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356 pages, Paperback
First published February 23, 2016









“If Naz taught me anything, it's that sometimes coincidences aren't really coincidences.
Sometimes they're orchestrated.”

“…the sound of her laughter, of her happiness, does to me something nothing else can.
It cuts straight through my darkness.
With her, I almost feel light.”
“Naz is the kind of guy that, once he walks into your world, he throws it off its axis, so even if he walks back out, nothing spins the same anymore.”
"You love a sinner. If anything, that makes you a saint."
“Tomorrow isn't a guarantee. Nothing is promised. So today? Seize the Day.”







“Life is what it is. You can’t escape it...You love a sinner. If anything, that makes you a saint.”

"Out only means I can sit on the sidelines, waiting until I get called back into the game. And they’ve been calling for me, pretty incessantly, both teams. So I’m out, yeah, which means I’m reluctantly still in.” Naz

“Naz is the kind of guy that, once he walks into your world, he throws it off its axis, so even if he backs out, nothing spins the same anymore. I love him...with every fiber of my being.” Karissa

“He fuck me like he’s sprinting towards a finish line, the bang-bang-bang of my body hitting the counter amplified in the otherwise silent house. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“If my wife gets hurt in any way, I’ll kill you, and I can promise it won’t be merciful.”


“It’s the kind of love I can’t imagine ever living without. It’s raw and real, and it’s our. It’s our. It goes on forever.” Karissa












"You see, when a king is killed, anarchy reigns as the next strongest male steps up to take his place."


"The man is an enigma. A beautiful, sometimes terrifying puzzle that I'm still piecing together, little by little."Target on Our Backs picks up directly after Torture to Her Soul. Karissa and Naz are now married, and both are focused on each other. Naz has made every effort to become a better man for Karissa. Karissa is still in school and trying to juggle studying, cooking, and being married to a "monster". The relationship between the two is more open than it has ever been.
"The minute I convince her I'm never going to kill her, suddenly she's the one trying to intimidate me."

"It's only a matter of time before he comes for me. Before he wants me. Whoever he is..."

"You don't need me to treat you like royalty to know what you mean to me. I can fuck you like this, fuck you like you're nothing and you still know you're everything to me."Told in dual POV, Target on Our Backs was an excellent addition to this series. I found myself giddy over the married couple. Their development has been quite a journey throughout the series, and I have enjoyed watching them grow. The action and steam in this read are a perfect concoction. Although certain elements of the plot were slightly predictable, the tension rising throughout the action kept me on high alert for the entire read. The dialogue is quite witty and the natural banter between Karissa and Naz was addictive and extremely humorous. Naz's fierce love for Karissa goes above and beyond the standard "alpha male" category. I would say Naz is in a category all of his own. Additionally, the story arc was well developed and I was beyond pleased with the ending. Dare I say, I would happily read more of these two together? Yes! Yes, I would!
"But just because you call me a good guy doesn't mean I am one. It just means I've sufficiently Stockholm'ed you."

"Don't tell me something happened to her not unless you want the world to burn."












I look at him incredulously. "She did it to herself."
“Uh, yeah," he says. "She kicked out the car window."
“She kicked out the car window."
“And the glass, it shattered. Cut her, I guess. She was fighting us, you know? Wasn't anything I could do about it. Like I said... she did it to her—"
Before the guy can finish saying 'herself', Lorenzo reacts, reaching into his waistband and pulling out his gun.
BANG
A single shot, right to the temple, lights up the basement. It blows his fucking head apart. The guy drops instantly.
Karissa lets out a scream, startled, and I pull her to me tightly, holding her as I glare at Lorenzo. "Was that necessary?"
“Of course," he says, slipping the gun back away. "All I heard was blah blah blah I didn't follow instructions so just kill me already. Why? What did you hear?"
“That you're a lunatic."
Karissa tenses. She's terrified.
But Lorenzo? He laughs.
“Because even with everything that has happened, God help me, I do love him. I love him more than I ever though possible”
“Not sure how many times I have to tell you… I’m not a good man, Karissa, and try as I might, I probably never will be”
“I’ll always come for you. The … devil himself couldn’t stop me”
“The man owns me. He consumes me. Every part of me was made for every part of him. It’s the kind of love I can’t imagine every living without. It’s raw, and real, and it’s ours”
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❝I'll always come back for you.❞
❝There's something about the way he enters, a chill in the air, a heat in the stare, tells me Naz is here.❞
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❝But the sound of her laughter, of her happiness, does to me something nothing else can. It cuts straight through my darkness. With her, I almost feel light.❞
❝I love you, Naz.❞
❝Not as much as I love you.❞
❝Pfft, yeah right.❞ I let go of the necklace. ❝I don't think that's humanly possible.❞













"Through every dark night, there's a brighter day."


"Was that necessary?"
"Of course," he says, slipping the gun back away. "All I heard was blah blah blah I didn't follow instructions so just kill me already . Why? What did you hear?"
"That you're a lunatic."

