REGAN
I never really knew what misery was until the day I was kidnapped and sold for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Two months later, I'm at a brothel in Rio when I meet Daniel Hays. He says he's here to save me, but can I trust him? All I know of him are his sarcastic retorts and his tendency to solve every dispute with his gun. He's also the only safe thing in my world, and I know it's wrong to fall in love with him, but I can't seem to help myself. He says he’ll protect me until his last breath but I don’t know if I should believe him or even if I can.
DANIEL
For the last eighteen months, I’ve had one goal: to find my kidnapped sister. I’ve left the Army, turned paid hit man, and have befriended criminals all across the globe. In every brothel I raid or every human trafficking truck I stop, her face is the one I’m desperate to see. In Rio, I find Regan Porter, bruised but not broken and still sane despite her weeks in hell. I should leave her behind or send her home because the last thing either of us needs is to get involved. But with every passing minute, I find I can’t let her go.
From Regan’s POV
I curl up on the mattress, hugging my legs to my chest and
waiting. There will be another man soon enough, and then Freeze, so I enjoy the
moment of silence while I can. My lip hurts, a bit puffy from where the last
man hit me, and I touch it with my fingertips, wincing.
Then, I lay my head back against the wall, thinking. My mind
is filled with the gun and the man I was forced to service, and my stomach
roils uncomfortably again. I swallow hard and force myself to think of zombie
movies, instead. E. I don’t know what movies begin with E. This one will
require some thought. Maybe something with “Enemy” in the title.
Then, I lay my head back against the wall, thinking. My mind is filled with the gun and the man I was forced to service, and my stomach roils uncomfortably again. I swallow hard and force myself to think of zombie movies, instead. E. I don’t know what movies begin with E. This one will require some thought. Maybe something with “Enemy” in the title.
I ponder this for minutes, staring at nothing, when there is
a knock at the door again. I get to my feet automatically. God, I hope it’s not
the man with the gun again. I don’t think I could stomach seeing him twice in
one night.
I ponder this for minutes, staring at nothing, when there is a knock at the door again. I get to my feet automatically. God, I hope it’s not the man with the gun again. I don’t think I could stomach seeing him twice in one night.
But when the door opens, it’s not Freeze.
The man that steps in is unexpected. He’s accompanied by Senhor
Gomes, the master, a man I have only seen once but hear about all the time.
Gomes looked me over when I arrived and then left, as if I were an
uninteresting piece of property.
The man with him is tall, good-looking, and wears a casual
suit. He’s got nice brown hair, sharp eyes, and I can tell immediately from the
cast of his features that he’s American.
What the fuck. Not
again. Not another American jackass. It doesn’t matter if he’s American—he’s
here to rape me like all the others before him. Except this time? I’ll know all
the nasty, shitty words he yells into my ear.
And later, when he’s done with me and leaves, I’ll feel even
dirtier because he’s only made things worse.
He looks me over, his gaze sliding to my star-spangled
bikini, and I can’t help myself. “What’s the matter,” I ask, “international
pussy not good enough for you?”
He looks me over, his gaze sliding to my star-spangled bikini, and I can’t help myself. “What’s the matter,” I ask, “international pussy not good enough for you?”
BOOK: Last Breath (Hitman, #2)
AUTHOR(s): Jessica Clare, Jen Frederick
GENRE: NA Romance
ORGANIZED BY: TRSOR Promotions
RELEASE DATE: 24th March 2014
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NIKOLAI
I have been a contract killer since I was a boy. For years I savored the fear caused by my name, the trembling at the sight of my tattoos. The stars on my knees, the marks on my fingers, the dagger in my neck, all bespoke of danger. If you saw my eyes, it was the last vision you’d have. I have ever been the hunter, never the prey. With her, I am the mark and I am ready to lie down and let her capture me. Opening my small scarred heart to her brings out my enemies. I will carry out one last hit, but if they hurt her, I will bring the world down around their ears.
I have been a contract killer since I was a boy. For years I savored the fear caused by my name, the trembling at the sight of my tattoos. The stars on my knees, the marks on my fingers, the dagger in my neck, all bespoke of danger. If you saw my eyes, it was the last vision you’d have. I have ever been the hunter, never the prey. With her, I am the mark and I am ready to lie down and let her capture me. Opening my small scarred heart to her brings out my enemies. I will carry out one last hit, but if they hurt her, I will bring the world down around their ears.
DAISY
I’ve been sheltered from the outside world all my life. Homeschooled and farm-raised, I’m so naive that my best friend calls me Pollyanna. I like to believe the best in people. Nikolai is part of this new life, and he’s terrifying to me. Not because his eyes are cold or my friend warns me away from him, but because he’s the only man that has ever seen the real me beneath the awkwardness. With him, my heart is at risk..and also, my life.
BOOK: Last Hit (Hitman, #1)
AUTHOR(s): Jessica Clare, Jen Frederick
GENRE: NA Romance
RELEASE DATE: 2nd December 2013
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