Published by Self-published Genres: Mafia, Romance
Format: eARC
I’m a soldier. A killer. The Russian Elite.
She’s a mafia princess. A job. A runaway bride.
My business is death, however, I find myself manipulated into becoming a glorified babysitter to Adelina Ricci. She’s spoiled, naive, reckless, and yet she see’s parts of me I didn’t know existed. Makes me want things I had never even imagined. I will protect her from everything, but I can’t save her from me— that damage is already done.
A lethal knight. A rebellious pawn. A lie that will ruin them both.
Loathe me or love me?
Renee’s Five Star Review;
I received a copy of this book from the publisher/author to review for Stephanie’s Book Reports.
I am a soldier. A killer. The Russian Elite. She’s a mafia princess. A job. A runaway bride. My business is death, however, I find myself Manipulated into becoming a glorified babysitter to Adelina Ricci. She’s spoiled, naive, reckless and yet she see’s parts of me I didn’t know existed. Makes me want things I had never even imagined. I will protect her from everything, but I can’t save her from me — that damage is already done. A lethal knight. A rebellious pawn. A lie that will ruin them both. Loathe me or love me?
I was so excited to have this book in my hands. I just knew that it was going to be amazing and it was and so much more. This story is best enjoyed if you read The Killer’s Duet first. Una and Nero play a huge part in this book and things that happened in that book affect this one. You also will have met Sasha in that book and know exactly who he is. He is living his life, doing his thing by completing along with Una the contracts that they have. He has heard of the Ricci family but when the oldest sister comes knocking on Nero’s door for help he all but tells Sasha he has to protect the youngest daughter from marrying a man she had no idea her father had promised her to. They chase is on. There are twists and turns and shocking things happening. Just like you expect from a LP Lovell book. I will tell you to hold on to your heart because it is going to drop to your feet sat the end of this book. What a cliffhanger. I hope we don’t have to wait long for the next book I have to know what is going to happen with Adelina Ricci and of course what Nero is going to do. It is going to be so epic. Grab this book and get ready to not be able to put it down.
EXCERPT:
“I know you heard that,” he says.
“Heard what?”
“Your footsteps are like a heard of elephants.” My gaze snaps to his and I glare. “I know you were listening.”
“You’re just going to let Gabi offer herself up.”
He inhales a deep breath, his broad chest rising and falling. “Your sister isn’t my problem. She contracted me to protect you, not her.”
I frown. “Wait, my father didn’t contract you?” Whatever slight imitation of an expression was on his face vanishes. “I want to speak to him.”
“If you wish to speak to Gabriella, that can be arranged.”
“What? Fine. Let me speak to her.” I hold my hand out for the phone, and he straightens away from the wall, moving past me to the kitchen.
“I’ll arrange it.”
“You literally just spoke to her!”
“Yes.”
“So call her back,” I shout after him.
He ignores me and starts banging around, pulling out various pots and pans from the kitchen cabinets. “Sasha.” Still nothing. I get up and go in the kitchen. His back is to me as he turns on the stove. “Sasha.”
Still he ignores me, and my temper spikes. Anger and frustration at his blatant inability to give a shit bubble over in a red hot torrent. Stepping forward, I grab his arm with the intention of forcing his attention. I get a lot more than just his attention though. The second my palm makes contact with his skin, my back hits the wall and his hand slams around my neck. Those unsettling eyes are completely devoid. Blank. His grip tightens around my wind pipe, and I start to panic. He’s going to kill me. I slap over his forearm, my legs scrambling for purchase. “Sasha,” I manage to choke.
He blinks before finally focusing on me. A confused frown blankets his features, as though he can’t recall getting here. His grip loosens enough for me to suck in a deep breath, but he doesn’t release me. Instead, the tiny space between us closes, until his chest is plastered to mine, crushing my body. Warm breath fans over my face, and I twist my head to the side, avoiding that glacial gaze of his.
“I cannot decipher whether you are ignorant or simply stupid,” he says.
I try to buck away from the wall and he shoves me back so hard that my skull thuds against it. “Let go of me.”
His free hand grips my jaw in a bruising hold, forcing me to look at him. “I told you not to touch me, and yet here we are, Malyshka.”
“I want to talk to my sister.”
Those cold eyes sweep over me and a sickening shiver travels down my spine. I imagine he’s picturing snapping my neck. “What you want is of little consequence.” He shoves away from me, taking a deliberate step back. “You are insolent. Your childishness will be your downfall.”
The words cut far deeper than they should, and what little air is in my lungs, leaves in a rush. I turn and walk away without a word, rubbing over my aching throat. I have to get out of here and away from him. Though I know it’s a lot easier said than done. I feel like a mouse trying to wriggle out from under the paw of a lion. The odds are not in my favour.
Una
To many, I am little more than a myth. The Kiss of Death, a hired killer, revered by some of the greatest criminal organisations in the world. Trained by the bratva themselves, without conscience, without mercy, the perfect soldier. I’ll kill anyone… for a price. Death doesn’t discriminate, she sells to the highest bidder, but even I have a weakness.
Nero
I want one thing—power. But power is merely a game of strategy. The pieces are on the chess board. Death is my queen, and also my pawn. She’ll paint this city red in exchange for the one thing she wants. Now all I have to do is watch it all play out. She’s nothing more than a weapon, and yet, I find myself wanting to dance with death, to possess her. And I always get what I want.
A game of power. A risk that could cost her everything. An obsession that would see the world burn at their feet. A bloodied king. A broken queen.
Kill me or kiss me?
*Prequel to Kill Me*
At thirteen years old I was sold, doomed to become a sex slave.
Nicholai Ivanov, boss of the Russian Bratva, gave me the ultimate gift. He saved me from a fate worse than death. He promised to make me strong, because only the strong survive, and the weak die, forgotten and inconsequential.
I now live in a world of blood and violence, where humanity itself is a weakness. My life is not a battle of bad and good, but bad and worse. This is kill or be killed, survival of the fittest.
Make me or break me?
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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England.
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Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
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