Eden Finley is an Amazon bestselling author who writes steamy contemporary romances that are full of snark and light-hearted fluff.
She doesn't take anything too seriously and lives to create an escape from real life for her readers. The ideas always begin with a wackadoodle premise, and she does her best to turn them into romances with heart.
With a short attention span that rivals her son's, she writes multiple different pairings: MM, MMF, and MF.
She's also an Australian girl and apologises for her Australianisms that sometimes don't make sense to anyone else.
I adored this book! Not my first Eden Finley, and will of course not be my last. This is my first Saxon James, and I am already on my way to read whatever backlist I can get my hands on!
This masterpiece follows Foster Grant, cocky and wonderfully sweet hockey jock, and Zach Sawyer, adorably awkward best friend of his twin brother; and their amazingly beautiful and sweet love story. Foster is tasked with keeping an eye on Zach, because he has a habit of not taking care of himself, as he transfers schools. We follow Foster attempting to give Zach a 100% accurate college experience, and falling in love in the process.
It was so freaking cute, that may I have gotten a cavity, because I gobbled that desert up! Zach is on one hand so oblivious to social cues and also so freaking endearing. Foster is so heartwarming and totally accepting of all Zach’s quirks.
I loved that this was very low angst, very high steam, and one incredibly fulfilling HEA. 5 Stars. Get you this book
**I received this book in exchange for an honest review. All opinion are entirely my own
Bull riding is all Gavin’s known for years, but when it’s time to retire, he can’t let go of the reckless lifestyle. He finds a job that brings him to a small-town Texas ranch and face-to-face with the woman who snuck out after their one-night stand.
She can pretend she’s over him, but he’s not letting her go that easily.
Maize Bishop spends her days cooking and baking for her family’s bed and breakfast. The last thing she has time for is a relationship, especially when there are no single men within a hundred-mile radius. When a mysterious newcomer flirts with her over drinks, she gives in to his mesmerizing green eyes and goes home with him.
Now that he works for her family’s ranch, she’ll avoid him at all costs.
There are only so many places to hide, and keeping her distance is easier said than done. After months of giving her space, Gavin’s tired of waiting for Maize to admit what he knows they both want—a second round between the sheets. It may only take eight seconds to win a championship, but he’ll prove to her that he can go all night long.
She’s too young, he’s too arrogant, and together, they’re electric—the perfect recipe for disaster.
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“𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨.”
With just two simple words, Chari Atwood storms back into my life.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐈𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. The woman standing before me is not the girl I knew growing up.
And I’m not the same hopeful kid everyone thought was going nowhere fast.
Nowadays, I’m a hero. A celebrity. A man who isn’t content with the billions in his bank account.
Call me ambitious if you want. I have my sights set on the rest of the world, and don’t have time for a relationship, including the one woman who still has the power to bring me to my knees.
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛.
Except that I’m used to getting exactly what I want, and after one chance encounter, it’s clear that what I want is Chari Atwood . . .
Max Bennett is worse than the devil. At least you know Satan is going to eat you alive. With Max, he’ll make you beg for it first. Make you think he’s doing you a favor as he rips your heart right out of your chest.
Addison London is payment for a job gone wrong. Her life was never her own. Born into crime and raised by monsters, she thinks she knows what she’s getting into with Max.
But Max is a master at mind games. A crime boss without conscience, he enjoys playing with his prey.
And Addison never could pass up a deal with the devil.
Their ensuing relationship is unorthodox at best, downright dangerous at worst.
Max doesn’t bend. Addison refuses to break.
But someone’s going to take it too far. And in a world like theirs, they were already doomed from the start.
About K.V Rose
KV is an author of dark romance. She’s a little depraved and hates writing about herself in third person and will stop immediately.
Phew.
I enjoy copious amounts of coffee, long walks through cemeteries, and listening to music every waking hour. I believe in ghosts, being as weird as humanly possible, and getting possessed by my own characters.
