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.
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Review
In the mafia, family is everything; blood is the only thing that matters. For Adriana, though, her blood is exactly why she becomes a pawn in a power play, and for her safety, her mother, the mafia queen, hides her away from anyone who can harm her. But 10 years later, Adriana’s life is once again in jeopardy, and with her mother’s death, the only person she can trust is herself because the boy who had always protected her, cared for her, and fought her battles for her becomes the assassin whose been ordered to end her life, forcing both of them to figure out where his loyalty lies and if there’s anything left of the boy who loved her underneath the soulless monster that’s been created.
Hunter is a story of double crossing, lies, and manipulation – darkness and demons reign over all parts of the storyline, and it’s hard to tell who to trust and who’s willing to shoot you in the back. There’s a lot of history between the hunter and his prey that complicates not only Hunter’s mission but also the steps that need to be taken for Adriana to reclaim the empire that has always been hers.
Blaire Drake clearly illustrates Hunter’s tortured soul through his nightmares and fears. Being owned by a sadistic bastard and losing the one person who kept his heart alive turned Carlo into a cold-blooded killer. His demons run rampant and the only one who seems to quiet them is the one person he’s been told to kill. Hunter is a bit of a contradiction and the dual parts of his personality are showcased throughout the text as he makes decisions that both hurt and heal Adriana.
Adriana is definitely a strong heroine, and even though she hasn’t had many opportunities to prove her strength when she knows she no longer has a choice, but to reclaim her mother’s business by taking out her father, she shows exactly what she’s made of and why Mafioso Principessa is the perfect name to describe her.
While Adriana and Hunter’s relationship heats up throughout the text, the focus of the storyline is more on keeping Adriana alive and ending the reign of terror of her power hungry father. The suspense is written well, and it remains unclear who’s on whose side until all details are revealed, causing readers to be on edge as they work to figure out who Adriana can trust and if she’s going to make her father pay and her mother proud.
A complimentary copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
4 Poison Apples
Excerpt
He leaned forward and rested his mouth by my ear. “You still have time to make me stop. I meant it, Addy.” Two of his fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh, coming dangerously close to my wet pussy. “I don’t want to ruin you. I don’t play nice, but the second my mouth is on your cunt, I won’t be fucking playing at all.”
I turned my face toward his, and my lips brushed his jaw when I spoke. “Then don’t play.”
He pushed two fingers inside me, and I gasped at the sudden intrusion of my body. Heat rushed over me as he pumped them inside me and gripped the back of my neck. “You have until I reach ‘one’ to make me stop. Five.” He dragged his mouth down my neck. “Four.” His tongue circled my nipple, and he pressed his thumb against my clit. “Three.” He released my neck, licking down my stomach and dipping his tongue into my naval, falling back onto his knees, still bending forward. “Two.” His mouth hovered over my pussy, and he pulled his fingers from my me. “One and a half…”
I half-laughed, half-gasped as he dipped his fingers back inside me.
He grasped my ass with both hands and lifted my hips. “Fucking. One.” He slowly ran his tongue up the length of my pussy, from my ass to my clit.
I threw my arm over my eyes as he zoned in on my clit. Pleasure rocketed through me like waves as he worshipped that tiny spot, rolling his tongue over it again and again. I writhed against him as he fucked me with his mouth, bringing me close the edge before he pulled back and stretched his tongue inside my pussy inside.
I was mumbling incoherently. I didn’t know if I was begging for more, for the end, or if I was just pleading his name. The only thing I was sure I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop but he needed to stop right now.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” he rasped, his fingers tightening on my thighs like all his retraint was being channeled through his touch.
I nodded and waved toward my nightstand. I was the kind of girl who was prepared for every situation, and apparently having sex with my assassin was one of those.
The drawer slammed open and shut within seconds, and I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him. Hunter dropped his pants, and my throat went dry as he pulled down his boxers. The tip of his cock was just free when he noticed me watching him. His lips tugged up on one side, and the look in his eyes was heated and predatory, but amusement glinted, too.
“I thought you didn’t play.”
My words were a challenge, one that sobered him.
The smirk dropped, along with his boxers, and his cock sprung free from the constraints of the fabric. Desire hit me like a tidal wave as he ripped open the packet and pulled out the condom. He grabbed his long, hard cock in a firm grip and rolled on the protection.
I was never surer that a guy touching his own cock was the hottest fucking thing ever.
The second the condom was on fully, Hunter climbed back onto the bed over me and grabbed my hips. I half-laughed as he dragged me down to him, but he swallowed my giggle as he closed his mouth over mine.
He was inside me seconds later.
Author Bio
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 follo
wed 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.
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