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Title: DEADLY RETALIATION (Twisted, Dark and Deadly #1)
Pub. Date: September 23, 2020
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My name is Adrien Dumortier. My best friend, James Leveritt, has just married the woman I love. That’s not the worst of it. She’s also pregnant with his child. To be fair, the man thinks I’m dead. He was supposed to rescue me from the clasps of my brother, but turned up ten minutes late, so had I not managed to get rid of the bomb that was strapped to my waist, I would now be dead. Thankfully, I am more resourceful than the bastard gave me credit for.
So, how do I get even with someone like that? Not face to face, that’s for sure. The man is black ops trained and knows more styles of martial arts than I know ice-cream flavors. No, I’m going to be a little underhand about this. I’m going to kidnap his sister. Then, I’m going to torture her until she’s screaming down the fucking phone and send him the video. Then, I’m going to mess with his wife.
Buckle up. It’s going to be quite a ride.
Deadly Retaliation is an intense dark romance suspense series. It features a bully alpha male special agent and a female assassin. They are involved in a underground world of organised crime and espionage. These books are dark and horribly twisted. You have been warned!
A bullet whizzes past me, embedding itself in the brick wall three centimeters away from my nose. It sends plaster dust flying in every direction, and I have to hold my breath to make sure I don’t choke on the fumes. There’s no way I’m making a sound. The woman who’s hell-bent on killing me would zero in on my position in a second, and I’m not about to give her that kind of advantage. She’s far too big for her boots as it is. She’s beaten me to the chase twice in the past month, and I’m damned if I’m letting it happen again. I can barely hold my head up in the office as it is.
Today, I’ve made a bet with one of my female colleagues that I will manage to bring home the bacon. If I fail, I promised I’d take her to the cinema this weekend, and I do not take women to the cinema. No way. I might chew their face off, I might fuck them, I might fuck lots of them all at once – but romance? You have got to be kidding me. I’d rather die a slow and painful death, and judging by my competition’s aim this evening, that’s exactly what might happen. Another bullet flies past me, focusing my attention once more.
“Come and get me, big boy,” a female voice purrs.
Melinda Leader is dressed from head to toe in black motorcycle leathers. She has flaming red hair, which she regularly dies all colors under the sun to confuse me, and a body that a Playboy pin up would kill for. Everything is just perfect. Too perfect, in fact. The woman knows exactly how to attract attention, and on the rare occasions I get a glimpse of her face, I am left speechless. She has this coffee-colored skin, just like mine, and these amazing almond-shaped eyes that say I am into all kinds of obscene and twisted fucking. At least, I hope that’s what they say because when I get her into my bed, I am going to be very disappointed if they’ve been saying anything else.
Leader has no idea how much I want her. At the moment, I am picturing her in my dungeon, strapped to my leather chair, while I slowly proceed to break her apart – a bit like a Kit-Kat. I want to see if behind all that chocolatey exterior there is something worth sinking my teeth into. I suspect there isn’t because no one compares to Lois, but the fantasy is nice. Lois, by the way, is the woman I’m currently in love with. She married my best friend a few months ago. Yep, my best fucking friend. What a nice guy, huh? To make matters worse, they both left me for dead while my brother tried to execute me. My brother was something else. He strapped a suicide belt to my waist and locked me in a room, just waiting for the chance to press the button and blow me to smithereens. He should have known better. The only people who get to blow me are hot chicks.
Anyway, my best friend – James Leveritt – married my fucking girl. Obviously, I can’t let this go. I have my reputation to maintain. I am king of the fucking underworld, after all – or at least I was. Anyway, this means I have to kidnap his wife, fuck her over and over again until she sees sense, and then kill the bastard. He’s nowhere near as pretty as I am, either. Fuck my life. Fuck James. Fuck Lois. Crap. I’m now thinking about fucking Lois.
C.P. Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
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