Okay lets get the elephant in the room out of the way first. This books IS NOT for the faint of heart. There are definitely some intense triggers. Sex trafficking, dubious consent, abuse, incest, murder. Lots of blood and gore. Don’t read this if you are easily queasy.
This book was VERY intense. This wasn’t my first foray into the dark, but it was my first mafia style romance. I don’t think it was quite my cup of tea. I’m not going to lie, I cringed A LOT of the time and there was one scene between Max and Addison that I just can’t get behind. I think I much prefer when the dark shit happening isn’t done by the love interest through the whole book.
Now that’s not to say I hated this book. The saving grace is definitely the fact that we are given some journeys through the psyche of Max. It doesn’t hurt that I can see WHY he is the way he is, it doesn’t condone his abuse but it helps to make him human. I haven’t felt so much hate, anger, sadness, and empathy for one man in a very long time.
Now Addison. I love this woman! She is so freaking bad ass, in spite of all the terrible shit that is done to her she perseveres and comes out on top. She is the definition of a survivor. I would probably break if I was in her position.
*I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review. All of my opinions are entirely me own*
Two days after my boyfriend dumps me, my business goes belly up, and the sperm bank declines my credit card, a gorgeous rock star offers to whisk me away for two weeks of hot, steamy, all-expenses paid…therapy.
I should say no.
I’m not looking for a fling.
I want a man who’ll be a father to the baby I’m desperate to conceive. Or, at the very least, a guy willing to knock me up before we go our separate ways.
Zack isn’t that guy. He’s my best friend’s oldest pal, and in my social circle for the long haul. I could never ask him a favor like this.
That would be crazy.
The problem?
Turns out, I’m crazy.
And so is Zack…
Author of over forty novels, USA Today Bestseller Lili Valente writes everything from steamy suspense to laugh-out-loud romantic comedies. A die-hard romantic and optimist at heart, she can’t resist a story where love wins big. Because love should always win.When she’s not writing, Lili enjoys adventuring with her two sons, climbing on rocks, swimming too far from shore, and asking “why” an incorrigible number of times per day. A former yoga teacher, actor, and dancer, she is also very bendy and good at pretending innocence when caught investigating off-limits places.You can currently find Lili in the mid-South, valiantly trying to resist the lure of all the places left to explore.Lili also writes super naughty books asL. Valente.
Holy moley! What a freaking sweet journey this book was. Zack and Collette were meant for each other. Both complementing the other perfectly. It’s starts with a crazy baby making bargain and ends in one of the happiest HEA’s I’ve read in a long time. This couple gives me butterflies.
I adored each characters strengths. Zack is the perfect supportive SO. He really cares for Collette and adores her. Colette didn’t have a great upbringing and it has made her stronger. I love that she knows what she wants, and isn’t afraid to take it or ask for it.
This was such a sweet story and I enjoyed every minute of it. This was my first Lili Valente and definitely wont be my last!
Zach looks absolutely adorably hot. Adorably hot is not exactly a cohesive description, but I don’t know how else to put it. He’s wearing the tightest jeans I’ve ever seen him in, his hair has some sort of product worked through it, and he’s wearing a button-down shirt that’s about a size too big.
He stands at his door, blinking at me as if he’s forgotten how to talk.
I lean in. “I think the word you’re looking for is hi.”
“Umm … hi.”
“Yay, good start.” I run my gaze over him again, and the shirt thing clicks. “Did my brother dress you?”
His eyes widen. “No! Umm, maybe.”
Seth appears behind him.
I bow to my brother. “Well played. Nothing is a better cockblocker than knowing my date is wearing my twin’s clothes.”
Seth laughs.
“I can’t wait for you to meet some girl. There is going to be payback. I don’t know how yet, but there will be.”
Zach looks down at his shirt. “Should I change?”
“Nope.” I grab his hand. “Hope you know how to sew, brother, because that shirt’s coming back buttonless.”
“Okay, okay, you win. He can keep the damn shirt. Now it’s his. Just don’t hurt it.”
I’ll defile it instead.
