Monday, March 28, 2016

Release Day + Reviews + Teaser + Excerpt: Hunter by Blair Drake

Title: Hunter
Author: Blaire Drake
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: March 28, 2016
Review Source: ARC

Born into blood, I was a mafia princess. Raised in hiding, I was a Californian sweetheart.
The day my father sold my thirteen year old body to pay off a five year old debt was the day my mother stole me in the dead of night. She protected me as she was supposed to.
My father may have been the king, but my mother was the queen.
The mafia blood was hers.
That was ten years ago. Now… the devil was on the loose.
Carlo ‘Hunter’ Rosso was my father’s right hand man and the boy I’d loved since I could tie my own shoelaces. He was always the most ruthless and the most deadly of all the children.
He’d thought I was dead until the day his assignment was given: Kill Adriana and Alexandria Romano. Kill the princess, and definitely kill the queen.
What he didn’t know was that the queen was dead, and the princess had taken her throne.
Blood didn’t lie. It smeared, distorted, stained. But it didn’t lie.
My father was going to learn the hard way that the empire he’d stolen belonged to me.
And so did Carlo ‘Hunter’ Rosso.

When I read the blurb to this book I found it intriguing to say the least.  It caught my attention and I found myself more interested the more I read.  I am glad that I did decide to read the book, because it is an excellent story.  Not only is it full of suspense, but it has the right amount of emotion to pull everything in and wrap it in a nice little package with the perfect touch of drama to keep you hanging by a thread.

The stakes in this story run high.  The way that Blaire Drake gives you just enough emotion to have you anticipating what lies around the next corner.  This story even though it is about the mob and those relationships that involve all the the mob is, doesn't deal with the business dealings.  She gives us just enough information to understand why Addy has developed the feelings that she has towards her father, and why she has the mistrust for others that she does.  As for Hunter, the one person who held his heart in the palm of her hand, is the one person who he knows holds the most power over him and he will have to prove his loyalties and where they lie.

Now, with all the drama and action that take place through out the story, we don't want to forget the underlying romance.  Because of the love the had once been, feelings tend to run high.  Add into that the mix of all the outside factors and you have a situation that seems to escalate even more.  I like how it all just tied together.  Add in a few snarky comments and you have the story.

"Adriana Romano had ruined me.  And that little glimpse of my soul that had been hers was no longer a flickering candle flame.  It was a roaring brush fire that was already consuming me." ~ Hunter ~

"You're a much better person than I am."  He frowned, but when I ghosted my thumb along his lips, he stopped.  "You're my person, though, "  I whispered, leaning forward so our breath mingled.  "Even if you can be a shitty one sometimes."  He smiled, laughing....  ~Adriana ~

“Staying, are you? Figure it's easier to kill me in my sleep?”
Once again, he rubbed his hand across his face. He said nothing.
“Trying to work out whose life is worth more, right? Mine is probably worth a lifetime of comfort for you. Kill me and everyone's happy, right? My pathetic excuse for a father gets to keep his empire and you're taken care of for life.”
He looked at me, and his expression was a little tortured. I was being harsh. I knew that. But I needed to be. It was easier to provoke him and be angry with him than give in to the horrible ache that had settled in my heart.
“Adriana...” Weak. The word was weak.
I wanted to ignore the indecision on his face, but I couldn't.
He was considering it.
He really was.
I scoffed quietly at him and grabbed the gun from the coffee table. His mask and gloves fell to the floor, but he made no move to pick them up. The safety was on the gun, and I held it out to him. “Here. Take it. I don't care, Hunter. I don't have much of a life here in hiding anyway.”
He didn't even look at the gun. His silvery gaze never left mine. I wished he would look away, because in that gaze, I saw the Hunter I knew. The boy who once ripped his favorite shirt to stem the bleeding when I fell and cut my leg, then proceeded to carry me home. The boy who offered to pee on my foot when I got stung by a jellyfish in Mexico on vacation when I was seven.
The boy I loved before I knew what love even was.
“You're weak, Hunter,” I whispered. Slowly, I turned the gun back to me and touched the barrel to my temple the way he did earlier. His jaw clenched when my thumb edged toward the safety, and when my finger moved to hook around the trigger, he moved.
He was like a lightning bolt. He came at me like a flash, snatched the gun from my hand, and dropped it on the sofa. It bounced but stayed on the seat, and then he turned on me with blazing eyes. “Don't,” he ground out, his arms tensing and looking even bigger. “Don't ever fucking put that to your head again.”
“Why? I was saving you the job.”
The words had barely left my lips when he pounced on me. It was deadly, the way his hands clasped my face and his mouth descended on mine. I staggered back into the wall, gasping at the ferocity of his movement. Shock paralyzed me as he kissed me harshly. His tongue ran along the seam of my mouth, and as I fisted the sides of his shirt, I bit his lower lip.
A low growl left his throat, but he didn't relent. He just kissed me harder. He kissed me until I was fucking spinning and could barely string two thoughts together. Until my whole body was alight with his touch and responding to his every movement.
He tasted like whiskey. The strong, rich taste that lingered on his lips was heady and only added to the intoxicating way he touched me.
And then... It hit me. He was touching me. Kissing me.
Twenty minutes ago, he could have killed me.

Blaire Drake is a pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling author who wanted to think outside her box and write the kind of things that would shock even them. She loves taboo romance and pushing boundaries in her work. She also enjoys long walks on the beach at sunset, as long as it’ll be follo
wed by a good, old-fashioned spanking right after.
DEAR PROFESSOR is her debut standalone novel, and her next book, PRETTY PORNSTAR, is also a standalone novel that promises to be equally as taboo and sexy.
You can connect with Blaire online at:


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