HUNTER by Blaire Drake has a brand
new cover, and I am telling you that I am totally judging this book by its
cover because whoa. Her newly covered book will release March 28th,
and you bet I am getting it that day.
I won’t show you the full cover just yet
because I want to tease you with the synopsis first so you can fall in love
with it along with the cover!
SYNOPSIS
Born into blood, I was a mafia princess. Raised in hiding, I was a
Californian sweetheart.
The day my father sold my thirteen year old body to pay off a five year
old debt was the day my mother stole me in the dead of night. She protected me
as she was supposed to.
My father may have been the king, but my mother was the queen.
The mafia blood was hers.
That was ten years ago. Now… the devil was on the loose.
Carlo ‘Hunter’ Rosso was my father’s right hand man and the boy I’d loved
since I could tie my own shoelaces. He was always the most ruthless and the
most deadly of all the children.
He’d thought I was dead until the day his assignment was given: Kill
Adriana and Alexandria Romano. Kill the princess, and definitely kill the
queen.
What he didn’t know was that the queen was dead, and the princess had
taken her throne.
Blood didn’t lie. It smeared, distorted, stained. But it didn’t lie.
My father was going to learn the hard way that the empire he’d stolen
belonged to me.
And so did Carlo ‘Hunter’ Rosso.
This book had me at “mafia princess”, and I don’t think I
ever added a book to my “To Be Read list” on Goodreads so fast in a while. I
cannot wait until I can get my hands on this book because it sounds like a book
that was made for me.
Now to reveal the eye-catching and drool worthy cover! Ready?
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BAM!
Let us just take a moment and calm our racing hearts.
I don’t know about you, but if I just saw this cover in
passing at the bookstore I would pick it up so fast I would get whiplash.
Ripped men with tattoos are my weakness.
Now that you are understandably
foaming at the mouth for more about this book, here is an excerpt that you
should read at your own risk. Hearts will race, I assure you.
EXCERPT
“Staying, are you? Figure it's easier to kill me in my
sleep?”
Once again, he rubbed his hand across his face. He said
nothing.
“Trying to work out whose life is worth more, right? Mine is
probably worth a lifetime of comfort for you. Kill me and everyone's happy,
right? My pathetic excuse for a father gets to keep his empire and you're taken
care of for life.”
He looked at me, and his expression was a little tortured. I
was being harsh. I knew that. But I needed to be. It was easier to provoke him
and be angry with him than give in to the horrible ache that had settled in my
heart.
“Adriana...” Weak. The word was weak.
I wanted to ignore the indecision on his face, but I
couldn't.
He was considering it.
He really was.
I scoffed quietly at him and grabbed the gun from the coffee
table. His mask and gloves fell to the floor, but he made no move to pick them
up. The safety was on the gun, and I held it out to him. “Here. Take it. I
don't care, Hunter. I don't have much of a life here in hiding anyway.”
He didn't even look at the gun. His silvery gaze never left
mine. I wished he would look away, because in that gaze, I saw the Hunter I knew.
The boy who once ripped his favorite shirt to stem the bleeding when I fell and
cut my leg, then proceeded to carry me home. The boy who offered to pee on my
foot when I got stung by a jellyfish in Mexico on vacation when I was seven.
The boy I loved before I knew what love even was.
“You're weak, Hunter,” I whispered. Slowly, I turned the gun
back to me and touched the barrel to my temple the way he did earlier. His jaw
clenched when my thumb edged toward the safety, and when my finger moved to
hook around the trigger, he moved.
He was like a lightning bolt. He came at me like a flash,
snatched the gun from my hand, and dropped it on the sofa. It bounced but
stayed on the seat, and then he turned on me with blazing eyes. “Don't,” he
ground out, his arms tensing and looking even bigger. “Don't ever fucking put
that to your head again.”
“Why? I was saving you the job.”
The words had barely left my lips when he pounced on me. It
was deadly, the way his hands clasped my face and his mouth descended on mine.
I staggered back into the wall, gasping at the ferocity of his movement. Shock
paralyzed me as he kissed me harshly. His tongue ran along the seam of my
mouth, and as I fisted the sides of his shirt, I bit his lower lip.
A low growl left his throat, but he didn't relent. He just
kissed me harder. He kissed me until I was fucking spinning and could barely
string two thoughts together. Until my whole body was alight with his touch and
responding to his every movement.
He tasted like whiskey. The strong, rich taste that lingered
on his lips was heady and only added to the intoxicating way he touched me.
And then... It hit me. He was touching me. Kissing me.
Twenty minutes ago, he could have
killed me.
I mean, how can you NOT want to read this book? It seems like
it has everything from danger and adventure to romance to everything else that
makes a book fun and exciting.
You can add it to Goodreads now!
Also check
out the preorder links too where you can preorder HUNTER for $0.99 now!
About the
Author
Blaire Drake
is a pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling author who wanted to think
outside her box and write the kind of things that would shock even them. She
loves taboo romance and pushing boundaries in her work. She also enjoys long
walks on the beach at sunset, as long as it’ll be followed by a good, old-fashioned
spanking right after.
DEAR
PROFESSOR is her debut standalone novel, and her next book, PRETTY PORNSTAR, is
also a standalone novel that promises to be equally as taboo and sexy.
You can
connect with Blaire online at:
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