I interlace my fingers with Zach’s as I lead him across campus to Greek row.
“Where are we going?”
“Frat party.”
“W-what? Is that your idea of romance?”
“Nope. It’s my idea of college.” I stop walking and tug on his hand. “College experience you need to have number sixteen: frat party.” I smile wide.
“Seth took me to a few parties.”
“Frat parties? How long did you stay?”
He stares up at me defiantly. “I’ll have you know, I lasted two drinks at one of them.”
“Whoa. I take it all back. You’re a party animal, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up. Have you sought counselling for your partying addiction?”
Zach shoves me with a laugh. “Shut up.”
I love playful Zach.
“Are you forgetting the whole”—he points to himself—“doesn’t do well in groups thing?”
I pull him along again. “Yes, we’re going to a party, and yes, there will be lots of people there, but you’re forgetting the most important part.”
“Awkward conversations and small talk with people I don’t know?”
“Funny, but no. I will be right beside you the whole time, and we’ll get to stand there and analyze everyone.”
It’s Zach’s turn to stop walking. “H-how do you know I do that?”
“I’ve seen you do it. You look at everyday interactions like they’re fascinating. You do it in class, and you were doing it that day in the dining hall.” I shrug. “It’s your thing.”
He still looks unsure.
“If you ever become uncomfortable, we can leave. I promise.”
“Okay.”
“And …” I wrap my arms around him and pull him against me. “You’re also forgetting a major frat party rite of passage.”
“Keg stands.”
“Nailed it.” I move closer. “Actually, I was thinking about the tradition of hooking up in an upstairs bedroom or bathroom.”
Zach’s cheeks flame red. “I-I’m not … I’m not having sex in someone else’s house.”
I fake shock. “Your mind is so dirty. I’m talking about making out.”
He looks like he doesn’t believe me.
“No sex in someone else’s house,” I say seriously.
“Thank you.”
We start walking again. We’re almost there now, and I can’t resist teasing him a little more.
“Question?”
“Mm?”
“Is a blowjob considered sex?”
He almost trips over his feet.
Luckily, I catch him.
Tonight is going to be so much fun.
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Eden Finley is an Amazon bestselling author who writes steamy contemporary romances that are full of snark and light-hearted fluff.
She doesn't take anything too seriously and lives to create an escape from real life for her readers. The ideas always begin with a wackadoodle premise, and she does her best to turn them into romances with heart.
With a short attention span that rivals her son's, she writes multiple different pairings: MM, MMF, and MF.
She's also an Australian girl and apologises for her Australianisms that sometimes don't make sense to anyone else.
“Well, that’s what life is, isn’t it?” Bastian let out a nervous sort of laugh. “You learn that the world isn’t what you thought it was. That your greatest truths are only stories, and the nightmares you thought were lies are truth.”
The Obsidian Tower- out June 2nd!⠀
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First and foremost, thank you Orbit and Netgalley for an advance readers copy of The Obsidian Tower in return for an honest review.
Second, that map though!!
The Obsidian Tower was an amazing book! Melissa Caruso created a magical world that’s not even remotely complicated, which is something to be said. I instantly felt connected with every character. They’re so well written and human. From the beginning, the story draws you in with Ryx and her cursed magic. It was such a pleasure reading how the plot played out.
Another great thing is the character diversity. There ere so many different types of characters and it all meshed so well that it felt seamless. Caruso did an amazing job with her character building. I don’t think I’ve read another book yet that has done this so well.
Take a peek inside UNORTHODOX (Sick Love Duet #1), a blood soaked, crime drenched romance that is not for the faint of heart by Author K.V Rose, coming June 9th!.
Max Bennett is worse than the devil. At least you know Satan is going to eat you alive. With Max, he’ll make you beg for it first. Make you think he’s doing you a favor as he rips your heart right out of your chest.
Addison London is payment for a job gone wrong. Her life was never her own. Born into crime and raised by monsters, she thinks she knows what she’s getting into with Max.
