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martes, 12 de marzo de 2019

The Empire strikes hot

Hi, book buddies :-) Were you eagerly awaiting the finale to The Bastard by Lisa Renee Jones? Yay, it's here!


MY OPINION

Intense, really intense.

This author knows how to pull tension from my guts and keep pulling until the very last word.

It's exhausting and demanding and I love it :-D

This is the third novel and the conclusion to a story that started with The Bastard and continued in the The Princess. The savant in Eric is out in the open for Harper to understand,  love and support. This woman is made for him, she's resilient and all on board with his peculiarities. As a couple, they're struggling with trust issues as much as with the secret enemies they have to uncover in the Kingston family.

It's a tangled mess of murderous conspiracies that had me glued to the tension of the plot. And the immense weight of Eric's demons can be felt like a ton of stones. I loved the deep connection between Eric and Harper, and also their fears wreaking havoc in their relationship.

I know they went through similar things in book 2, but here they reach a summit and I can't have enough of them, so I relished every tug, pull, pinch, push and thrust between them ;-)

I feel like these characters are raw and naked in this final book. We get to really see into their dark recesses. And there's this sense of threat that coats the air all throughtout the story until the very charged, ugly resolution. 

Once again, I found it fascinating to watch Eric's genius mind at work, how he deals with his condition and how he solves every challenge, now with the one woman by his side who loves him all the way. I think it's a solid, satisfying closure to their story, very intimate and passionate too. Nothing to complain about that juicy department ;-)




The third and final book in the Filthy Trilogy - Eric and Harper's stunning finale... 

 Passion. Lies. Family. Eric and Harper will feel the push and pull of a dynasty gone wrong. Secrets remain. Danger is everywhere. And the pull of their forbidden love will not be ignored. Can they survive their enemies and find a path to love and forever?

Amazon US → https://amzn.to/2D5IMvU
Amazon CA → https://amzn.to/2M4RugN
Amazon UK → https://amzn.to/2AGsUOO
BN → http://bit.ly/2SBAmSs

ENJOY AN EXCERPT


In life, there are people who touch our lives and leave lasting marks. There are people who cut us and do so in a way that we feel as if we might never heal. If we’re lucky, we find that one person who can soothe the ache of our wounds, if not heal them. That one person who sees our flaws as perfection. That one person who can make us whole again. Eric shoves me against the wall of that alcove, and with that window beside us, overlooking the city, his big body pressed to mine, his kiss not only devours me—it speaks to me. He’s my one person and I’m his. I feel that in his touch. I feel that in the way we connect. I taste it in his kiss. I don’t know where this leads us. I don’t know if it means we can overcome the Kingston family, but I know we can overcome his demons. He doesn’t, though. I taste that in his kiss as well. There is torment, a feeling like he’s bad for me. That he shouldn’t want me and the only comfort I find in this and where we’re headed is that he isn’t pushing me away—he’s pulling me closer. And I will hold him tighter. I sink into the hard lines of his body, slide my hands under his shirt, hard muscle flexing beneath my palms, the thick ridge of his erection pressed to my belly. God, how I want him, how I ache for more, and the next lick of his tongue just about undoes me. I tug on his shirt.

“Take it off,” I order, wanting to feel him closer. He reaches over his head and tugs it free and then fixes me in one of those scorching blue-eyed stares, the way he had the first night we met, and I’m melting right here in this office for him. He tugs my shirt over my head and unhooks the front of my bra, his gaze raking over my naked breasts, my nipples puckering beneath his inspection, and my sex clenching, empty, so very empty without him. “Better?” he challenges, his attention settling on my face. My hands come down on his upper arms, the jaguar on his right shoulder, reminding me just how much he wants to deny his heritage. It reminds me just how much this family burns him alive. “A little.” I slide my hands down his hips and boldly stroke the line of his zipper, the thick ridge of his erection. He groans, one of his hands covering my hand, the other hand catching my hair, a rough pull as his mouth closes down on mine again. And then he’s devouring me again and I love it. I love that I’ve drawn this deep, guttural reaction from him. I love that he’s all here with me, not in his own head, not doubting how good he is for me. Not swimming in the ocean of numbers in his head. Not in the hell of the Kingston family. This drives me. I want to push him. I want to keep him here, with me. I squeeze his erection through his pants and whisper, “Why aren’t you inside me already?”

 He turns me, pressing me to the wall like he had in the cottage, his big body wrapping my body, his hands on my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples, lips at my ear. “You were always sweeter than revenge,” he promises. “Always more addictive.” He plucks at my nipples. “So f*cking addictive and I hated you for that.” He reaches for my zipper and I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t have to ask what he means. I understand. From the moment we met, he was in my head, in my heart, his touch imprinted on my body. The man I compared all others to, and they came up short. “I hated you, too.” His hands press under the denim at my hips. He caresses them down my legs and then his arm is wrapping my waist and he’s lifting me. In a few quick moves, I’m naked and he’s standing at my hips, one palm possessively on my backside. The other on my belly. “Do you hate me now?” His fingers walk down to my sex and he cups me. “Yes.” I look at him. “I still hate you for having this much control over me.”

 He slides his fingers along the seam of my sex, sending sensations darting through my body. “Is that a bad thing?” he challenges, his palm squeezing my backside, his fingers slipping inside me. “Yes,” I say, panting my way through that one word and somehow adding, “Because when I look in your eyes, like I am now, I see expectations. The wrong ones.” He scowls and suddenly he’s turning me, pressing my back to the wall, his legs caging mine. “What does that mean?” he demands. “It means as long as you expect to hurt me, as long as you expect you being a savant, you being different from me, to make us less, we will be. It means, you expect us to fail and so we will.” I swallow hard, my hand planting on his chest, his heart thundering beneath my palm, pounding out an emotional beat. “You think I can’t handle who and what you are. You still think I’m the princess and you’re the bastard.” He tangles his fingers into my hair, his touch rough, erotic, as he drags my lips to his.

“We are the bastard and the princess, but I don’t care anymore. I want you. I f*cking need you. Do you understand me?” Heat rushes over me, through my body, over my skin and settles in my heart and my sex. “I f*cking need you, too.” “Good, because I might have asked you to stay, but I never intended to let you go. I’m not going to let you go. I’m not going to let us go.”


THE BASTARD (book one) - Available Now
THE PRINCESS (book two) - Available Now
THE EMPIRE (book three) - Available Now
BN → http://bit.ly/2SBAmSs

ABOUT THE MASTERMIND


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.

In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.

Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.


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