Love those biscuits!
Genre: Military Romance, Erotica, Suspense
Book Length (Est.): 276 Pages
From the world of bad boys of Retribution MC comes a deliciously dangerous, scandalously sexy, four part series!
Fight to win.
Fight to survive.
Fight for love?
Let’s face it. I’ve got a bad rep with the ladies. I’m a rough-talking, smooth-loving, international playboy—yeah right, whatever—and an X-Ops specialist. Sure, I’m hiding a secret or two. Who isn’t? That’s the least of my concerns when I’m called in to lead an infiltrate-and-retrieve mission.
I’ve got my head in the game—the one firmly attached to my shoulders. An American embassy overseas is under siege, and I’m expecting to rescue the ambassador and his daughter, a stereotypical geeky damsel in distress, Matilda Lawless.
Caught in the crossfire between explosive danger and wild desire, I’m in for the shock of my life.
I’m not looking for any man to save me. I’m pretty damn capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much. I have a successful career and was practically born and bred on a gun range, even if I can’t bake a perfect biscuit to save my life like a good southern woman should.
But there’s just something about that hardcore operative called Justice. He’s haunted and lonely, and I know that pain inside and out. It doesn’t hurt one little bit he’s been blessed with more than his fair share of good looks, plus a body that would make any red-blooded woman drool.
Barricaded inside the embassy, under my father’s shrewd eyes, I intend to have Justice no matter how many times he says he’s not good enough. I see the way he watches me. With dirty, sexy, hungry lust.
Fighting is what Justice does. Now I need him to fight for me.
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
Bad Boys of X-Ops—four part series:
Storm: Coming soon
Bane: Coming soon
*I received an ARC of this book free from the author in exchange for an honest review*
Justice isn’t just the “pretty boy” he’s known as. He’s a wiz with computers, top of his game with the x-ops, and underneath all of his sexy tough exterior he’s really a sweetheart.
“Get ready to embrace the suck, marine.”
Tilly is a firecracker. She’s a lot tougher than she looks and has no problem standing up to those who think otherwise. She was belittled once, she won’t be again that’s for sure.
Their relationship is awkward and yet intense at the same time. He’s there with his x-ops brothers to rescue her and her father, but when their mission gets complicated beyond all reason they’re forced to remain in the bunker together. It’s impossible to hide from something you want when you can’t escape it…or in this case her.
“Christ. You threw biscuit dough at me and nearly took my head off.”
Justice puts you smack dab in the middle of a war zone, sucked into the pages, and waiting for that moment when stubbornness wanes and passion ignites. Oh and when that moment happens…HOT DAMN!
I don’t want to give anything away, but I loved the way this book played out. The beginning is so intense that it was nice getting a little sweetness mixed in.
My Favorite ‘Hold My Breath’ Moment: Justice always tries to do the right thing, but when crosses the line he does so like a raging bull. But when he gets so carried away he fails to notice something incredibly important, he’ll never forgive himself. I could feel his pain with every breath I took.
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“You better learn not to order me around, girl.” I glanced at my gun, knowing the weapon was useless against her, but the one rearing up between my thighs was more than ready to blast off.
I was in no position to fuck the ambassador’s daughter.
Tilly pulled out her own chair and scraped it across the floor to face mine. She sat down with equal purpose and threw her softly rounded chin forward.
“And you best learn not to call me girl.”
“Oh I had, huh?” My voice was rougher and steelier.
“That’s right.” Tilly stared at me with absolutely no fear, her eyes a snapping glittering green.
When I didn’t utter a single word, she tossed back her hair and said, “That’s what I thought. Big tough soldier boy isn’t really that tough at all.”
Damn her. She’d provoked the wrong man.
My hands snaked forward lightning fast, and I gripped her by the bare ankles. I hauled her feet to my thighs, real close to where I was hard and throbbing for her.
Her lips popped open in a gasp.
With my face close to touching hers, I meted out, “You better watch who you tease, little girl. And I’m a marine.”
“You don’t scare me.” She threw the challenge back at me.
“That’s your first mistake.” Reaching forward, I grasped her hips and dragged her easily onto my lap. “No idea who or what you’re playing with.”
Her daring fled, but only because sudden desired rushed between us.
Her eyes grew heavy. Mine fastened to her tits rising and falling. She lifted her arms to my shoulders, settling closer, warmer, softer. I skimmed my hands from her hips around to her ass, kneading her through thin denim.
Tilly’s head fell back as she exhaled. The noise was a moan of breath, one that heated my skin.
I wanted to kiss her neck. Wind my fingers through her hair. Slant a hard ruthless kiss on her softly opened lips.
None of that could happen.
From where one of her hands draped around my shoulder, I drew it to my shorts. I placed her fingers on my cock through the nylon now stretched almost sheer by the weight of my dick.
She looked down, squeezing the solid length.
“Fuck.” My nostrils flared, and I felt like I was looking at her through a veil of lust so goddamn strong the whole residence could explode and I wouldn’t even notice.
She drew her fingers up my cock and, finding the flared ridge, toyed with head.
My breath ranged hard in my chest—deeper, louder, like it was scraping out of my throat because the hoarse groan would be so loud someone would definitely come running.
But I wasn’t about to bail on this yet, not until I’d made my point crystal fucking clear.
“That’s cock. Big thick cock and I’d fuck you in two on this floor without even asking your name if this was any other circumstance.” I spoke with no finesses. Just rough unrefined need.
I had no time for relationships or romance.