But Max is a master at mind games. A crime boss without conscience, he enjoys playing with his prey.
And Addison never could pass up a deal with the devil.
Their ensuing relationship is unorthodox at best, downright dangerous at worst.
Max doesn’t bend. Addison refuses to break.
But someone’s going to take it too far. And in a world like theirs, they were already doomed from the start.
Prologue
Max
I see Christopher London before he sees me.
He’s standing at the trunk of his black Mercedes, hands in his pockets, trying to pretend the unmarked cop car with the officer inside, parked just across from him in the nearly empty garage, isn’t on his payroll.
The officer, in turn, is trying to pretend he doesn’t have his gun resting against his thigh, finger on the trigger.
I know better.
One of my guys has the cop’s head in his sights. I imagine the inside of the officer’s brains will splatter that pristine windshield before this meeting is over.
At least, I hope that’s how this will go.
Then again, killing cops is messy. The coverup costs a lot more than I’d like to spend.
I’m unarmed when I exit the stairwell, strolling toward Christopher with a smile on my face, Dante at my back.
Dante is armed, a rifle strapped across his chest, but Christopher knew how this would go.
He fucked up, I get to bring the guns.
If I had fucked up—which I never do—he could’ve brought the fun.
Unfortunately for him and his daughter, who is nowhere to be seen, that’s not quite how this is going to go.
When I’m close enough to make eye contact and he’s close enough to feel threatened, he pushes off the back of his car and extends his hand, like I’m actually going to shake it.
I don’t. I don’t shake his hand, and I don’t say anything at all.
I will never understand why people waste perfectly good words when silence and a look can convey most everything.
Christopher’s blue eyes narrow and he drops his hand, smoothing down his black blazer. It’s the same as mine, except I can almost guarantee mine costs more money.
“Look, Max, I thought we could talk this over.”
I slip my hands into my pockets, clutch the matte black playing card inside my left one. The card is a reminder that it’s no fun to lose your shit too early in a confrontation. Then your opponent just dies, and you don’t even get to watch them bleed.
That’s exactly the kind of sloppy I want to avoid.
Not saying a word, I shrug and glance at the cop, who is still looking down, like he’s fucking invisible. I turn back to Christopher, stare at him for a few seconds before I ask, “Where’s your daughter?”
I’ve seen pictures of Addison London. Thankfully, she looks nothing like her father. Which is great. None of my clients would be interested in fucking a female version of this asshole.
Christopher bites his tongue, glances down at the pavement beneath us on the second floor of the parking garage. It’s hot here, as it always is in North Carolina. I drove all the way here from Athena, South Carolina, to pick up my merchandise.
And now Christopher London wants to play games.
I squeeze the playing card tighter, feeling it flex beneath my fingers. It’s worn in places, frayed around the edges. But I need it to last a little while longer before I move on to another king. I’ve already gone through four aces, trying to keep my shit together for nearly two decades, since I was fourteen and started using these things.
At thirty-two, you’d think I’d be better at it by now.
I’m not.
My trigger finger is feeling twitchy just looking at this pathetic excuse for a man. Men do as they say they will, no matter what.
But Addison isn’t here.
Christopher is wasting my time.
When I feel like I might lose my patience, he finally looks up at me and his shoulders sag.
I feel a twinge of something like unease with that motion.
Christopher London operates businesses just like mine. And just like me, he knows how to manipulate people. But I know how to read them. It was a necessity growing up with a father like I had. Back in Pretoria, South Africa, not reading my father’s moods could, quite literally, get me or my brother killed.
So I know Christopher isn’t fucking around when he says, “She ran.”
I hear Dante shift on his feet at my back. He’s also got an itchy trigger finger, but his patience is better than mine. Just barely.
I glance for a second at the cop, and find the fucker is finally paying attention to us now. He must know this isn’t going to go so well.
“She ran?” I repeat, weighing my options as Christopher works out how best to explain this shit to me. Did she run, or did he tell her to leave?
