Release Blitz and Review: For Logan by Soraya Naomi


For Logan

Chicago Syndicate #5

Soraya Naomi
New Adult Mafia Romance
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After a lifetime of loss, Logan Wade has no faith in things such as justice. He screws and discards women with ease, and deep down, he doesn’t even know who he is anymore. He’s an agent who’s defecting to the Chicagoan mafia, the Syndicate.

However, Logan’s tightly scheduled plans derail when he meets Rosalia Calderone, the mafia counselor’s daughter, who’s ten years younger, reckless, and doesn’t know when to keep quiet. Shrouded under the secrets of her parents, Rosalia has been kept out of mafia business her entire life until unforeseen circumstances thrust her into Logan’s path. As she grows closer to him, Rosalia sees that there’s much more to Logan than what he shows the world. Even though she realizes it’s dangerous to fall for a closed-off man like him, she’s a girl who always follows her heart.

What starts as a forced acquaintance turns into an illicit affair where risks are taken and bonds are broken, and Logan and Rosalia learn that love can be disastrous.

Every action has a consequence, and matters of the heart are no exception.

A New Adult Mafia Romance.

A complete standalone.

From Soraya Naomi, Amazon Bestselling Author of For Fallon and For Luca.

Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards 2014 winner of Best Breakout Novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1)

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“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I confess in the small booth and shut my eyes, causing two tears to roll down my cheeks in regret.
Sometimes we take risks and they don’t play out as we expected, but it’s better to regret something you did do than to regret something you didn’t do. Living with what could’ve been is far worse.
“You haven’t sinned,” a familiar, deep voice comments.
My gaze shoots up to the lattice screen in time to see him exiting the compartment. Then he yanks open my door. I’m met with stormy, sapphire eyes – the color of a cloudless sky – that have haunted my dreams for many nights.
Logan steps forward, but I push him out of the confessional with both of my palms on his hard chest. “Where have you been?” I demand, wiping my tears away angrily.
As my vision clears, I’m astounded by how much he reminds me of the man I fell in love with. His navy dress shirt is tucked into his slacks, showing off his toned torso. Nonetheless, this is the man that is my Heaven and my Hell. My current Hell; but the time we lived in Heaven together isn’t easily forgotten.
He studies me for a long moment, as if I’m a figment of his imagination. Then he runs his fingers through his dirty blonde hair and messes up the strands, making him much too appealing in his anguish.
“Rosa,” he says in a tormented tone. Reaching for me, he cups the back of my head and threads his fingers through my long, black hair.
His sandalwood cologne invades my nostrils and brings back memories that are best left in some dusty corner of my mind. He lowers his forehead to mine, and I clutch his shirt as the passion he incites in me still pumps furiously through my veins. His thumb strokes the dimple on my cheek while we stare at each other.


“I should hate you,” I mumble, confused.
“No. I’ve come to explain.”
“Explain what? You broke my heart and left. Everything’s ruined!”
“I had to leave to set things straight and so that I didn’t get killed in the process, Rosa,” he snarls. Yet, in a softer tone, he adds, “But I had to see if you’re okay.”
We’re standing face-to-face, and as he tilts my head up, I recognize the flame of love in his dark irises. As usual, we lose control the second his mouth slants over mine. He commands my emotions with the heat of his touch. Logan’s lips urge mine apart, guiding me hungrily into his masterful kiss. One large hand covers my ass while he palms my head. On their own accord, my arms wind around his neck. Our teeth clash and our tongues dance in a teasing foray – desperately recapturing a love that others tried to extinguish.
He growls and lifts me up into his arms effortlessly. My jade, knee-length dress rides up my hips when I hook my legs around him before he carries me to the elevated altar of the church, surrounded by devotional statues and lit candles. I’m shoved onto the two-step carpeted stairs in front of the altar while we grind into each other. Logan nips a path up my throat as I gaze up at the painted angels on the dome ceiling. He pulls my lips between his teeth and bites the corner of my mouth.


“I need to fuck you,” he groans huskily, pressing his rock-hard erection against me.
We’re both breathing heavily, forgetting where we are – in the Parish of the Blessed, in the middle of the day, with people inside the sacristy.
This is what he’s done to me. Even after everything, I’m unable to deny him. I’ve chosen to be bad right along with him, and I’m choosing it again.
We’ve always been reckless. We’ve broken a family apart. And now, we’re about to fuck in the church where the wedding will take place in less than twenty-four hours.
Author Bio

I read many genres but favor intense, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don’t secretly want to be kidnapped, though!

