This is one of my older works and it's gone through many incarnations. Today I made the dough, then made the pizza, took the photo and built the cover. Dona deserves it.
Dona Gimignano is the daughter of a tough guy. Not in that way, not quite. He's in the pizza business but Sam's not beyond strong-arming someone over a pie. When he dies, he leaves Dona in charge of the pizza empire as well as an illegal shipment of Parmigiano Reggiano. She wants out. She wants no part of it. But you know what they say, the Family just keeps dragging you back in.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the love of her life, the skunk, the snake with the nose for news, crime reporter, Martin Costello, wasn't hot on the story. Take a number in stand in line. This weekend everyone is after Dona and the fake cheese--the DA, the rival crime family, and her own dumb brothers who want to marry her off to a guy she can't beat up, Man Mountain Mean.
Hot times. Summer in the city. Really hot times. The DA is having her followed hot. The Mob is breathing down her neck hot. Dona would prefer it if Martin Costello was breathing down her neck, literally, but instead he’s trying to get the story.
That’s why they broke up in the first place--his nose for news. Journalist before anything, Costello needed a story more than he needed her and Dona needed him.
By now, Dona just needs some freaking stability in her life, but can she get it? Fuggedaboutit. She sees the light at the end of the tunnel when her father, Sam the Pizza King, dies but it’s the biggest subway train in the five boroughs coming for her with a shipload of fake parmesan on board.
Some girls dream of being a princess. “It ain’t what it’s cracked up to be. Trust me on this.”
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