Christopher nods once. “She ran,” he says again. “Last night.”
“Did she know I was coming for her?”
Another nod. “Of course. I wasn’t going to throw my own daughter in the trunk of my car without an explanation.” For some reason, I don’t quite believe that.
I smile at him, running my tongue over my teeth. That playing card is going to break apart in my fucking fingers if this dipshit doesn’t say something that isn’t completely stupid at some point in this conversation. I don’t say a word, waiting for him to do just that.
“I wasn’t thinking.” His voice is calm. He doesn’t fidget. Doesn’t ball his hands into fists. Doesn’t twitch.
But it’s in his eyes.
The fear.
That’s where it always is.
The eyes can’t fucking hide the truth. And the truth is? Everyone is at least a little bit afraid of me.
In Christopher’s case, and now Addison’s, by extension, they have fucking reason to be.
I nod my head, looking down at my shoes, thinking about all the places this girl could be. She’s the daughter of a crime boss, and obviously, if Christopher is telling the truth about her being a runner, she’s not stupid.
But the last thing on earth I have time for is chasing after a teenage girl who will become nothing more than a whore to grovel at the feet of powerful men.
“Give me something,” I warn Christopher, meeting his gaze once more. “Give me an idea of where she might be. Because if you don’t, when I find her, I won’t keep her.” Not that I ever planned to do that. A blonde American could fetch a fucking fortune. If she’s still intact, even more. “I’ll fucking kill her.”
Christopher’s eyes widen, and he swallows, his throat bobbing. He knows my threat is real.
“She’s with my son,” he finally whispers, and the way he says it, I know he just gave her up. Interesting, how men will turn against their own children in the interest of saving themselves a little pain.
There is no moral code in my world.
Christopher London is a walking, talking example of that.
And so am I.
“Danik?” I ask him.
Christopher’s face goes pale. There may not be a moral code in organized crime, but if there was something close to, it’d be that sons are far more important than daughters will ever be. I’d personally never risk what Christopher is going through right now.
I will never fucking have kids. They’re only pawns to be used against you.
I’ve spent a long, long time half-hoping my brother never turns up, for that reason alone. He could be leverage.
Pushing thoughts of Oliver aside, I focus on the fuck in front of me. “I know where your son lives. Off the coast?” I smile at Christopher, then turn my back on him, head to the driver’s side of my black Maserati, parked two spots down from his Mercedes. “I’ll pay Danik a visit.”
I get into the car, start it up and roll down my window. Dante still stands at the hood of the car, hands on the rifle slung across his chest.
“If he’s not there, and she’s not there, I’ll still find them. And I promise you, Christopher, when I do, I’ll put a bullet in their brains.” I give him a smile, watching his face turn beet red, vein bulging in his temple. “Tell your wife I said hello.”
His wife is fucking dead.
I grab my handgun from the center console, have it out the window before Christopher can blink.
The gunshot makes my ears ring, echoing in the parking lot as he drops to his knee. More, louder shots reverberate in the garage, and glass shatters as Dante takes care of the cop.
In the silence that follows, Christopher London screams, because he went down on the wrong leg after I decided to let him live.
He’s only got one good kneecap now.
He’ll need to figure out how the fuck to kneel correctly.
Addison
Danik is at the beach when he comes for me.
I know it’s him, because the glass of the screen door shatters and only a man that’s in the same line of work as my father would make such an entrance in a sleepy little beach town like this.
He’s coming for me, but I’m ready for him.
Or as ready as I’ll ever be.
Danik should’ve listened. He should’ve driven us to the west coast. He should’ve gotten me the hell out of here, but Danik has been out of the life for five years. At twenty-three, he’s five years older than me, but he’s been sheltered.
Not from everything.
No, we experienced our uncle, Cade, together, but that was when we were kids. The past five years, since he left me?
He’s missed all of that.
Besides that, he’s a boy. In my world, boys get treated with respect. Girls…not so much.
I grab my cell phone from my nightstand, ripping it off the charger. I dial Danik’s number, but I know he’s probably on a wave right now.
