|Nocturne in B Flat Minor
Author: bellabestia PM
Rose is a woman who prides herself on being good at what she does, often at the sacrifice of her relationships. What happens when Rose gets in over her head on a case and her life is threatened by the New York Mob? Will she back down or die first?Rated: Fiction T - English - Crime/Romance - Chapters: 17 - Words: 45,525 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 09-11-12 - Published: 08-26-11 - id: 2946859
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"It is my noble honor to introduce a woman who I'd only be doing justice to say, is clearly her own introduction."
Everyone has a talent-something they're good at, or even, truly exceptional at. Some people, however, have talents not to be proud of. Rose Calderas has always fallen into that category. She loves fighting—lives for it, actually. She is a gifted liar. Naturally, she found her calling in the courtroom as somewhat of a prodigy-managing to become District Attorney of Manhattan before her 30th birthday. But many doubt she will ever be satisfied. Friend to few, adversary to many, and trusting none, Rose is the only prosecutor who'd ever dare flash a tattoo, much less a collection of them, each symbolizing a significant piece of herself. She is a self-described luxury-seeking, loud-mouthed, caffeine and whiskey-addicted, hell-raising badass with a Rhode Island drawl and waist length hair. Curly. Red. Glamorous. Ever the rebel, Rose lives for trouble-wild to the core and always has been, as if something inside of her is innately primal. They call her the tiger. She always toes the line, but thinks it okay to cross this restrictive metaphorical line occasionally so long as she may make it back over again before she gets caught, thinking it ridiculous to revolve her way of being around something so intangible as an imaginary line. Maybe that's why she never thought anything of simultaneously being a belly-dancer and a federal lawyer—they watch her, they scrutinize her, they judge her…but would never question her. Nobody really knows her—at least, not in the way she desires to be known. Their respect for her, she knows, is mingled with fear and a sense of enchantment. Who is this woman who dared. Who dared to be all she was told she could not be. Who dared to put up a fight. Who dared take all that the world could throw at her, throw it back and come out on top. Who is—what is—this creature of passion who hands out the death penalty like candy, not giving a damn what anyone thinks. Some call her a killer, a murderer, herself. But is she if she kills to make the world safer?
"Watch her. Admire her. Love her. Learn from her—but do not try to tame her—she will always allude you."