Wiseguy Chio Pino is assigned to protect the mob boss’ daughter, but she wants more than his protection. With her cleaver-wielding father on his ass, Chio’s problems are growing like his dick when he lies. Can he resist her advances, or will he lose his manhood?
Chio Pino is on a trial run for Geppie, who is in charge of the De Luca organization. Chio’s first task is to pick up Geppie’s daughter from the airport. Rosaria De Luca is Geppie’s pride and joy. This is just great. As if Chio wants to be a babysitter to some spoiled princess for a week. Though, if Chio passes, Geppie will give Chio more responsibilities.
When Chio gets to the airport and sees Rose for the first time since, she is all grown up; Chio realizes he is in big trouble. He will have his hands full trying to keep them off the boss’s daughter.
Pinocchio Syndrome: A Twisted Fairy Tale by Casea Major is definitely not your grandmother’s fairy tale. You know this the moment you read that Chio’s nose does not grow but his penis grows instead and that the only way he can get it to go back to its normal size is to have sex with a woman. While there is a lot of sex happening in this book, there is also a good story line as well. For being a short book at only sixty five pages long, it was just as good as a full length, longer novel. Rose tormented Chio like crazy to get him to lie. Though, if I had a guy that had Chio’s ability to be well endowed very quickly, I too would do everything in my power to get him to lie like crazy. A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. I cannot lie…Pinocchio Syndrome is a fun, sexy read.
Fiction Vixen: Julianna
Pinocchio Syndrome revolves around Chio, who has recently started to work for his godfather Geppie, an Italian mobster. Tasked with the duty of picking up Geppie’s 20-year-old daughter from the airport, he’s not looking forward to playing chauffeur and babysitter to a mafia princess. Once he sees Rose – and her *clears throat* physical attributes – he’s even less excited by the prospect: how will he possibly manage to keep his hands off of her – especially when she keeps throwing herself at him every five minutes?!
Pinocchio Syndrome was a light, funny, and sizzling read. If you go into it expecting Shakespeare, you’re going to be disappointed. If you go into it expecting a romance that is emotionally rewarding with excellent character and relationship development, you’re going to be disappointed. However, go into it ready for a slightly ridiculous but entertaining read, and you’ll finish the book with a satisfied smile on your face. (Get your mind out of the gutter; I didn’t mean it that way!)
Jesus, she was beautiful. A feeling he’d never experienced washed over him leaving his insides in a fluttering tangled mess. He swept his hands around her waist and pulled her into his lap. Cradling her head, he kissed her. Her arms laced around his neck. Their lips locked for the first time in a rush of serious heart-felt emotion. It reminded him of his all-time favorite romance movie, The Terminator.
"Hi, Chio." Her hazel eyes twinkled like stars.
"Uhhh…" He reached up to make sure none of the spit that welled in his mouth dripped down his lip. Fuck! That was exactly what he wanted to do.
She smiled as if she knew what he thought.
She combed underneath her hair with long fingernails as she arched her brows. "Can we go?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." He stared in aroused disbelief.
He nodded as he tried to walk normal, but his rock-hard dick hurt like a sonofabitch. Halfway to the terminal door, she wasn't beside him. He took a breath as he glanced around. She stood in the same spot – right next to her giant suitcase. What a fucking moron. He popped himself in the head with his palm then walked back to her.
"Jesus. I'm sorry. My manners are for shit today. Let me get that for you."
Her face lit in a smile. Chio almost hit the floor. "No problem."
He lifted her bag and strode to the sliding door.
"…Chio?" Her voice stopped him in his path.
He did an about face. "Yeah?"
Her gaze traveled his shoulder down his arm. "The bag has wheels."
"Oh, right." Shit. He dropped the bag and pulled up the handle.
They made it to the Buick. He watched her to see what she thought of his car. Her eyes didn't bug-out like previous chicks. Still, she had to be impressed.
He opened the passenger door for her then put her suitcase in the trunk. It still smelled like piss from when Carmine threw that pimp in there last week. Chio had cleaned it out three times. How embarrassing. Now her bag was gonna smell like that pimp's piss.
As he started his car, he glanced over at her. That was a big mistake. Her dress gapped open where her seat belt hit which gave him a view of her perfect tit. Apparently catching the aim of his gaze, she looked down. Chio looked away thinking she would readjust to cover herself…but she didn't. Jesus Christ. She just left her tit in plain sight for God and everybody to see.
Sweating like a fucking race horse, with a pain in his pants, he turned the air conditioner on…full blast. Eyes on the road and hands on the wheel, he drove without moving his head.
"So Chio, do you remember me?"
"Uhh, yeah. I remember you from when you was a kid."
"You know, I had the biggest crush on you."
Chio's heart pounded. "Yeah?" He looked at her face, but like a moth to a flame, had to gaze down. Oh, God. It had been a mistake to turn on the air conditioner, because the nipple of her naked boob peaked as hard as his cock. "Watch out!" He looked back in time to miss some sonofabitch whose lane he'd swerved into. They were both gonna die right here on the road if he didn't quit dicking around. "Jesus. I'm sorry, Rosaria."
"It's okay. Please call me Rose. You seem a little jumpy. Do I make you nervous?"
"No, why would you think that?"
"Oh, I don't know."
She stared directly at his crotch. Chio looked down to see his pants swell from the lie. Motherfucker.
"Are you aroused, Chio? Do you want me?" She taunted him.
What he wanted was to slam on the brakes and relieve his tension in the middle of the freeway – in the middle of her. "No. Why would you think that?" There was no need to look down. The sound of thread breaking said it all. Not only was he going to die, he was going to die with a dick as long as a fucking broom handle.