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Marriage Claws

  • Publisher: Swerve (June 27, 2017)

  • Publication Date: June 27, 2017

  • Sold by: Macmillan

  • Language: English


     There are two things Kate Affetto will do anything to protect: the younger brother she’s raised ever since their father walked out, and the small diner she’s managed to start from nothing in New York City. Things might not always be easy, but at least she gets to call all the shots and follow her own heart. That is until Jack Pensione, irritatingly gorgeous billionaire playboy and CEO/heir to the family empire shows up at her diner with an ultimatum: find $3 million to purchase the space, or vacate so it can be turned into condos.

     But Kate isn’t going down without a fight. So when Jack offers a third option—marry him, and he’ll gift her the space—she agrees, knowing it’ll save the life she’s built for herself and her brother, and that the marriage will be over practically before it’s begun. After all, it’s not as if she actually likes Jack, or as if he’s actually attracted her at all... Little does she know he’s also a werewolf, that he’s vying to be the alpha of his pack, and that her problems are just getting started.


By Sissy's Romance Book Review ★★★★★ June 25, 2017

'Marriage Claws' by Paige Cuccaro is the story of Jack Pensione and Kate Affetto. 
Kate is a hard working women who has taken care of her most of her life. Now she is running a restaurant where she has him working and a few other people she has collected that need her. 
Jack helps run his father's... ...more

By Tonya ★★★★☆ July 02, 2017

This was the second of my NetGalley binge this weekend and was immensely satisfying. It confirms once more (if there was ever any doubt) that I'm firmly Team Furry--any good, romantic werewolf will push all my buttons in all the right ways. The fact that Kate Affetto stands up to her very Alpha su... ...more

By Jeannie ★★★★☆ June 28, 2017

Review from Jeannie Zelos book reviews
Well, I'm a bit puzzled by the "debut" tag. I recognized the name and when I looked it up found I've read and enjoyed some of her other stories, especially the Hellsbane series. 
So - debut?? Anyway, its a... ...more

By Ellen ★★★★☆ June 29, 2017

Marriage Claws is a fun, sexy, and entertaining paranormal romance that I thoroughly enjoyed. The female lead in the story is Kate Affeto, who has had a hard life, but has made the most out of it while she raised her brother. She now operates The Sweet Spot, her restaurant, and employees not only... ...more

By katwiththehat ★★★★☆ June 30, 2017

What an interesting shifter romance. We start off with Kate, an independent young woman who runs a diner and has been battling with millionaire Jack, the mogul who's bought her building and... ...more

By Julianne ★★★★☆ July 18, 2017

Rating: 3.5 
Marriage Claws by Paige Cuccaro was a light read for me. Don’t get me wrong, it had everything from an Alpha shapeshifter to great chemistry, but I felt that the situation were delivered lightly instead of showcasing the important they were to the characters. Kate Affetto, is a passio... ...more

By Heather ★★★★★ June 24, 2017

Kate can make things kinda awkward, but I don't think Jack minds, "his smile brightened, amusement glinting in his eyes. “So you’re saying I stink pretty?” I liked this book, I fell in love with the characters....more

By Deborah ★★★★☆ July 21, 2017

Kate is a hard working single gal who has taken care of everyone in her life including her younger brother.  She owns a restaurant and all of her adopted family work there.  When Jack Pensione is renovating her building and is not renewing her lease, she's panicking. She doesn't have the money to... ...more


Chapter One

     I was dangerously close to failing everyone I loved and my only hope of avoiding disaster was the sexy Prince of Wall Street, Jack Pensione.


     Not a problem.


     I’d just appeal to his sense of decency... After I overcame the debilitating case of do-me-brain that stunned me stupid every time he flashed me a smile.




I shoved through the back-alley door of my restaurant and stopped dead in my tracks. “You’re feeding it?”


My brother looked from me to the big Husky type dog sitting at his feet and back to me. “He’s hungry.”


“He’s a stray,” I said. “Haven’t you seen the news stories about the feral dogs running through Central Park? He’s probably one of them. What if he tells his buddies? The Sweet Spot will be overrun with smelly dogs.”


“He doesn’t smell,” George said, then shrugged. “And if they come, we’ll feed them too.”


