biding their time.

“Hello?” she says, louder.

“What are you wearing?”

She gasps. “Nathan! You’re impossible.”

“No, I’m not. What are you wearing?” She inhales sharply. Her unspoken objection hangs between us. Then she decides to play along. Good, good Sydney Lewis. What a gem I found.

“The same sundress.” Her voice trembles slightly.

“What do you have on under it?” I glance at the screen. Everything is under control. I can almost hear Sydney squirm through the receiver.

“White bikini bottoms,” she breathes. “No bra.”

“You are disobeying my direct orders.”

“Last time I checked I was under no obligation to do what you say.” Oh, so brave when I’m not near.

“Are you trying my patience?” I make my voice stern, ice cold. “Take them off.”

I have to adjust my cock which has gotten rock hard in an instant. There’s a rustle of fabric from her end and I grin as I rub a hand along my length. I can’t allow myself to get off. Not here. But I’ll sure as fuck take what I need later. She thinks she’s getting away. Think again, Syd.

“They’re off,” she says breathlessly.

“Good girl. Are you wet?”


“Touch yourself and tell me.”

“Yes,”she gasps. “I am.”

“Are you turned on?”


“Touch yourself, rub your fingers up and down your cunt and think of me pushing inside you. And moan for me, Syd. I want to hear you.”

She is quiet a moment but then I hear her breathing change, getting heavier. A soft moan comes through the phone, then another.

“Push a finger inside.”

“Already have,” she breathes.

“Did I tell you to?”

“Mmnooo,” she answers in a small voice. “Slap yourself hard on the cunt, Syd. Hard. You need to be disciplined.”

I hear an actual slap and then she cries out. I bend over, my whole body clenching up. I want her so much it hurts. I stroke my twitching cock through my pants. The front of my briefs is getting wet from precum.

“Good girl,” I whisper. There’s a movement on the monitor and the radio cracks alive in my ear, short orders barked out. There’s still no need for me to interact. They can take care of themselves. “Use your fingers. Fuck yourself. Think of me and fuck yourself.”

“Can I touch my clit?” she whispers, gasping. I think about it for a moment. I want to hear her come.

“Yes, you may.” I listen to her breaths getting heavier, quicker. “Are you thinking of me inside you?”

“Yes,” she groans. “Come for me, Sydney. I want to hear you scream.”

I stroke myself harder, my mind spinning. I’m gonna fucking come in my pants. That was not my intention. I glance at the screen. They’re pushing the woman to the floor, she’s flailing helplessly, then they inject her with a sedative and her struggles weaken. Sydney is gasping, making inarticulate sounds. I rub my cock, my groin tensing. Eric holds the woman down as she tries to fight him off. Sydney cries something I can’t make out, but that nearly deafens me. The woman finally stills,and her forced submission combined with Sydney’s breaths in my ear makes it the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. I come so hard I’m almost falling off the chair in the throes of my release. I’m sweaty, my heart pounds rapidly in my chest and I gasp for air.

“Good girl,” I pant and hang up.



A noise startles me awake. I sit up straight, my heart pounding. In the doorway I see the silhouette of a man. I scramble back and fumble for a light switch without finding one.

“Enjoying your new accommodations?” The voice is quiet, husky. I recognize it more than well and a shiver runs through me.

“You fucking, arrogant jerk!”

I spit.

He laughs and strides closer. “That’s the way you want to greet me?”

“Yes! I can’t believe I came here.”

“And yet you did.”

I realize I’m sitting up without a thread on my upper body, having gone to bed in only my panties. I quickly pull at the sheet to cover me up before I feel for the lamp again. I flip the switch and a soft yellow light illuminates us. Nathan sits on the edge of the bed. His unreal eyes have a dark edge to them. They’re filled with hunger and some emotion I can’t define that makes my stomach clench.

“You realize, Sydney, that by coming here you passed a line.” I swallow hard, fighting the flutter in my chest.

“Line? I—”

“You gave yourself up to me. I commanded, and you obeyed.”

“No… I—” He doesn’t even have to touch me. A flurry of tingles shoots straight to between my legs. “What are you talking about?” I whisper.

“You know more than well what I’m saying, Sydney.” He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. He smells faintly of smoke and cigarettes, tinged with a hint of metal underneath the fresh soapy scent. His eyes are dark like a bottomless well, then he claims my mouth and I gasp, my body responding immediately. He caresses my neck, stroking along my throat, then his hand finds its way to my nape and pulls me closer. As he deepens the kiss, his other hand follows the curve of my shoulder down along my arm, pulling the sheet with it as it progresses downward. Cupping my breast, he rolls the nipple between his fingers.

“Naked?” he whispers into my mouth. I shake my head.

“I have panties on.” I barely recognize my throaty voice. He pushes me down on the bed, leaning closer, covering my body with his.

“Didn’t I tell you never to wear panties?”

“No,” I half squeak.

“Yes, I did. Take them off.” His voice is rough, demanding. I hold his gaze.

“What happens if I don’t?”

“You wanna play games with me?” he says, his eyes shaded and his voice suddenly dead serious. His tone makes worry flutter in my stomach. I swallow hard. What do I really know about this man? I was safe on the plane, surrounded by people, this suddenly feels very unsafe.

“I… no… you—” I say shakily, my voice wavering.

“Syd.” He puts a finger to my lips, silencing me. “Don’t be afraid. Do as I say. Remove your panties.”


aboutnicolina.jpgNicolina Martin is a Swedish born author who escapes the long, dark winter nights by writing hot contemporary romance/suspense.

She’s a mother of three teenage girls, a medical doctor, a quirky loner, and a social human being. She has traveled the globe, has had more lovers than she can count, has loved and hated, succeeded and failed, has gone through marriage and divorce. She has seen darkness and despair, as well as light and happiness.

All these experiences, she pours into her tales, taking her readers for a wild ride while twisting their minds. She loves showing that stories can be different even if the trope is the same.

Nicolina believes that life is too short for regrets and in looking forward, no matter what. She wants to enjoy every moment, and cherish life.

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