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I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster - Final Cover & Progress News
So I’ve been silent for a hot minute on here, mostly cause I’ve been buried in my writing lol but good news!
My mafia romantic comedy is now off to beta readers! Once it comes back and I polish it up a bit more, it’ll be ready for preorder!! Excited!
To celebrate, have a peek at the cover art!
Vincenzo:
05/15/2021: I’m only halfway through episode one and I already love it! A surprise to me is that the lead actor is Song Joong-Ki (I loved him in “Space Sweepers”). Lee Hee-Joon (he did this at the same time he was doing “Mouse”), Ok Taec-Yeon (who speaks English very well!) and many other familiar faces are in it. I’ve heard nothing but good things about this series, but I have no idea what it’s about. So far, so good!
-LATER- OMG, it is hilarious!! The tenants of the building are too, too funny! I actually laughed out loud. I wasn’t expecting comedy at all. I thought it was going to be a serious gangster series. LOVE IT! Now for episode 2......
05/16/2021: 😱 OMG, OMG, OMG! The end of episode three literally shocked me; It literally startled me making my adrenaline shoot up like a rocket. I know Vincenzo will live, but what about the lawyer? Oh, my heart is still pounding! (🧘♀️deeeeep breath, exhale, deeeeep breath, exhale. Now I can go to episode 4.)
-LATER- OMG! This series is killing me. I hated that Mr. Hong had to die, but that was the incentive to get Vincenzo involved. Now comes “an eye for an eye” payback. AND.....I cannot believe that Cha-Yeong’s assistant is the man pulling the strings, the top dog. I was not expecting that 🤷♀️. On to episode five.....
“I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster” is now available for Pre-Order!
It’s finally official! You can now pre-order my mafia rom-com “I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster” thru Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Smashwords or Apple Books!
Amazon does not currently support PREORDERS through the publisher I use, but the book will be available on Amazon on the release date, which is JULY 21st! (Wow, that’s scarily close 😅)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go hyperventilate in the corner!
“I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster” - Now Available!!
It’s finally here!! My Mafia Romantic Comedy is finally out and available to the public!! You can find all the available sites to buy it here! Ebook for now, Paperback drops on the 21st!! I hope you enjoy it! ♥️
I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster by C.R. McCormack
I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster - Cover Art
We’re about 60k into this story now, so we’re nearing the end! Then it’s editing hell, and eventually release day!!
In the meantime, have a peek at the (for now) cover art I’ve made for this story that has dog walked me for the last month 😆
I’m about 90% sold on it, still kind of eyeing it and debating possibly changing some things, but for now, it’s making me very happy LOL
Now back to writing!!
Snippet Sunday Saturday II - I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster
I initially had this queued up to post tomorrow, but I’m too impatient, I couldn’t wait LOL I’m having too much fun with this story!
I’m almost 20k into this and showing no sign of slowing down LOL it’s so much fun, all the banter and playful cuteness that comes from the usual neighbours-to-lovers trope, but with the added spicy fun of one of them being a morally grey mafia member 😈 Carter is indeed proving to be a lot of fun to write, especially when I get to have moments where he interacts with his family, like this 😆
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"Alright, you got five minutes, then I'm throwing your ass out that window," Carter huffed as he shut the door, pointing to the open window behind his couch and watching as Liam walked around his home and looked the place over.
"Uh huh, like the way you threw me through Mom's garden doors last Thanksgiving?"
"If I'm remembering that night correctly, you spent about two hours that night picking glass and metal out of your skull," Carter reminded flatly, walking over to his counter and studying the platter of cupcakes on it before selecting one with blue frosting. "You've now got four and a half minutes."
"Mom wants you to come by for her birthday party," Liam spoke, flicking at the lamp that sat by the window he'd been threatened with, chuckling softly as he watched it light up at his touch. Tapping it a couple more times and watching it grow brighter before eventually shutting off.
"How is that news? She's been calling, texting and even emailing me about that for the last month."
"Yeah, and you haven't been answering them."
"My not answering is an answer."
"Come on, man, she's turning sixty," Liam insisted, walking over to the counter Carter was leaning against. He reached for one of the cupcakes, only for Carter to smack his hand, Liam yanking it back with a hiss. "Since when did you start baking?"
“I’m not going, Liam. Told you guys already, I’m out.”
“Yeah, you’re out, huh? That why Randall’s son was found dead in the river three nights ago?”
“Randall and his son are both pieces of shit, and whatever happened to Mikey was completely deserved,” Carter stated flatly, rolling his eyes as he finished off the cupcake and picked up the one Liam had reached for. Locking eyes with him as he took a large bite out of it.
