My Thoughts
Holy hot virgin hitman with a monster package that comes to the rescue of Ava who is trying to save her bestie. Can I just say how much I freakin' LOVED Rafe. Seriously. He's delish.
He heads a team that is trying to get the information that Ava is holding for the bad guys in order to keep her best friend from being killed. Rafe actually starts to fall for Ava while he is watching her to gather intel. Did I mention the man is a virgin? I won't give away why because it will be so much better when you read it for yourself. I loved Rafe and Ava together and couldn't put their story down until the very end. I want more of them.
I give Last Hope 5 hearts!
He heads a team that is trying to get the information that Ava is holding for the bad guys in order to keep her best friend from being killed. Rafe actually starts to fall for Ava while he is watching her to gather intel. Did I mention the man is a virgin? I won't give away why because it will be so much better when you read it for yourself. I loved Rafe and Ava together and couldn't put their story down until the very end. I want more of them.
I give Last Hope 5 hearts!
About the Book
Mendoza
I grew up in the slums and lost everything I loved to
poverty, illness, and death. I had only one skill to leverage myself out of my
circumstances—violence. Being hired out as a mercenary hitman brought me money
and built an empire. But all that I've fought for is in jeopardy. My next job:
Steal secret information that could bring down world governments. Find my
target. Destroy it. But then, I meet her.
Ava
Karma hates me. When my best friend Rose is kidnapped, I
have no choice but to take a job as a mule for a pair of criminals intent on
selling top-secret information to the highest bidder. I should have known that
bad luck tends to cling, because the plane I'm on goes down. That I survived a
crash-landing was a miracle. And so was being rescued by Rafe Mendoza—hot,
sexy, dangerous. The thing is, he wants the information that I need to free
Rose. I can't let him have it, but I need his help. And I need to fight this
crazy attraction for this mercenary with hungry eyes. Rose is depending on me, and
I won't let her down, no matter how appealing Rafe is.
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Excerpt
The ricochet of the bullet has swollen my eye shut. I might
be slightly concussed from the free fall from six thousand feet into the
jungle. I’ve no clue where we are and we have no supplies, but I’ve never been
happier than when Ava stuck her tits into my face. Those babies felt like the
softest pillows ever created and I would’ve been happy to suffocate in damp
valley of cleavage. Maybe I’d even get the chance to lick her sweat away.
I might have groaned and pretended my injury was worse to
lengthen the moment. Her delicate hands smoothed over my forehead and, it may
have been my imagination, but it seemed liked she might’ve lingered over my
hair. Dig in, I want to grunt.
“What the heck is that sound?” Ava clutches me to her.
If I don’t answer, does that mean I can stay in this
position forever? Because I want to. Actually, no, I’d like to move over and
suck one fat tit into my mouth until it’s hard as a diamond. Then I’d like to
slide down until my mouth is level with her pussy and see how salty sweet she
tastes between her legs. The beast between my legs roars to life and it’s a
good thing that the monkeys above us scream again, causing her to jump and
strike my good eye with her elbow. The pain serves as a reminder of where we
are, who I am, and what the fuck I should be paying attention to.
“It’s the howler monkey. They sound like humans screaming or
sometimes like the jaguar. They’re kind of dumb and if we found Afonso’s gun,
we’d be able to kill one and have meat every night for a week.”
She shudders. “I don’t want to eat monkey.”
The jungle is hot and wet during the day and cold at night.
If the mosquitos don’t eat you alive, the jaguars and anacondas might. Not very
many people can crash-land into the middle of the Amazon and make it out alive,
but I’m upping our odds from around 20 percent to 50 percent based on Ava’s
positive attitude. Unless my eye heals up, I’m not giving us more than that. If
we could find the Boy Scout bag, though, we could bring our odds up
significantly.
“There’s plenty of food in the Amazon from plantains to
fish, so if you don’t like monkey, we won’t eat it.”
She shudders again. “Thank you.”
“You a vegetarian?”
No, that couldn’t be right. Didn’t she eat some prosciutto
at the café? But I want to hear it from her. I want to know everything about
her.
“No, but for some reason eating something that screams like
a human freaks me out.”
“Monkey is off the menu,” I say, making no attempt to move
away from her rack. “I have a knife in my belt.”
“Do you have anything else besides the knife?” she asks. Her
tone is accusatory like I’m holding out on her.
“No,” I say slowly. “Just the knife.”
She narrows her eyes and then reaches out with her good hand
and pokes my waistline. “What about that?”
“My pants? I don’t think that they’d fit you or they’d be a
good weapon. Besides, I’d rather my legs didn’t get eaten by mosquitos.”
“Look, if you just plan on leaving me behind, then do it
now. Don’t string me along.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Just my luck to
perv on a crazy woman.
“That!” she spits out, and this time her finger jabs lower,
right into the meat of my dick. I flinch back. “I can tell you’re packing
something. What’s that thing in your pocket?”
“None of your fucking business,” I growl out, my happy
feeling sucked away. I can feel the heat rising in my face that has nothing to
do with the humidity. I will my erection to subside but as she stares at it, it
does nothing but grow.
“Oh my god. Is that a . . . that’s not a gun, is it?” Her
lips part in shock.
“No.” The erection isn’t going to go down anytime soon. Not
with her eyes wide with wonder. She raises her gaze to me and then drops back
down again, and hell if she doesn’t lick her fucking lips. I turn away, unzip,
and then pull the shaft straight up behind the waistband of my cargo pants. I
fasten the zipper, carefully, and then pull my T-shirt down over the top. It
hides most of the problem. “Let’s go.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles.
I surge to my feet, catching her off guard. She stumbles
back and thankfully stops staring at my junk. “Enough,” I growl more roughly
than I intend. “We have important things to concentrate on, like where are we
going to sleep for the night.”
She looks stricken and nods in agreement. “Sorry, I just was
taken by surprise. You don’t have to tell me what’s in your pocket if you don’t
want to. But I need to remind you that we’re in this together.”
I feel like an ass. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry
that she thinks my dick is fake. That’s a new one.
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Meet Jen & Jessica
Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious
dog. She's been reading stories all her
life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers
so drop her a line at jensfrederick@gmail.com.
Author Jessica Claire
This is a pen name for Jill Myles.
Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood.
She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a dirty joke in
just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little House on the
Prairie books should have been steamier.
After devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology
books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few books of her own -
stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations.
She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty, and she
loves nothing more than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed
together.
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