Keri Lake continues to keep me at the edge of my seat with this third installment. The story is utterly addictive and, once again, filled with suspense and action. It’s dark, gritty, sexy, entertaining and I’ve read it in one sitting.
“Tell me, Dylan. How does it make you feel knowing that I kill men, viciously and violently, but I haven’t killed you?”
This third episode, like its predecessor, picks up right where the last one ends. Dylan and Ripley’s unconventional relationship continues. Both of them have changed since they have met. Dylan knows she should stay away from Ripple since he’s a killer and Rip loves testing her at every turn. As much as he wants to, Ripley can’t stay away from Dylan. Not anymore, not when she gets under his skin like no other.
“A woman like that is dangerous for a man like me, but letting her go is no longer an option. I can’t decide if she’s a nightmare or a dream. All I know is that I want more of it. More of her.
We find out more information about the two main characters’ pasts in this installment. Both Dylan and Ripley are f@cked-up in an intriguing kind of way and both of their portrayals are fantastically written. Dylan is a smart, rebellious heroine I truly liked. As for Ripple…holy hotness…the man is dangerous and vabsolutely captivating.
I loved this third installment. Everything is so well done and engaging. The story-line is entertaining, the characters are enthralling and the writing is simply fabulous. The relationship between the two main characters is wonderfully done. Their connection is raw and powerful. Once again, the sex scenes between these two are sexy as f@ck.
“When he rocks into me, all I can do is feel. Feel everything. His hands on my hips that keep me in place. His eyes that hold me captive. His dick that pumps in and out of me so good, I want to cry. I feel the full weight of Ripley pressing into me, pushing me to the edge. I want to stay in this place forever.”
All in all, this third installment is simply awesome – gripping, with a well-developed plot and engaging characters. If you love dark and twisted reads, you don’t want to miss this series. Trust me on this!
“We’re fucked up— two wrongs that somehow make a right.”
I sit on the edge of the bathtub, breathing through my nose to keep from throwing up whatever’s left in my stomach. An incessant tremble runs beneath my skin, stirring up nausea in my gut.
“It just … came out of nowhere. I felt sick.” The glass of water passed to me diverts my attention, and I glance up at Ripley’s massive form looming over me, arms crossed. “That smell. Something about the smell on your hands.”
“Were you cleaning something?” I take a small sip of the water, nervous that I might not be able to keep it from coming back up.
“Blood,” is all he says, as if I’m not supposed to ask.
To hell with that. I’d rather talk about what he did than focus on my embarrassment, because I have no explanation for why I freaked out.
“I could really use the distraction right now.” Dropping my shoulders, I sigh. “Humor me?”
His jaw shifts, and maybe I wasn’t supposed to ask him about his work. Maybe it’s all classified or the hitman equivalent. Whatever. I know Ripley’s not a good man. That he does bad things. But I’ve come to the understanding that no one in the underbelly is good. So I really don’t give a shit if I’m not supposed to ask.
“I killed a man.” His eyes are trained on me—one blue and one hazel, neither of them so much as flinching with his confession.
The line of tension that stiffens his shoulders sags, and he smiles down at me. “Is that where we’re at now, Bandit? You’re so comfortable around me to ask the details of my kills?”
“You don’t have to give me details.” I don’t even realize I’m fidgeting until I look down to see the red streak where I’ve scratched my knuckles.
“Shot him. Square in the skull.”
I keep my gaze glued to my hands, imagining the scenario. Ripley’s big menacing body standing over the man who begs for his life. Horrible. Yet somehow it takes me away from whatever nightmare I suffered moments ago. “Did you burn him with acid?”
“No. He was a merciful kill.”
“Merciful? Are any of them worth mercy?” The sneer in my voice takes me by surprise and tipping my head back, I just catch the shake of his head. “If you were going to kill me, how would you do it?”
Ignoring my question, he jerks his head toward the glass of water in my hand. “Are you feeling better?”
My cheeks warm with embarrassment, and I’m glad he doesn’t answer. It was a stupid question. “Yeah. It went away.”
“What exactly was it?”
The nervous vibration still skitters along my bones, but I shrug. “I wish I knew. Ripley? Are you going to throw me out?”
“Why are you asking that?”
“Because you’ve … not asked me for anything. Is the deal off?” I lodge my fingers though my hair, gripping tight to my skull. Teetering on the line of sobriety has fucked with my head and I’ve become deathly afraid of what I’d do for those pills outside of these walls. “I know I screwed up with the drugs. And I wasn’t … I didn’t want to steal from you. But I can’t go back on the streets. I can’t. I already know I’ll die out there. I don’t know what was up with the bleach, but it has nothing to do with drugs. I promise.”
A good ten seconds of silence follows before he says, “Deal’s not over yet.”
About the Author:
Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan. By day, she tries to make use of the degrees she’s earned in science. By night, she writes dark contemporary, paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction on the many occasions distraction sucks her into the Land of Shiny Things.
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