Title: The Last Call
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 1, 2019
Blurb
I’m no
angel, and he’s definitely no saint. We’ve crossed paths on the way to hell,
and now he thinks we’re going to enjoy the rest of the ride together...
I said no. He said yes.
I turned him down. He kicked in my door.
He told me to stay. I ran as far as I
could.
I hate him. He adores me.
I’m crazy. He’s worse.
I want to leave. He won’t let me go.
I’m a bitch. He loves me anyway.
He’s a killer. I don’t really
care.
He says I’m strong, beautiful, talented. I say
he’s lying.
He’s doing everything he can to make me
believe it. I’m doing everything I can to resist him.
He fights and f*cks as hard as I do, and
now...I think I might like him too.
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REVIEW:
I loved Julius's granny, woman didn't hold back on her opinions, “you will fix it. You will make her happy.” Definitive and final. No room for an argument or question." Julius will just not leave his woman, "eff that s***. Lion needs me, and I’m never effing leaving her. “No.” I liked this book, I loved Julius even though the man was just bossy as heck.
Excerpt
I beat on
the door for the fourth time. Irritation burning in me as much as the side of
my fist from her ignoring me. So fucking much I have to teach her, starting
first with never keep me waiting when I want her.
I slam the
surface again. I know she's home, and I know she's alone. Under surveillance
since Kenneth traced her credit card from her bar tab. Second lesson to learn
is not to use her real name when she’s doing something illegal. My woman’s smart
but not slick.
Her thick
necked bodyguard escorted her to her apartment around one a.m. before departing
about fifteen minutes later. No one coming or going since. Including her.
Fuck this.
I don't have time to jack around anymore with this angel. The heel of my foot
drives through the thick wood, splintering with a jagged crack as I kick in the
damn door. My guys can come back later and fix the damage.
A black
Glock greets me when I step inside. Fuck she's magnificent. All intense and
earnest in her stance and expression. Gorgeous too. No make-up and a black silk
robe wrapped tight around her small body. More fragile than before without her
heels boosting her height and her confidence. She’s tiny and scared. Even
though she pretends not to be.
"Get
the fuck out of my house, and I won't blow your head off."
Totally
adorable. "Okay baby, put the gun down before you hurt yourself."
"It's
not me getting hurt that you should be worried about."
I'm so
fucking hard I have to lean forward to relieve some of the pressure of my cock
straining against my boxer briefs. Fucking this fireball is going to be
amazing. Her gaze and the tip of the barrel follow my hand to my crotch.
"I'll
blow that head off too if you're not careful."
Damn. I’m
going to fucking come in my pants if she doesn’t stop being so fucking
glorious.
Author Bio
Nikki
writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys,
especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends
more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real
world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending
time with her husband and daughter.
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