Sunday, April 26, 2015

THE SLAYER by Kele Moon

Blurb

To Chuito the apartment was a self-imposed prison for a lifetime of sins. To Alaine, the girl next door, it was salvation from her overbearing, religious father.

He was a devil. 
She was an angel.


Two people who should’ve never met, let alone become friends, but it’s not until they give into the dangerous passion that’s been simmering under the surface for five years that things go to hell. 

On the outside, Chuito ‘The Slayer’ Garcia is on top of the world. He’s successful. He’s wealthy. He's a champion MMA fighter surrounded by friends who support him, but they don’t know what he was before he came to Garnet.

A gangster. 
A thief. 
An addict. 
A murderer.


Now his past is churning up demons he can’t ignore. Chuito knows he needs to go back to Miami to end it, but there's something holding him back, a single temptation he can't resist before leaving.

Alaine. 

She’s the one drug he can’t give up…even if it destroys them both.

“To me you’re coke. Fine. Smooth. Perfectly white. Very bad for me, but so fucking sexy I don’t give a shit. It’s worth going down for.” – Chuito Garcia
 


 
Excerpt
“We could figure something out.”
Chuito paused, looking at her curiously. “Like what?”
She shrugged. “I could stay with you.”
Stay with me?” he repeated slowly, his eyes wide in shock. “You’re not worried about getting your hands dirty?”
“Getting my hands dirty?” Alaine frowned in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
He leaned forward, giving her a harsh look as he studied her. “You ever been with a man, mami?”
“Been with?” she repeated, and then her eyes widened in horror. “Is that what you think I mean? You’re ill. I was going to wake you up if your nightmares got bad.”
“Carajo,” he said with a laugh as he pushed away from the table and surprised her by taking his dishes to the sink. “A virgin gringa living in the same house as me with no one else around. A smoking-hot virgin gringa. This whole fucking town is loco.”
She stared at his back, admiring the muscles under the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing. “I guess you’re not a virgin.”
He turned his head, giving her a look over his shoulder that caused a ripple of something hot and unnamable to rush through her bloodstream.
“That was a dumb question,” she whispered.
“Yup,” he agreed as he started washing the dishes. “I don’t need you to wake me up from my nightmares. That would be a very bad idea.”
 
 

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