Amy Rachiele: 9 books

Mobster Series: Anniversary Edition! All three books with Bonus Epilogue! You can’t help what family you’re born into or what lies they keep from you. You can’t help it if they mold and shape you just the way they wanted. Are monsters born or made? Antonio and Megan have a timeless issue. They...

Trapped! Libby, Jill, and Cassie go skiing every year. This year is different. They decide to try cross country skiing, but they get run off of the road. In the near accident, they meet Randy, Kyle, and Alex. Can their new friendships survive a hostile blizzard? Everyone is not who they seem to be....

My soul was drawn to him. It isn’t about the danger or his dark beauty, it’s the connection I feel – the feeling of home I have with him even though I am miles away from it. Megan, Mobster’s Vendetta The mob underworld never changes. It hides itself deep in the cities. The rules, people,...

A breathtakingly beautiful man is standing right next to me-holding me, reassuring me, protecting me. Antonio is my savior. Having him with me makes the ickiness that’s stuck in my stomach tolerable. Megan, Awakening the Mobster Loving Megan and caring for Erin like the sister I never had is dangerous....

How can things you only glimpse for a moment sear themselves into your memory? ~Alessandra, Mobster’s Bones   Alessandra has a problem. It's not that the Mafia is the only life she knows, her father and best friend being members.  She's being followed. Her...

Vito has grown up in the underworld of the mob. He has recently reached age eighteen. His family has been involved since the thirties. In 2014, the rules haven’t changed much. What worked then, works now; power, violence, and loyalty. Love isn’t something you can control. As much as Vito, mobster...

Visit <b>www.amyrachiele.com/free-ebook/ </b> to sign up for my monthly newsletter and get Mobster's Angel (Mobster's Series Book 4) for FREE! #mobsterfiction In a war torn Afghanistan, Junie signs up for a Peace Corps assignment involving recently orphaned children.  She...

I scream. I couldn’t help it. I jump up and whack my head on the bottom of a bleacher. My hand flies immediately to the lump forming. I start running while bent in half. I try to get out. I don’t. Suddenly, my hair is yanked back. I shriek as my hands automatically go to the back...

Gripping my chest is the only way to hold myself together or what’s left of me will fall out. The past week has enlightened me on one thing-I don’t care. -Megan, Mobster’s Girl I didn’t even hesitate. I took two strides and blasted him in the face with my fist. He was ready for it...