Kindle Edition Download to your Nook (eBook) Amazon www.dianarubino.com Category:  Action/Thriller Publisher: The Wild Rose Press ISBN-10:  1509201289 Type: Fiction Pages: 308 Copyright: 2015 ISBN-13: 9781509201280 Price: $5.99 (eBook) Prohibition, booze, sex, money...what a time to live! Prohibition rages, the Depression ravages, and Billy McGlory comes of age whether he wants to or not. Musical and adventurous, Billy dreams of having his own ritzy supper club and big band. On the eve of his marriage to the pregnant Prudence, the shifty “businessman” Rosario Ingovito offers him all that and more. Fame, fortune, his own Broadway musical—it’s all his for the taking, despite Pru’s opposition to Rosie’s ventures. Meanwhile, Pru’s artistic career gains momentum and their child is born. Can anything go wrong for Billy? Only when he gets in way over his head does he stop to wonder how his business partner really makes his millions, but by then it’s far too late…   Excerpt Heading south on Madison Avenue, I heard the siren. I glanced into the rearview mirror and saw the unmistakable Greyhound radiator ornament of the Lincoln behind me. Cop car. All the gangsters drove Lincolns, which had a top speed of 80, so the cops had to get Lincolns to keep up with them. I tried to get the hell out of his way—he must've been going to a robbery or a diner or something. I pulled over, and he pulled up next to me. Oh, shit. It was me he was after. I rolled down the window and asked sweetly, "Yes, sir, what can I do for you, sir?" "License and registration please." "Uh—what's wrong, officer? Did I commit a traffic violation?" As the son of the ex-Chief of Police, I should have been real comfortable around cops, but to tell the truth, they scared the hell out of me. The cops my father knew weren't the crooked ones. They were the straightassed ones, just like him, who fought Tammany and made a career out of busting crooks. They didn't have a price, like the rest of them. Hardnosed bastards, some were frustrated politicians and not smart enough to get into law school, so they enforced the laws from behind their badges. Hell, I was all for law and order, but these guys sometimes took it too far. "Your back license plate is missing." Relief drained me. "Oh, drat. It must've got stolen. You know this city—just crawlin' with thieves." "License and registration, please," he repeated, in what passed for a more menacing cop voice. Now he assumed his cop stance, pudgy fists on meaty hips, waiting while I dug through the glove compartment, tossing aside all the crumpled up sheet music and junk crammed in there. Oh, that's where my emergency pack of cigarettes was, and that old box of prophylactics! But damned if I couldn't find the registration. "Uh—I can't find it, but it's my car, honest. I mean, it was a gift to me, but it's been paid for, it's not stolen or anything. I can probably find it in my penthouse. You wanna follow me there? It's only two blocks aw—" "Step out of the car, please." Uh-oh. I felt my bowels burning. I had two briefcases bulging with two shitloads of money in the back seat. He poked his head into the car. "What's in the briefcases?" "Uh—I dunno. I'm doing an errand for somebody." "Yeah, I'll bet you dunno. Step aside, please." "Hey, you got a search warrant?" I demanded. But demanding a search warrant from a New York City cop was like demanding a shot of Scotch from Satan in the middle of Hell. I didn't want to look. I turned my head and flattened my palms on the roof of the car, like I was being searched. I heard the clicks as he sprang the latches and his not-so-surprised "mm-hmmm" as he checked out the contents. "Who you doing this errand for, sonny boy?" What was with the "sonny boy"? He wasn't much older than me. I knew he just wanted to put me down. Screw that. I've been called a lot worse by much better cops than him. He obviously didn't know who I was. "Uh—I'd better get a lawyer or something." "You'd better come with me." "Look, uh—you wanna just take a few bills outta there and forget it?” I asked, real generously. “I mean, uh—we're all in this mess together, ya know—" "Bribing an officer of the law is a very serious offense, sonny boy. You'll have to come with me. Park your car there, please." "Here? But there's a hydrant here. I'll get a ticket."

From Romantic Times--4 Stars
At 25, Billy McGlory's life is full of gin joints, mobsters, music and women. Not only does he own and play piano in a gin joint, but mobsters have also financed his hit Broadway musical. Over-eager women throw themselves at his feet, but he loves his wife, Pru.
Billy has a hard time growing up in this morality tale. Even though he and Pru live the bohemian life in New York's artsy Soho, deep down they are both products of middle-class American values.
They marry, but spend their wedding night apart. Pru isn't pleased when she finds out that Billy's new business partner is mysterious mobster Rosario Ingovito. Billy inevitably keeps getting sucked into illegal activities by the luxuries the ill-gotten gains buy. While a little wild herself, Pru is totally against Billy's involvement with the mob. This conflict forces them to live separate lives, but at the same time, they are unable to live without each other.
Diana Rubino has blended the history of the Depression and Prohibition, romance and the realities of getting mixed up with the mob into one compelling read. This may not be you typical romance, but it is one magnificent story. —Deborah Brent