"Boss is a memorable debut for a novelist with great potential."  — SJ, Amazon Reviewer

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Determined to avoid the violence that claimed her family and friends, Carissa Elliott flees her hometown with a dangerous plan. She has proof that Calum DeMateo killed her father—now she just has to catch him. To do so, she’ll have to transform herself from small-town ingénue to New York crime boss.

When her path crosses with Alec McLean, the sexy stranger with whom she once shared a steamy nightclub kiss, things take an unexpected turn. Alec heads his family’s criminal organization, the kind of made man Carissa should want nothing to do with. But he also has a plan to take down Calum, and the flames that flicker between them are irresistible.

Will their vengeful quests jeopardize their chance at lasting love?

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What readers are saying about Boss



J.L. Lora's novel is well-written and carefully researched. When the settings shift to exotic locations the details are believable. Carissa's emotional turmoil as well as her conflicts with other characters are also credible. Lora has a great ear for dialogue. You can really imagine the conversations that Carissa has with the other members of the Trinity.



I couldn't put it down! Fast-paced and sexy with fun characters and dialogue. Hope there are more installments to come.

Lady Phoenix


This is a perfect story of characters who are just trying to survive - even if they have to become mobsters to do it. There's love, inevitable betrayal, and murder. And all they want to do is survive it. It's well written and has a well developed plot. It's easy to form an attachment to the characters.

NerdGirl Official


The author caught me right away and I couldn't put the book down. The storyline is fabulous and done with very good taste.

Robin Lynn


Sexy, romantic and deliciously dark, from start to finish. Boss seduces like fine chocolate and exotic wine. Once started, it is impossible to stop.


Advanced Copy Reader

The author takes us on a journey while we watch Carissa learn who stole her father from her and we get to know the man who stole her heart. I love that there are a few extremely fun and entertaining female characters in this book all leading ladies in their own right.

An excerpt from Boss:

 "My brother's really into your friend."

Carissa's hand flew to her chest. Immersed in her own thoughts, he’d caught her unaware. In the sultry moonlight, his features were striking. His eyes were not one shade, but the exact place where blue met green.

"He's not alone," she finally said. Was that really her voice?

"What's your name?"

His voice, a smoky baritone, stroked her ears, and Carissa's gaze lingered on his made-for-kissing mouth. She tried to remember the name she’d made up before leaving the hotel. Her memory blank, she used the first name that came to her.


His eyes narrowed, his lips dissolving into an I'm-not-buying-that-bridge smirk. "I guess that would make me … Tony?"

Heat spread up her neck and over her face. He saw right through her lie. "I'm sorry. It's from the movie I was watching before we left the room."

He laughed. "I was watching that too. It's one of my favorites."

She rolled her eyes and swept her hair over her shoulder. "Isn't Scarface every guy's favorite movie?"

"Are you saying I'm not special?" He raised an eyebrow and moved closer to her on the wide sofa.

The smell of the ocean with hints of citrus teased her nostrils. The satinwood undertones caused a flutter in her chest. She wasn't going to flirt with him. She couldn't. "That's not what I meant ... "

He mirrored the side-to-side movement of her head. "No?"

Carissa laughed and flipped her palms up. "Everyone just seems to love that bad guy."

"He was a complex character."

She crossed one leg over the other and hugged her knee with both hands. "Really? He was a criminal, a drug dealer who hurt people."

Noah's brother braced his hand on the seat a few inches from her. "True, but he was also relatable."

Carissa tilted her head to one side. "In what way?"

"Take his relationship with Elvira, for example.” He lowered his head toward her as if he intended to confide something. “It took one look, and he had to have her."

A string pulled her chest tight, tight, tight. She cleared her throat. "She was his boss's girlfriend. Not very ethical if you ask me."

"Ethical? You said yourself he was a drug dealer. You're not from Miami, are you?"

Stay cool. There's nothing wrong with a little light flirting. "No, I'm from Eden Rose, a small town in Maryland."

A slight frown ghosted over his forehead. "Are you here on spring break?"

"No. I'm not in school anymore. I'm here on a mini vacay. What about you?"

"I'm here on business. What do you do?

Carissa shook her head. "Nothing yet. I'm looking for work."

"What field?" he asked.

"Human resources and entrepreneurship."

"I'm impressed.” His voice got deeper. “What do you want to do?"

He edged his hand closer to hers, distracting her. "I ... I want to find grants for people to make money doing what they love, using what they know, what they’re good at."

"That’s a big dream for a first job out of college." He gave her a small, patronizing smile as if she were a pageant contestant wishing for world peace.

“If you’re not going to dream big, why dream at all?”

She wanted to facepalm as soon as the words left her mouth. Her insides squirmed like the first time she’d tripped in heels—at her junior prom, in front of the whole school. Carissa's gaze dipped to the floor. How naïve she must sound.

When she looked up, their eyes met again, and there was no teasing in his. No, he looked at her like he’d zoomed a lens and magnified her. He reached for her chin, his long fingers settling on her jaw. "I love your eyes." His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, his thumb brushing over her lower lip.

Carissa's pulse galloped in her chest and chased away her breath, his touch leaving a ball of need in its wake. Indulging was not an option. Not when she’d just put her mother in the ground, not when a fake Michael Corleone back home was trying to get in her pants, not when she was so vulnerable she couldn't trust her judgment.

She leaned into his touch anyway.

"They're just regular."

"No, I don’t think anything about you is just regular." His voice was a silk rustle. "I don't kiss fictional characters. Tell me your name."

She couldn't let him kiss her. She told herself to get up and go but couldn't stop staring at his full lips and wondering what they would feel like pressed against her own. "Carissa," she heard someone say, not recognizing her own voice.

A smile bloomed on his lips, spread into his eyes. "Carissa." His voice rasped over her name in a lazy stroke. "I'm Alec."

"Alec," she repeated, drowning in his eyes. His mouth descended toward hers, and her lips parted, protests dying in her throat.

He captured her mouth, no hesitation or uncertainty. She tasted bourbon and something else that made her knees go weak. One hand slid over her jaw, all the way to the back of her neck. Heat seared her skin wherever he touched. His tongue flicked over hers, causing the blood to rush in her veins. Carissa moaned low and responded in kind.

Alec caressed the column of her throat, and his other hand moved up and down her arm. They broke away, both breathless. Read More

About the author

J. L. Lora

J.L. Lora currently lives in Maryland while pursuing her dream of writing compelling, sexy, can’t-put-down stories about empowered, badass heroines and take-your-breathaway heroes.

. . . and searching for a lovable kitten.

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