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322 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 6, 2015
“She giggled. Marc was pretty sure he'd never heard that sound come out of her before – it was like finding out a bobcat could giggle. Bizarre.”
“That woman will fuck your world up. She looks like a pin up, fucks like a porn star, and fights like Tyson.”
“When a person met Marc for the first time, the only words that ever come to mind was “ROUGH”.” Lily


“One of the worst cities in the world, and here was an auburn goddess with rosy skin and a lavender scent.” Marc

“He grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.” Marc

“She grabbed the straps of his vest and yanked him even closer, sliding her tongue into his mouth before he could make that move first.” Lily










I don't want to have to hurt her, but I will. I don't want to have to kill her, but I will.
But sometimes nasty things can come in pretty packages. Lily herself was proof of that.

So much trouble. So many rocks. Such little rocks.


"We don't have to be these people anymore."








"Quite the night, Marcelle De Sant. Gangs, cannibals, diamonds, killings, running for your life. I'm surprised you had any stamina left for me,"

"Why is everything a fucking battle with you? I feel like I need to constantly be kicking your ass just to get anything I want,"






Whew....let me take a breath for a moment here…….This book left me feeling like I had just watched a Quentin Tarentino movie….oh, Mr T…..you could turn this story into a beyond amazing movie!!!
I fell in love with Lily from the start. A kick-ass heroine that drew me in with her smartness, toughness and her resourcefulness. She’s gutsy and self-reliant and takes care of herself and the baddies too. A take-charge woman.
“Just you wait, Marcelle De Sant. I’ll be the best anyone in this business has ever seen. Just you fucking wait.”She’s sexy and adventurous and not afraid to make the first move……
This is also a woman with a lot of baggage….She has spent the last five years on a mission to revenge and kill the man responsible for her sister’s death, and nothing will stand in her way to accomplish that.
"Marc was all rough sexiness, five o'clock shadow and gritted teeth, his presence filling a room like a bomb blast.
“Kingsley was smoothness personified, with gel in his hair, and a suit under all his black gear. He was well groomed and had stormy blue eyes and fair skin, a sharp jaw and broad shoulders, complimented by perfect pearly teeth and a perfect pearly smile. His presence was sharp, like a knife."
Fellow mercenary and friend, he’s the only person that Marc trusts and who he sees as a friend. I loved this character. He’s undeniably unforgettable. He’s like a breath of fresh air amid the chaos. He lightens up tense and dangerous situations that relieve you from dark to light.

"Why is everything a fucking battle with you? I feel like I need to constantly be kicking your ass just to get anything I want," – Marc

”Yesterday, we were ready to kill each other. Tonight, we just had sex for two hours straight. What’s tomorrow? Pistols ad dawn?”



He whispered more words in her ear, words she’d never heard before, in a voice she always wanted to hear. He was gentle with her, in a way he’d never been before, with a touch she could learn to live for. And as he breathed life into her veins and new thoughts into her mind and different feelings into her soul, there was just one phrase repeating itself in her head.
“… we don’t have to be these people anymore …”
“The were destined for two very different paths.”
“…that woman will f*ck your world up. She looks like a pin up, f*cks like a porn star, and fights like Tyson.”
“Tell me what do, Marc, I’ve been making decisions for too long. Have they all been wrong? Tell me what do.”
“I made promises to yesterday. I can’t start giving away my tomorrows.”
They were like magnets, fighting against each other one minute, then stuck together the next. Whatever it was, it was tangible, and powerful, and very real, and very present. He was the first person to ever make her question her plan. To ever make her wonder if maybe revenge wasn’t the answer.
“… we don’t have to be these people anymore …”

"Never be scared. I never want you to be scared, ever again,"
"... we don't have to be these people anymore ..."













She remembered their night together, remembered the way he'd reacted to her. He certainly hadn't faked his hard on. He hadn't faked fucking her like he needed to do it to breathe. He liked her body, he liked her face. He liked how she moved. Maybe she could use that to her advantage. She stopped struggling against his hold, letting herself relax against his legs. She rubbed her shoulders back and forth against his lap.
“Look. I'm sure we could work something out. I can make it really worth your while, if you just walk away,” she told him. She tried to keep her voice soft, tried not to glare.
“Really?” he questioned her, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
“We had fun, Marc. Why not have some more fun?”

"You'll come back for me," she whispered.
"I never want to be away from you," he whispered, dropping to his knees in front of her. "But I have to do this."
"Always careful, sweetheart. Take it easy out there. Africa isn't kind," he warned her.
She turned away from him. "Neither am I."
His teeth kept moving, clamping down on her bottom lip hard enough to hurt. She cried out and pulled away from him, but he moved his hand to her neck, holding her in place. As his fingers pressed down around her windpipe, she raised her knees up, rubbing her thighs together.
"Ready to play rough, Princess?" he breathed against her lips.
She smiled up at him. "I thought you'd never ask."
