An
Undeniable Love
A
Tainted Attraction
An
Unforgettable Story
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Blurb
2
fatal sides.
1
epic love.
7
days to survive.
They
met in the face of danger. They weren’t looking for love. They both
knew better. But they couldn’t stay away, and they fell hard.
He
is heart-stopping handsome, fearless—and haunted by deadly ties.
She
is breathtakingly beautiful, determined—and in harm’s way.
They
should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They
did. And now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours.
That’s all that remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them,
Elle Sterling is forced to make a choice that could change
everything.
When
torn between right and wrong, tainted love doesn’t have a
chance...or does it? #taintedlove
#weshouldhaveknownbetter
TEASERS
REVIEW
I received a ARC from the author in exchange for
a honest review.
4.5* read.
Kim is a new author to me and after this book I
can't wait to purchase some more of her books. This book is the first in a two
part series so not a standalone. It takes places over 7 days and is a romantic
suspense story that revolves around Elle and Logan Logan Logan
A great start to a two part series full of
characters who you instantly connect with, a plot that will have you addicted,
and a story that will have you on the edge of your seat awaiting the next book.
EXCERPT
Prologue
Four Months
Before
Logan
Mile after mile, I
ran. Faster, feet pounding against the broken asphalt, breath
crystalizing in the air. I’d been fleeing along the edge of the
road for what seemed like eternity. Trucks zoomed past me, taillights
fading in the distance, and still there were no sirens.
The moon slipped
behind a cloud and left me moving blindly. Finally, a whistle filled
the darkness. It was what I’d been waiting for.
Let’s see how
bad they want this.
I spun in the
opposite direction and spotted the familiar red and blue lights. With
a quick jump, I vaulted over the damaged guardrail and found myself
tumbling down a steep ravine.
Landing on my
stomach, blood dripped from my nose, and the taste of rust flooded my
mouth. I didn’t take the time to wipe it away. I had to keep
moving. I’d started this game and I was going to finish it.
Quickly, I leapt to
my feet and began to run again. When a sharp burning and throbbing
pulsated in my right ankle, I knew my speed would be impaired. I must
have twisted it in the fall. With everything I had, I tried to ignore
the pain.
Adrenaline pumped
through my bloodstream, making my heart race and giving me the
strength I needed. I was no longer on the pavement and my terrain was
harder to navigate. Trees, broken branches, and the sickening smell
of the stagnant river surrounded me. I pushed onward.
It could have been
worse—at least there wasn’t any ice.
Still,
it was fucking freezing out here. Snow fell around me. Chilled to the
bone, I tugged my hat farther down over my ears.
I
didn’t stop, though—I had to keep going.
When
my eyes were streaming from the cold and my leg muscles began to
seize up, I knew my body needed a break. I’d find cover and play
the wait-and-see game.
The
dilapidated abandoned warehouse a few yards away seemed like my best
choice. The hinges were rusted and appeared broken, but when I yanked
on the door, it wouldn’t open.
With
a sigh, I stomped my salt-stained shoes in the slush I was standing
in and looked around.
No
sign of them, yet.
They’d
be here soon enough.
My
lungs burned as I bent over with my hands on my thighs in an attempt
to catch my breath.
Poised
to move in any direction, I thought about my decision to bait them.
Smart?
Stupid?
I
couldn’t believe the game of cat and mouse I had entered into—with
the Boston Police Department nonetheless.
But
I’d had enough. They’d been following me around for almost a
week. Their more-than-obvious tail was bordering on harassment.
Pushed to the limit, today I’d decided it was time to find out what
it was all about. I was going to force their move. I left my vehicle
and took off. They were tracking me, but what they were waiting for
to approach me, I had no idea. At this point I had two
choices—approach them or keep going. Since I didn’t want to make
it easy, I kept running.
Time
seemed to be at a standstill as I looked around again. I knew they
were close. Yet, as I searched my surroundings, there were no signs
of life; everything around me was dark except for the golden glow
from the cables of the Zakim Bridge.
The
bridge.
I
couldn’t believe I’d ended up on the West End. That was more than
a slight hike from the tip of the South End, where I’d started all
this.
What
time was it anyway?
Before I could look
at my watch—the one my grandfather had given me, the one worth more
than most of the houses in the surrounding area, the pretentious
Patek Philippe with an authentic enamel dial and custom-made rubber
watchband, the one almost a match for his own—a yellow beam of
light shined down on me.
I guess the BPD
finally decided to make their move.
A heavily
Boston-accented voice carried through the wind. “Put your hands in
the air where we can see them.”
“Fuck me. Really?
You’re going to arrest me? For what?” My
gaze scoured the area until they came into sight.
There
were three of them and one of me. I didn’t plan to keep running. I
didn’t need to, but even if I wanted to, there was nowhere to go.
The riverbank was on one side and they were on the other. The trio
moved closer and drew their weapons. I responded with equanimity and
raised my palms. Still, not a single one of them lowered a gun. Step
by step, they moved toward me. When they were about five feet away, I
decided to help them out and face them, but before I could, the
tallest figure lunged for me.
He
pinned me to the wall. “I just wanted to talk. I wasn’t going to
arrest you until you assaulted me. But thanks for giving me a
reason.”
“I
was putting my hands behind my back, asshole,” I grunted.
“Right,”
he snickered.
Nostrils
flaring, the fatter one grabbed me by my collar and yanked me to him.
“Stop resisting.”
What
the fuck?
A
quick punch to the gut and a kick to my leg had me belly down in a
matter of seconds.
Most
men would have been scared shitless, but not me. I
grew up living in two very different worlds, the only similarity
being power and greed. To look at me, you wouldn’t believe I was
capable of doing the things I had done. Born with a silver spoon in
my mouth, I was the grandson of one of the wealthiest men in New York
City.
It wasn’t my trust
fund background that anyone had to worry about, though. I was also
the grandson of the former head of Boston’s Blue Hill Gang—a
piece of me I had tried to renounce. That I wanted to escape. But my
family ties kept me bound. The Irish Mob might have changed since my
father’s father ran things, but there were some things that never
changed.
I’d
been raised in both worlds and these cops knew it. They were counting
on the Blue Hill Gang part of me to greet them.
Meet
Kim Karr
I
live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love
for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I
wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went
on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to
raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and
full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.
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Her:
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