Still, I let the call ring, set the phone down, and reach for the knife under my pillow.
It’s not a gun, but I don’t feel comfortable with those.
You get one shoved down your throat as a child and you never really get over it, I guess.
There’s silence in the aftermath of the glass shattering, but this house is small. I glance at my open window, stand to my feet. I’m in grey leggings, an oversized pink t-shirt. I haven’t been able to sleep in my usual shorts and tank for fear of exactly this.
Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I see it’s six in the morning. Danik left fifteen minutes ago.
They were watching.
He was watching, but I’m sure there’s more than one man.
I take a step on the creaky wooden floors, toward my window. Danik’s house is modest, my bed a twin, barely enough room for him to have squeezed the dresser in.
When you leave the life, you don’t get to take anything with you. If it weren’t for the fact my father thinks Danik will come back and take over the “family business” once he’s “had his fun”, Danik would be dead.
I’d be dead, too.
But my father values Danik, and Danik values me. That makes my life worth a little more than nothing, in my father’s eyes.
Not quite enough to not sell me off for some job that went horribly wrong down in Miami, but still. I’m here, and I’m breathing, and that’s more than a lot of runaway kids of the various cartels throughout the country can say.
The window is free of any furniture because I set it up that way, and when I get to it, I kneel down silently, listening as I press the tip of the switchblade up to the window screen because the sliding gears are jammed in this old house.
There’s nothing but bramble and sand in the backyard, and Danik’s Subaru. He walked to the beach; it’s two blocks from here in Surf City. If I can climb out of this window, I’ll be able to run down to it, and I know, even this early, people will be there.
It’s June in North Carolina. Tourist season on the coast. Someone would help me.
I think.
Holding my breath, I try to still my trembling hand, try to get myself together.
I don’t like that I can’t hear anyone moving in the house. Since the glass shattered, it’s just been…nothing. I almost wonder if maybe it was just a regular robber and not someone coming to drag me to hell, but…that’s a stupid thought.
I take a deep breath. Press the blade against the window screen.
Then I see him.
A man with a fucking AK slung around his chest, his eyes on mine as he stares up at me from just a couple of feet down below, in the backyard.
My heart nearly beats out of my chest and I have to bite down hard, so I don’t scream. I don’t know if it’s him him, or if it’s one of his men, but either way… Holy shit.
Max Bennett isn’t fucking around.
I stumble away from the window, my palm sweaty as I clutch the knife tighter in my hand.
The man doesn’t move, and that unnerves me. He just watches me through the window, and I know that means there’s probably at least one other person in this house.
I flatten myself to the floor, army crawl my way toward the door, trying to breathe with every shuffle of my hips and swing of my elbows, knife still tight in one hand.
Even if it is useless.
My father never taught me how to fight.
Fighting was for men.
A lot of things were for men in my house. Including beating women.
“Women were made for men,” my father used to say. “Men were made to take on the world.”
But I’ve always felt I wanted a piece of the world, too. Fuck the men.
It’s why I ran, after I overheard my father telling his right-hand man what was going to happen to me.
He wasn’t going to give me a head’s up. He was going to let me be taken.
Fuck the men.
I hold onto that thought as I crawl toward the door, straining my ears. Funny how every night I would yell at Danik to stop getting three a.m. snacks because I could hear him chewing in the house and now, I can’t even hear a man coming to kidnap me.
Kidnap me.
I shove the thought aside. Growing up, I always knew it was a possibility. It’s why I was always so heavily guarded, protected like the Virgin Mary…from things on the outside.
At first, I thought my protection detail was because my father loved me, but it didn’t take me too long to figure out he doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
No, he protected me for reasons like this: my appeal as a ransom. No wonder he always hated me.
I was a tool to be used against him.
When I reach the door without gunshots flying through my window, I feel a flicker of hope expand in my chest. Danik has cut his surf time in half since I came here two days ago, so he’s reminded me again and again as he mocked me about fearing for my life.
