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Genre: Historical Fiction
About catnip_martiniLocation: Fort Collins, Colorado Home Region: Age:19 Website: http://www.last.fm/user/catnip_martini Favorite novels: "A Clockwork Orange" and "The Godfather" are my all-time favourites. Favorite writers: Mario Puzo, Douglas Adams, Anthony Burgess, JK Rowling. Favorite music: Depends on the scene. Non-noveling interests: Music, figure skating, acting, speaking Italian, martial arts, karaoke, pl0tting, cuddling, going on dates, shopping, being very silly. |
Joined: novembre 5, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 11 NaNoWriMo buddies: 14
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Brief Author Bio: I have Short Guy Syndrome. Also, my novel this year is just diving out of my fingertips onto the page. The only thing standing in the way is school. *shakes fist* |
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Synopsis: Tutte Le Mie Voglie
When the son of a powerful Mafia Don falls in love with his best friend, there's potential for trouble. The problem is that the trouble doesn't come from the Don.
Excerpt: Tutte Le Mie Voglie
January, 1944. Lawrence Hospital, Bronxville, New York.
Anthony Romero was born on the tenth of January, 1944, at half past seven in the evening.
He was sleeping on his exhausted mother's chest when his big brother Michael entered the recovery room.
"Mama?" whispered Michael.
Marina opened her eyes and smiled softly. "Michael, baby." She sounded weak, with good reason. "Do you want to see him?"
Michael nodded excitedly and crossed the room to stand at his mother's side.
She sat up in the hospital bed and ever so gently placed Tony in Michael's arms.
The baby started from his sleep, and Marina winced, hoping that he wouldn't start to cry. Michael held him steady, cupping the back of his head gently, and Tony settled down immediately.
Michael gazed at the baby adoringly for a few moments. Tony was so tiny, with a lot of dark hair on his head, and after a moment, he opened his eyes slightly. In the dim light of the recovery room Michael could see that they were very dark blue.
Tony and Michael stared into each other's eyes for a moment before Tony closed his and squirmed in Michael's arms to get comfortable.
Marina noticed that Michael's eyes had welled with tears.
"Hey, baby, what's the matter? Why are you crying?" she whispered.
"I love him, mama," Michael breathed.
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