“Right, so you’re gonna tell me that the son of a powerful drug dealer—“
“Oh please, that fuck is anything but powerful. He’s a smear on the bathroom floor.”
“—gets snatched off the street within twenty four hours of his right hand man going missing, and it’s got nothing to do with you?”
“Last I checked, that was Mom’s line of work, not mine.”
“No, if Mom had done it, we’d have found his guts stretched out along the road and a a warning letter stapled to his head after she stuck it on a fence post.”
“Hey, you sell drugs to teenagers, that’s what happens to you.”
“How’d you know he was selling to kids?”
That had Carter pausing mid chew, swallowing the mouthful of cupcake and setting the rest of it down with a heavy sigh.
“Look, the fucker was told to back off. I gave him the same chance I gave to everyone else. He was told to get out of my neighbourhood, and he didn’t listen. I told you and everyone else, this is my part of the city, and I’m gonna keep it clean my way.”
“My point, Carter, is that you can’t sit there and act like you’re better than us, just because you chose to strike out on your own. We do a lot of good for this city, unburdened by all the bullshit red tape the law creates.”
“Holy fuck, you’ve got Mom’s speech memorized at this point, don’t you?”
“Why are you so damn insistent on cutting ties with all of us, if you’re gonna sit here and do the exact same thing yourself?”
“Because this way I get to decide what and how I do it, rather than having to follow Mom’s rules. I’m not her dog this way. I’m my own person.”
“Oh please. You’re just throwing a tantrum because you’re the youngest and therefore were rarely ever called on to do shit.”
“If I was so rarely needed, why are you all so desperate for me to come back to the family?” Carter demanded, watching as Liam scowled and looked away. Blinking a moment later and laughing sharply. “Oh shit, did Riley finally get herself offed? Have you finally been upgraded to eldest child, and now need to prove yourself to our mother, by bringing in the wayward son, in hopes of strengthening the family numbers again?”
“Riley’s not dead, she’s just in jail.”
“How in the fuck did Mom’s favourite end up in jail?” Carter froze, staring at the tense look on Liam’s face. “Oh shit, who’d she kill?”
“Valerie.”
“The fu—why?” Liam lifted an eyebrow, staring, and Carter groaned, burying his face into his hands.
“Oh, I’m gonna kill Declan.”
“Not if Mom finds him first. He bolted while Riley was strangling Valerie—“
“Wait, he was there?”
“Oh yeah, she caught them in bed together.”
“…tell me it was a motel.”
“Of course not.”
“So she found them both in her own bed…?”
“Yup. And while she was crushing Val’s windpipe, Declan ran from the room. He got his hands on a gun, but Riley managed to get a few good hits in on him and kept him from pulling the trigger. Did that little trick where she got the clip out while he held it. He busted her jaw with the gun and took off, but the neighbours had already called the cops since Valerie had been screaming bloody murder.”
“And with a dead body in the bedroom…”
“Yeah. Mom’s working her magic, but it’s all a huge fucking mess.”
“I’m sure she’ll have Riley out by the new year,” Carter assured, swiping a bit of icing off the half eaten cupcake and flicking it at Liam. Grinning as he flinched when it hit his cheek.
Snippet Saturday - I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster
I’ve been recently possessed by an idea for a new original story, and have been writing almost feverishly for it LOL (I’ve also been screaming about it on my other tumblr, and figured I should finally put it here on my actual writing tumblr lol) Literally all other writing has been put aside, after reading a mobster story one of my friends is writing (and a fucking wonderful story it is 🥰 ) but my brain went, “Okay, but what if mobster ROMANTIC COMEDY???”
Which has resulted in me writing what has so far become a fucking adorable story about a woman who moves into a new apartment building and has some… concerns about her very polite next door neighbour and the odd things he gets up to…
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“…I didn’t think people still brought their neighbours meals,” he admitted, and she couldn’t help smiling giddily at that low rumbling voice, shrugging her shoulders with a sheepish laugh.
“Yeah, I know, it’s kind of out of practice, but like I said, my grandmother was very particular about us showing our manners and being good neighbours. She’d have preferred I bring you a pie, but people can be picky about pie flavours, whereas it’s really hard to find someone who’ll turn down a chocolate chunk cookie. They’re out there, I’m sure, but I’ve yet to meet one!”
His mouth curved in that same grin he’d given Mrs. Neilson, and Eliza felt her stomach flip about, her own smile growing in response.
“I’m certainly not one of them,” he assured, rubbing his hand on his pants for a moment before extending it to take the tray from her. She blinked at the sight of scars along his knuckles, and a particularly long slice that ran along the heel of his palm, but smiled and handed the platter over.
“Don’t rush over returning the platter, I’ve got plenty of them.”