14. reading
“You’re beautiful, even when you’re not smiling.”
“Because I belong to you now.”
“No, because you belong with me. I decided to keep you that day, for better or for worse.”
“Maybe,” he repeats, pausing in front of the dresser, opening up the top drawer. Every muscle inside of me freezes up, my stomach in knots when he pulls out a thick leather belt. He wraps it around his fist as he turns back to me.
The look is on his face.
That look.
It has been a while since I’ve seen it, since he’s looked at me that way. Since he let his guard down and let the monster come out to play.
It’s thrilling.
Titillating.
Terrifying.
“I was going to take it easy on you,” he says, his voice low. “Lay you down on the bed and worship you, all day and all night. Kiss and caress every inch of you. Taste you with my tongue until you can’t take anymore. And then I was going to give it to you, deep and slow... make you come over and over again, until all you can do is whimper, cry my name.” His free hand, the one not clutching the belt, slowly ghosts along the front of my body, his fingertips brushing against my flushed skin. He runs the hand along my breasts before settling on my chest, over my heart. “You like it that way, don’t you? Like when I make you feel all of my love.”...“And I was going to love you right, remind you what it feels like to be cherished, to be idolized, to be treated like the queen you are. I was going to make serious love to you, baby.” I let out a shaky breath, and before I can even inhale again, his hand shifts. It’s a split second, barely a blink. His hand is around my neck, tightly squeezing, as he yanks me toward him, flush against him. “But now I think I’ll just fuck you instead.”
“You fucking love this, too, don’t you? You don’t need me to treat you like royalty to know what you mean to me. I can fuck you like this, fuck you like you’re nothing, and you still know you’re everything to me.”
“Don’t do it,” I say, my voice cracking, interrupting him.
Don’t you do it.
Don’t you say it.
Don’t make a notification over the phone.
Don’t make a notification, period, because I refuse to believe you need to notify me about anything. Tell me this is all a mistake, tell me you just happened upon her phone, but don’t you tell me the one thing… the one fucking thing… a homicide detective would notify someone for.
“Don’t tell me something happened to her,” I say, “not unless you want the world to burn.”
“I’ll always come for you. The fucking devil himself couldn’t stop me. It’ll just be a few hours, morning at the latest. I promise you, I’ll be back.”
“You love a sinner. If anything, that makes you a saint.”
“You were a lot more submissive before I married you.”
“You know I like it when you struggle.”
“Back… before… I would’ve just dragged you right back. But now, if you walk away from me, I suppose I just hope I don’t miss you.”
“You hope you don’t miss me?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think it would be a problem. After all, I’m a pretty good shot.”
A voice in the back of my mind tells me to stop her, reminds me she doesn’t belong on her knees, reminds me that after everything I’ve done, I should be the one worshiping her. She deserves it. But her mouth is on me before I can say anything, her lips wrapping around my cock as she takes me in, and I forget.
She’s staring at me again.
When did this woman get so fearless?
My natural instinct is to deny her, not because I think it might be tampered with, but because it frankly sounds disgusting. But I’m turning over a new leaf here, and I’ve already ended up at a fast food restaurant with my wife in her pajamas.
Why not humor her?
“I married you, so it’s sort of your job to give me a hard time.”
“He’s good looking… like, really good looking. I’m talking cover of GQ kind of good looking. It’s like, wow…”
“If you’re trying to get me to kill him, all you have to do is ask.”
Gasping, I elbow Naz. “Not funny. I would never. I’m just saying…”
“You’re saying he’s good looking.” He waves me off, like he doesn’t really care what I think about the guy’s looks, but I can tell by his expression that he does. Holy shit, is that jealousy I see? “Like I said, it’s all about perception.”
“Yeah, it is,” I agree quietly. “And yeah, he’s good looking, but he’s almost too good looking, you know? And he’s smart, and nice… really nice… generous…”
His tone is clipped as he cuts in. “I get the picture, Karissa.”
A smile tugs my lips. Definitely jealous.
“I’m the same man I always was. Just a little less preoccupied with murder.”
I walk out, and all I hear is laughter… loud, carefree laughter. Shaking my head, I can’t help the smile that fights to break free. It’s completely ridiculous. It’s probably the most absurd few minutes of my life. But the sound of her laughter, of her happiness, does to me something nothing else can.
It cuts straight through my darkness.
With her, I almost feel light.
He turns toward me right away, and all at once I can see the tension leave his shoulders as relief replaces it. Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so uncomfortable.
“But just because you call me a good guy doesn’t mean I am one. It just means I’ve sufficiently Stockholm’ed you.”
Her gaze meets mine, and I watch as the rage fades away, melting straight to that goddamn heartbreak.
I hate it.
I hate seeing it.
But fuck, she’s beautiful.
Happy. Sad. Angry. Terrified.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
She’s beautiful because she’s strong.
Beautiful because she’s fierce.
Beautiful because, even when I hesitated, she didn’t.
She fought.
She fought hard.
And goddamn if that’s not beautiful to me…
My breath hitches. Oh God.
“I love that sound. It’s the best music in the world.”
I just press a kiss to her forehead before walking out.
Places to go.
People to see.
Blood to spill.



"You love a sinner. If anything, that makes you a saint."
The fucking boy band.Bahahahaha!!!
I silence it, pressing the button on the side, just to stop the annoying blaring. Karissa's face is plastered on the screen, and as much as I hate doing it, I ignore her call.
Now's not the time for it.
Slipping the phone back away, I glance at Lorenzo. His eyes are wide, the orange halfway to his mouth like he's forgotten about everything else for the moment.
"Was that...?" He gapes at me. "What was that? Do I even want to know?"
"No," I admit, "you don't."
"Don't tell me something happened to her," I say, "not unless you want the world to burn."
"You fucking love this, too, don't you?" he asks, his voice low, strained. "You don't need me to treat you like royalty to know what you mean to me. I can fuck you like this, fuck you like you're nothing, and you still know you're everything to me."
"I'll always come for you," I tell her. "The fucking devil himself couldn't stop me."



“But it's always a possibility, every time somebody leaves, that it might be the last time you ever see them. It might be the last time they grace your world.”

“He makes love to me then, like only Naz can, alternating between slow and deep and rough and hard, sending me into a tailspin. It's a breath-catching, skin-slapping, soul-capturing kind of love. The man owns me. He consumes me. Every part of me was made for every part of him. It's the kind of love I can't imagine ever living without. It's raw, and real, and it's ours.”