I sighed. “Sure. Why not? God, you’re such a pushover for a set of puppy dog eyes.”


“Me? You’re the one who’s paying for the food.”


“Don’t remind me.” I shook my head and yanked open the heavy door again. “Wash your hands before you get back to the grill. And don’t be all day. We’ve got customers.”


I didn’t wait for his answer. I love my brother but I seriously needed some air—air that wasn’t currently being sucked up by anyone else. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure I was in the midst of a mild panic attack.

It was Jack Pensione’s fault. The man was trying to lock the doors on my business for good. The arrogant business mogul had only arrived a few minutes ago, and already I couldn’t think straight. Good Lord, why’d he have to keep coming around, pestering me?


There was nothing on earth that would convince me to give up the fight to keep The Sweet Spot Diner open for business as long as I possibly could. The fact that my lease was up in less than two months, well...I couldn’t let myself think about that.

At the moment, I couldn’t think about anything...except green eyes, silky black hair, a chiseled jaw, and a perfectly tailored suit on a body that deserved the best the way a master painting deserved a master frame. Not that I was allowing myself to think about stuff like that.


“Hey boss lady,” Marbella said, catching my lightning streak through the kitchen. “You want me to check if the robber baron wants to order something?”


I paused for a half second behind the prep table. What the hell was a robber baron? I didn’t ask. I knew who she meant, and the explanation would likely take longer than my interest would last.


Stooping to peer under the warmer shelf at the mature heavyset waitress, a soft glow shining off her dark ebony cheeks, I nodded. “Might as well. But no discounts. He knows better than anyone we need the money.”


My chest squeezed, breaths coming too shallow again, I refocused my determined escape to the walk-in cooler.


Marbella was always giving Jack Pensione some disparaging nickname she’d pull out of her vintage vocabulary. She was a hell of an employee. Although, hearing the fifty-eight-year old waitress call me boss lady still made my brain stumble now and then. At twenty-four I was young enough to be her daughter.


I slammed the thick cooler door behind me and collapsed against it. Breathe...breathe... My breath steamed out from my mouth in a faint cloud, my pulse slowly finding a steady beat. The cool air soothed my ragged nerves and sent a tingle racing over my skin. Better.


All of my employees were amazing people. But they weren’t just employees, they were family, and I loved them. George, Diego and Lucas in the kitchen, Marbella, Brittney, Cece and Madam Opal serving out front. They all worked so hard to make my pastry shop-turned-diner a success, wanting it as much as I did. They were counting on me to do my part and keep their only source of income afloat. God, I suck.


The truth was I was a total epic failure, a fraud, a Benedict Arnold. It was only a matter of time until I tripped up and exposed the ugly truth for everyone to see.


I mean, it should’ve been a no-brainer—despise the evil landlord bent on destroying your livelihood. Call him names behind his back, burn his toast, short his silverware a spoon one day and a knife the next, sue his uptown Midas butt for wrongful eviction...stuff like that. Simple. And I did. But still, for some bizarre utterly annoying reason, when it came to Jack Pensione, nothing was ever easy for me.


Resenting him, bad-mouthing him, even planning a possible convincing “accident” to trip him up for a few months was easy. Actually, it was kinda fun when he wasn’t around. But the second I had to stand in front of him, speak to him, look into those sexy green body turned on my convictions like a hedonist at a free love music fest.


My heart lurched at the sudden succession of knocks behind my head on the cooler door. “Yeah?”


“He’s asking for you, honey,” Marbella said. “You want, I’ll tell him to go suck a lemon.”


I exhaled. “No. Thanks. I’m coming.”


The problem was that despite his family buying the old high rise building my restaurant was in, and evicting every one of its tenants so the whole thing could be renovated into luxury condos, and forcing me to either come up with the three million to buy the space I’d been renting or close... I couldn’t stop my tragically damaged brain from having fits and stutters every time I saw him. I actually drooled once—right in front of him. I mean, WTF?


It’s not like I stood a snowball’s chance in hell of hooking up with the GQ mogul, let alone any kind of real relationship...not that I wanted a relationship...or thought about it...or... Whatever.