“If these taste half as good as they smell, you’ll have it back by tomorrow cause they’ll be gone,” he warned, grinning at her in a way that had her giggling instinctively.
“Well, knowing me, I’ll have more baking done in no time, so if your sweet tooth is ever bothering you, just come knock on my door!” She smiled as he gave a strange look, one she couldn’t quite figure out, but he nodded as he pulled the tray into the apartment, setting it aside out of sight before offering his hand to her.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Welcome to the building.” Her smile was broad as she shook his hand, fascinated with the calluses and scars she could feel as she did so.
“Thank you very much, I’ll see you around!” With another happy laugh and a sheepish smile, she turned and trotted back to her own apartment. Appearing every bit the cheerful, happy neighbour until her door closed.
The instant she was out of sight, she collapsed back against the door, burying her face into her hands and groaning loudly. What the hell, she’d been giggling like a damn school girl at him the entire time!! She was a grown woman, what in the fuck? How did he have such an affect on her so easily?? She’d gone over there to make up for acting like a moron in the halls, and she’d ended up painting herself as the silly, ditzy neighbour!
A thought occurred to her that had her pausing before she groaned and tugged at her hair, grumbling loudly as she stalked over to her coffee machine.
She hadn’t even gotten his name!
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Carter shut the door and snapped all the locks closed. Staring intently at the plate of cookies that sat on the table beside his front door as he tucked the gun he’d held just out of sight back into its holster at the small of his back. Humming thoughtfully as he peeled back the plastic and picked up a cookie.
When was the last time he’d had a homemade cookie?
Bracing his free hand on his hip, he continued staring at the treat as he walked slowly back into his living room, a pensive look on his face.
“You know… I think that’s the first time in my life I’ve ever seen a neighbour bring over an introductory meal,” he mused in a thoughtful tone. “You see it happen all the time on tv, but I thought that was just a thing people made up. I didn’t think anyone in real life would actuallydo it.”
Turning the cookie over, he shifted his stare to the man tied to the chair that was centered in the middle of his living room, laughing gently. “I mean, you heard that whole conversation, right? I know your head’s likely pounding, but you had to have heard that, she was quite the talker. She’s a vast improvement over the last neighbour, that’s for sure.”
Carver leaned forward, smirking as the bloodied man in the chair cringed away from him in response. Waving the cookie near his face. “Seriously, smell that. Isn’t that fucking delicious? And she made these specifically for me. Do you know how long it’s been since someone made me a meal? I mean me, personally. Family dinners don’t count.”
Walking away a few paces, the plastic that covered the floor crinkling with his steps, Carver hummed again. “I was a bit irritated over having someone move in on this floor with me, cause it means I’m gonna have to be a lot more careful. But if she makes stuff like this on the regular?”
He bit into the cookie and instantly groaned, leaning back against his kitchen counter and cursing as he chewed. “What the fuck, that’s so fucking good!” Staring down at the cookie, he shook his head, taking another couple bites. “Shit, I’m gonna get fat.”
Finishing the cookie off, he huffed, wiping his hands off on his pants before walking back over to the bound man, picking up the tenderizing hammer he’d set aside before answering the door. “Okay, so we’re gonna have to wrap this up real fast, cause those are delicious, and I’m gonna want more while they’re still warm. So you’re gonna start talking right fucking now. Cooperate, and I might even give you one of those cookies.”
He paused, glancing over and eyeing the tray for a moment before looking back at the trembling man. “…but it has to be really good information.”
Vincenzo:
05/21/2021 update: 😭😭 episode 16 😭😭 My heart ached while watching Vincenzo’s mother being murdered with Vincenzo only minutes away. My jaw is clenched and my stomach in knots. Kudos to Vincenzo and his knowledge and use of torture. It is calming watching this murderer get what he deserved. I can hardly wait for that ex prosecutor bitch to get hers😈.
05/23/2021 The End: This is the second series today that I finished (Mouse and Vincenzo). They were both the most indescribable series that I have seen in awhile! Neither was a disappointment.
I totally loved the Vincenzo story; the humor, the villains and especially, the payback. I was sad that Jang Han-Seo died, but it was inevitable that his brother would be his end.
But let’s talk about the magnificent ending to the two most hated, vicious villains. I totally approve of the way that they died. Vincenzo surely has a way of keeping his promises! I loved it when the crow began to eat Jang Junu’s flesh while he was still alive (barely alive, but breathing). Such a befitting end to a vicious, vicious man! Vincenzo’s vicious response was extremely gratifying and gave me closure.
I was very happy that Lee Cheol-Uk survived his stabbing. My only disappointment in the whole series was the “Crash Landing on You“ ending where Vincenzo and Hong Cha-Young can only see each other once a year. But that 💋 kiss....oh, yeah!!
