Series: Hitman #2
Published by Self-Published on March 24th 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Suspense
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I never really knew what misery was until the day I was kidnapped and sold for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Two months later, I'm at a brothel in Rio when I meet Daniel Hays. He says he's here to save me, but can I trust him? All I know of him are his sarcastic retorts and his tendency to solve every dispute with his gun. He's also the only safe thing in my world, and I know it's wrong to fall in love with him, but I can't seem to help myself. He says he’ll protect me until his last breath but I don’t know if I should believe him or even if I can.
For the last eighteen months, I’ve had one goal: to find my kidnapped sister. I’ve left the Army, turned paid hit man, and have befriended criminals all across the globe. In every brothel I raid or every human trafficking truck I stop, her face is the one I’m desperate to see. In Rio, I find Regan Porter, bruised but not broken and still sane despite her weeks in hell. I should leave her behind or send her home because the last thing either of us needs is to get involved. But with every passing minute, I find I can’t let her go.
“You’re mine, Regan Porter. You don’t get to decide if you die or not. Because if you do, you’re destroying me, too.”
Whoooh! That sure is one way to get a girls attention. As soon as I opened this book I was thrown into such an unexpected and uncomfortable scene. It was like a literal slap in the face saying “you better wake up and pay close attention.” Such a risky move in my opinion but I tell you from then on out I was captivated in everything Daniel Hays.
If you remember from Last Hit, there was an issue of mistaken identity where Regan is thought to be Nick’s girlfriend and is kidnapped and sold into the sex trade. As an old acquaintance of Nick, Daniel lends out a hand to seek out Regan since he is amongst those lines also on his own personal mission. As soon as Regan is located they find themselves in this intense escape to save both their lives.
He was expecting to find a broken and shattered girl but instead he finds this spirited young woman. In his mind he knew that she was just another one of his objectives but he can’t help feel this very strong pull -that unmistakable magnetism that swirls between them. Of course he feels guilty. After all that she’s been through he has no right thinking of her in such a manner.
This was what was so sensational about it – just like the first book the character building is simply magnificent. Daniel is in the business of murdering in cold blood yet he still has a heart. An assassin with values and morals. Such a crazy idea but the authors made it work. At any time he could have abandoned her, she was nothing to him yet out of the goodness of heart he stayed. He could’ve taken advantage of the situation but he resisted all those temptations even when Regan was pushing his buttons.
Regan on the other hand, after all that she had endured I was expected someone quite different. While she had her moments she remained cool under all the insanity. Daniel said it perfectly…”You are not a victim. You are a fucking survivor. You have more life in you than half the people walking around living thier normal lives.” She had already been through so much but was willing to do it all over again so that Daniel could find his closure.
I thought that Daniel and Regan were phenomenal together. Who would have thought that the art of self stimulation could be that … uh..um… invigorating? I’ve read so many romances involving such “practices” over the years but nothing quite like that before. Was it just me or have I been reading the lesser raunchier books all this time ?
While I thought the sex was above and beyond spectacular it wasn’t always about that. They were both willing to give up their lives just so the other one would survive. Even after everything was said and done they were always devoted in each others happiness. They’ve shown repeatedly how much they loved and valued each other.
All in all, I thought Book 2 in the Hitman series was amazing. It had that the perfect balance between suspense and romance. What else could a romance reader ask for?
I curl up on the mattress, hugging my legs to my chest and waiting. There will be another man soon enough, and then Freeze, so I enjoy the moment of silence while I can. My lip hurts, a bit puffy from where the last man hit me, and I touch it with my fingertips, wincing.
Then, I lay my head back against the wall, thinking. My mind is filled with the gun and the man I was forced to service, and my stomach roils uncomfortably again. I swallow hard and force myself to think of zombie movies, instead. E. I don’t know what movies begin with E. This one will require some thought. Maybe something with “Enemy” in the title.
I ponder this for minutes, staring at nothing, when there is a knock at the door again. I get to my feet automatically. God, I hope it’s not the man with the gun again. I don’t think I could stomach seeing him twice in one night.
But when the door opens, it’s not Freeze.
The man that steps in is unexpected. He’s accompanied by Senhor Gomes, the master, a man I have only seen once but hear about all the time. Gomes looked me over when I arrived and then left, as if I were an uninteresting piece of property.
The man with him is tall, good-looking, and wears a casual suit. He’s got nice brown hair, sharp eyes, and I can tell immediately from the cast of his features that he’s American.
What the fuck. Not again. Not another American jackass. It doesn’t matter if he’s American—he’s here to rape me like all the others before him. Except this time? I’ll know all the nasty, shitty words he yells into my ear.
And later, when he’s done with me and leaves, I’ll feel even dirtier because he’s only made things worse.
He looks me over, his gaze sliding to my star-spangled bikini, and I can’t help myself. “What’s the matter,” I ask, “international pussy not good enough for you?”