I pushed off from the chilly door and ran my hands down my blouse and slacks, straightening wrinkles and drying a sudden case of hand sweat. Then turned and marched out of the cooler and into the fire.


“You asked to speak with me, Mr. Pensione?”


Green eyes swung up to mine and my belly did a knee-weakening tuck and roll. “Are you ever going to call me Jack?”


“Are you ever going to stop trying to cheat me out of my business?” I sounded way more bad-ass than I felt...I think.


“We’re not cheating you out of your business.” He leaned back in the booth and rested his elbow up on the back of the seat.


“It’s all perfectly legal, and I think you know that.”


I blinked to help tear my eyes off the hard plains of his chest. “What?” Good Lord. “I mean, no. No. I don’t know that. But I do know it’s not fair. Either I come up with three million dollars or I lose my business.”


“That was the contract you signed. Besides, you don’t have to lose the restaurant. Just move it,” he said. “I’m sure there are plenty of spaces—”


“No. There are not,” I said knowing what he was going to say because he’d said it all before. “There’s no available space in Manhattan for me to move my restaurant. At least nothing I can afford. And even if there was, do you know how hard it is to relocate a restaurant?”


He sighed and shifted his arms to the table, biceps straining the fabric of his expensive suit. “Actually, I don’t. I’ve never been in the position to try. But I’m sorry to hear it.”


I scoffed. “Right.”


“C’mon, Kate, are you really going to go through with this lawsuit?”


“It’s Ms. Affetto, if you don’t mind,” I said, chin high.


He tried to hide the start of a smile, looking away and clearing his throat. “My apologies, Ms. Affetto.”


“And yes, I’m really going to go through with it,” I said. “How else am I going to stop you from ruining all these people’s lives?” I swept a hand to the rest of the dining area.


It would’ve been way more dramatic if even one of my seven employees had actually been in the room. Where was everyone?

As it was, customers filled three of the booths along the window wall of the long narrow room and another four sat at the counter. I knew Marbella had been in the kitchen picking up an order and I’d bet anything Brittney was in the bathroom...again. The nineteen-year-old was seven months pregnant so I try to cut her some slack.


“You’re not going to win,” Jack said. “You can’t. You signed a contract.”


“I guess we’ll see tomorrow.” My gut sank. A part of me knew he was right, but I couldn’t give up. I had to try to save the place, not just for me, but for George, my soft hearted little brother. For all of us. “Why do you keep coming in here? I’m not going to change my mind and drop the suit. Unless you’re secretly obsessed and this is your way of stalking me.”


Did I just say that out loud? Shit.


The blood crept up his neck and colored his cheeks. He couldn’t hide his smile this time but he took a half-beat before he met my eyes. “Actually, I was checking on the renovation progress in the rest of the building. Figured I’d take advantage while I’m here to grab a little lunch and see if I can talk some sense into you. Is that okay with you?”


“Oh. Yeah.” Definitely, made way more sense than him being interested in me. Where’s a dark hole or massive rock to crawl under when you need it?


“Not that you’re not stalk-worthy. I mean, if I did that sort of thing.” His smile turned cocky. “But I don’t.”

A nervous laugh shook my voice. “Right. ‘Course not. I was just... Never mind. I’m just gonna go check on your order.”


I spun on my heel and headed for the kitchen at the end of the counter. God, I was seriously brain-damaged.


Jack Pensione didn’t stalk women—women stalked him. He was one of the most eligible bachelors in New York City. Single women hunted him like the last low-cal cookie at a dieter’s support group. The paparazzi snapped photos of him with a different woman every weekend. And the women on his arm were always nothing short of living Goddesses. Tall and thin, with perfect smiles and hair I’d only ever seen in shampoo commercials. They were models and actresses, heiresses and rock stars. In other words, they were nothing like me.


I pushed through the swinging door and met the comforting smile of Marbella staring back at me. “Where have you been, Marbella? I was dying out there hoping you’d bring his food and give me an excuse to walk away.”


The waitress shrugged. “Sounded like you were doin’ just fine. Thought you might wanna take his order out yourself.”


“What? No. Why would I?” I scoffed and sputtered with a convincing pfft sound.