Maybe he just didn’t want to believe it. Maybe he thought our father and his problems wouldn’t follow me, like they didn’t follow Danik.
Either way, it won’t be long before he gets back. And Danik might be a stereotypical stoner-surfer, but he also has a gun in his car and a hot temper when he’s provoked.
I’d consider someone coming to kidnap his little sister a provocation.
I hold my breath as I stop at the door, still on my belly, knife in hand, listening. I need to get to my knees to twist the knob, but I don’t want the guy outside my window to have a clear shot at my back, either.
Every second will have to count.
I close my eyes tight, think about my mother. What she would have wanted for me.
Not this, certainly. But she’d at least want me to survive. Make my own path.
Maybe I just tell myself that to make myself feel better.
She died when I was seven.
What the fuck do I really remember about her, aside from the fact she despised my father and defied him at every turn?
It got her killed, in the end.
Thinking of her death—an aneurism, so proclaimed by the doctor on the payroll of London Pharmaceuticals, my father’s legitimate business—makes me start to panic. My stomach churns and a sour taste coats the inside of my mouth.
I close my eyes and force that memory back.
I cannot afford to panic.
I count to three in my head, like I always did when Danik dragged me to the deep end of our pool to jump. I was terrified of heights and horrified at the thought of drowning. Having my toes on the ledge sent me spiraling.
Counting to three helped.
And Max Bennett? If he gets his hands on me, I think that might be worse than drowning.
One.
Two.
Three.
When I open my eyes, I quickly get to my knees, reaching for the doorknob, holding my breath.
A floorboard creaks outside of my room.
I jump back, landing on my ass, the knife still in my trembling hand.
The door slams open.
A man stands in the doorway dressed in all black, holding a black handgun, aimed at my head.
I make out steel and sky-blue eyes, dark hair. Nothing else before my own eyes are drawn to the barrel of the gun.
“Addison.”
I swallow at the accented word, and I know immediately who this is.
It wasn’t the man outside my window.
It’s this one.
The one holding a gun in my face, his finger on the trigger.
Max Bennett.
South African drug lord, notorious sex trafficker, and the man my father sold me off to.
My mouth goes dry, and my entire body trembles, but I don’t put down the knife.
“Get up,” Max says, his words sharp and low. “If you don’t, I’ll put this gun in your hand, and we’ll pull the trigger together while we aim it at your fucking brother.”
About K.V Rose
KV is an author of dark romance. She’s a little depraved and hates writing about herself in third person and will stop immediately.
Phew.
I enjoy copious amounts of coffee, long walks through cemeteries, and listening to music every waking hour. I believe in ghosts, being as weird as humanly possible, and getting possessed by my own characters.
Goldilocks by Laura Lam is everything that you’d expect it to be and then some! I don’t think I’ve ever read a book that’s so spot on about it in its description “The Martian meets The Handmaid’s Tale.”
In this wonderful book, you follow Naomi, her surrogate mother, and their team of astronaut women into space as they commandeer the spaceship they helped build. Their main goal? Travel to the Goldilocks system to a new planet to replace Earth, but they end up running into quite a bit of trouble..
I found this book was amazing. With the amount of detail in this book, you won’t be left disappointed. It’s not so heavy that it’s overwhelming either. I definitely recommend it. It left me interested with every page.
* Thank you to Netgalley and Orbit books for providing an free eARC in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are completely my own.
Daaaaammmnnn. Is it May already, well okay no…but almost! Seriously, this year if flyyying by. Just yesterday it was January, and we were not in apocalypse quarantine .
But obviously the state of today’s affairs is not why we are here. It’s time to look at what is new in the May book world!!
Obv, I can’t list EVERY new release, or this would go on forever, so i’m going to give you me most anticipated. If these books aren’t your jam, or at least not your only favorite, check out the Goodread New Release list.
Not too many next month that I am really excited about. Check out that link above to see what other books are coming out in May! Then let me know what your most anticipated is?
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