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Sunday, March 27, 2016

#Review #Excerpt Hunter by @BlaireDrake @InkSlingerPR

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.

REVIEW - 4 Stars

4 stars!

This was a first read for my by Blaire Drake and I have to say that I like her style of writing. This is a mafia story that I think she did very well with, especially if this is her first dabble in it. 

One night when Alexandria's mom wakes her up and tells her it is time to go and to just follow her, she did just that. Alexandria knew that her mother was "Queen of the Romano Mafia" and her father the "King", but she had no idea how far her father would go to repay some of his debts he owed. When Alexandria's mother explained to her that her father had sold her to pay a debt, she knew why they had left in the middle of the night and not let but one person know what was going on. Darien helped Alexandria and her mother escape and fake their death so that her father would never be able to find them. For years, things were just Alexandria, her mother and Darien. They were perfectly content with that too!

When Alexandria's mother came down with cancer, she lost her battle leaving Alexandria in the care of Darien. Alexandria is a very strong willed young lady and is in college now. When Gaige comes to tell her that he heard from others that her father knows that she is alive now, Alexandria makes up her mind that she is not going to let him win and she is going to take back her family name for herself! A night or two after Alexandria got the news from Gaige, Hunter (a childhood frined of Alexandria's) shows up and has been put on the mission to get rid of Alexandria by her own father. When Hunter slips in Alexandria's home and slips up on her, he has the opportunity to kill her, but he also remembers the promise that he made to her years ago. He was her protector, he can't kill her! So, when Alexandria and Hunter start talking, the realize that they still have the same feelings for each other as they used to. Hunter will stop at nothing to protect Alexandria. He has always been like that and always will. But, who can Alexandria trust? She is all confused as to who is actually on her side. 

When Alexandria and Hunter escape from her regular house and make their way closer to where her father is, they go through lots of trials on their own, but they also don't let anything hold them back. Alexandria is determined to take care of her father once and for all, herself! When Alexandria comes face to face with her father, will she be able to make the right decision? 

This story was well written and the characters were very well developed and thought out! I am glad that I got the chance to read this story by Blaire Drake and I look forward to what she comes up with next!

*Review by Melanie H


    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.


 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, HUNTER, is also a standalone novel that promises to be equally as taboo and sexy. 

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