Marbella just flashed me one of her wise grandma smiles. “If you say so, honey. But mark my words, that boy’s got his eye on you.”


“Yeah, an eye on putting me out of business,” I said wiping invisible crumbs from the stainless-steel table so I wouldn’t have to meet her eyes.


“You don’t see things from this side,” she said. “The way he watches you, the way he stares when you walk away. You’d think the man suspected you were smuggling gold in the backside of your slacks.”


“He stares at my butt?” A quick thrill jolted through me but I managed to bottle it up before anyone noticed. I think.


“Honey he stares at your butt, your boobs, your legs...anywhere he can that won’t get him caught.”




“Why?” Marbella repeated as though I’d just asked the world’s stupidest question. She chuckled, her big breasts jiggling. She bent to peer through the order-up shelves at Diego behind the grill. “You hear that, Diego? Child wants to know why the man’s starin’ at her.”


Diego turned his wide grin toward us, spatula in hand, nodding. “Si. She loco. Estúpido.”


“You said it, little man,” Marbella chuckled again.


I didn’t take offense. Diego spoke maybe thirty words of English and he misunderstood the meanings of about half of them. Lucas, his brother, was the spokesman for the pair. They were both smaller men with perpetual tans, jet black hair, eyes as dark as midnight and the biggest, brightest smiles I’d ever seen.


They’d immigrated from Cuba years ago. Lucas came first, lucking into a brief opportunity for amnesty. He got his citizenship and then immediately sent for his brother. Diego was still working on the legalities of living and working in the US, but he needed to eat and I needed another cook. They were family now and that’s all that mattered.


“You two are loco,” I said wagging a finger between them. “You don’t know the first thing about Jack Pensione. I’m not his type. I’m barely the same species as his type.”


“You’re beautiful,” Marbella said.


“I’m not.” The knee-jerk response spit out of me before I could think to temper it. I sighed, hating when my insecurities made others uncomfortable.


I don’t fish for compliments but when I admit to how I really feel about my appearance people seem compelled to try and reassure me with clichéd flattery. It’s exhausting. “I’m best. But I’m short. I barely have any boobs and my hair—”


“Your hair is gorgeous,” the older woman said.


“It’s the color of rusty water. Plus it’s flat and so straight...’s awful.”


“Nothin’ wrong with straight hair,” Marbella said. “You just need to play to your strengths. Wear it down now and then instead of that constant ponytail. Maybe get a trim, style it. Trust me. A black woman knows good hair when she sees it. You got potential, honey. All kinds of potential.”


“If you were a twenty something hot guy, that would mean the world,” I said. “But surprisingly, appealing to middle-aged black women isn’t exactly my goal. Actually I don’t know what my goal is, but I know it’s not Jack Pensione.”


“Jack Pensione? He’s here?” Madam Opal exploded through the back-alley door to the kitchen like the over-the-top diva she was.


“You’re late,” I said.


“Your little brother’s out there feeding some smelly fleabag,” she said by way of deflection.


“Still?” I sighed. “He’s loco if he thinks he’s bringing that thing home. Our building doesn’t even allow pets.”


“You tell’im,” Madam Opal said. “Good luck with that. Meanwhile Miss Thing here has to check her face. Jack Pensione deserves Madam Opal at her best.”


Madam Opal, a.k.a. Dave Pawlicki, breezed past me to the utility sink and mirror behind Marbella. At six foot, four inches and one hundred fifty-five pounds the blonde-haired, blue-eyed thirty-six-year old man, made for one stunning woman. Today he—she, wore black short-shorts, a sung V-neck tee with a push-up bra, and dark-blue Keds with no-show socks. Ironically, Madam Opal was closer to Jack Pensione’s type than I was.


She ran a pinky along the curve of her bottom lip, tidying her lipstick, then fluffed her shoulder-length locks. “Is his order up?”


I checked the warming station, recognizing Jack’s usual meal, steak—rare—with a baked potato side—hold the butter. “Yep. You ready?”


Opal turned, giving her silicone inserts a final lift with both hands then reached for Jack’s plate. “What if he asks for you?”


“Tell him...tell him I’m meeting with my lawyer and I’ll see him in court.”

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