I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often.

My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.

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Review by Cora Kenborn

For Logan
Chicago Syndicate #5
By: Soraya Naomi
I’ll start by coming clean.
Soraya Naomi’s Chicago Syndicate series is one of my favorite series of all time. That’s not a blanket statement. I’ve read For Fallon three times, For Luca twice, For Adriano at least five (My love for Adriano is legendary, so hands off), For Cam three times, and now, For Logan twice.
See? No blankets here. I’m obsessed.
So, needless to say, when I heard there was to be a fifth installment centering around the described “Leonardo DiCaprio resembling” Agent Logan, I went into straight fangirl mode. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him…errr…it. Each installment of the Chicago Syndicate series improved in plot and writing style, in my opinion, so I knew I’d devour For Logan in one sitting.
Maybe devour is too kind of a word. I inhaled, snorted and licked the crumbs clean off this book. How’s that for imagery. Disturbed yet? You should be, I’m still salivating.
Logan Wade. Oh, I never thought anyone could rival my love for Adriano Montessi in this series, but Logan comes a very close second (forgive me Adriano, my love.) Logan Wade is a CIA double agent who, disillusioned with the corruption at the highest government levels, pledges his allegiance to the Italian mafia. In true mafia romance style, Logan is a womanizer, eternal flirt, and emotional vault. His inability to connect deeply to anyone stems from multiple tragedies he’s endured early in life that hardened him to protect a heart he no longer believes he possesses. As drama unfolds at a Syndicate held function, he’s tasked with the unfortunate responsibility of watching over mafia princess, Rosalia Calderone, the daughter of the ex-mob boss and current counselor to the powerful Chicago Syndicate.
Although ten years his junior, Rosalia is a spit fire, and I loved her. Growing up sheltered and pure from the ugliness of the mafia realities, she’s quirky and unlike any woman Logan has ever met. She doesn’t swoon under his charm, she’s mouthy, she’s sarcastic, and she immediately gets under his skin. Their initial meeting is awkward, with some hysterical back and forth banter that had me laughing out loud. Over time, an all-consuming attraction grows into lust and love that neither one of them can ignore. Once Logan falls, he falls hard. No woman can compare to his Rosa.
But nothing in the underground world of the Syndicate can be easy for star-crossed lovers. Constant obstacles are thrown at Logan and Rosalia, pushing them together and pulling them apart so many times, I found myself actually talking to my Kindle, begging them to stop being so damn stubborn.
Yes, I talk to my characters. Don’t judge me. It helps me cope.
Unfortunate events, shocking twists and turns, and wrongful accusations had my mouth hanging open at multiple intervals. As usual, Naomi flipped the script on me just when I thought I had things figured out and had me jumping on my bed, screaming, “No, way!” That’s her talent; the flawless way she unravels a story and leads you toward the “A-ha” moment, only to jerk it out from under you with a “Gotcha” grin.
Here’s where I stopped to get more wine and fan myself. I had to exit the roller coaster for a spin before I climbed back on. But, make no mistake, that train wasn’t leaving the station without me on it for the final ride.
So, with my heart pounding, I finished the book and just stared at it. That’s when you know the author got you good—when you can’t do anything but just stare at the last words with your mouth hanging open. The ending was perfect and set up the sixth book in the series perfectly with a main character I never saw coming, but cannot wait to delve into.
One thing I love about Naomi’s writing is that she stays true to all her characters and doesn’t leave them dusting in the wind in previous books. All the favorites are present and accounted for and play an active role in For Logan. We see their personalities and watch them interact with Logan and Rosalia. Even if their names were never mentioned, I could pick out their character’s voices and mannerisms. That’s how definitive the characters are portrayed.
I adore Soraya Naomi’s style of writing. It is fast-paced, dialogue-heavy, and imaginative. She slams the reader into her fictional world of the all-powerful Chicago Syndicate and rips every emotion that exists right out of them by the end. I’m usually exhausted beyond belief because I couldn’t put the book down—meaning I’ve just power-read it in one sitting.
The minute I finished For Logan, I had already emailed Soraya Naomi, inquiring on the status of the sixth novel.
I. Need. More.
Besides, maybe this next book will help me decide if my heart lies with Adriano or Logan.
Or maybe, I’ll just claim both.


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