Murder Girl, by Lisa Renee Jones – A Walk on the Wild Side

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Title: Murder Girl

Author: Lisa Renee Jones

Release Date: July 10, 2018

Series: Lilah Love #2

About Murder Girl

Murder Girl Book CoverNew York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones returns with the second book in her electrifying series featuring Lilah Love, an FBI profiler who doesn’t fight her dark side—she embraces it.

It’s Lilah Love’s job to inhabit a killer’s mind. The unapologetically tough FBI profiler is very comfortable there. But her latest case is making her head spin. It’s a string of brutal assassinations carried out across the country, each tied to a mysterious tattoo. Body by body, she’s followed the clues all the way back to her hometown. And every step of the way, the killer has been following her.

Here, beneath the glamour of the privileged Hamptons community, is a secret long buried but never forgotten. It’s bigger than Lilah. It’s powerful enough to escape the reach of the FBI. And it’s more personal than anyone can imagine. Because it’s hiding in Lilah’s own past. To fight it, she’s forced to turn to her lethally tempting ex, Kane Mendez. He’s an expert at bringing out Lilah’s darkest impulses. If she plans to survive, she’s going to need them.

**You MUST read book one, MURDER NOTES, in order to read this book.

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An Excerpt from Murder Girl

I enter the building and ignore the pretty brunette behind the triangle-shaped stone desk and head to the stairs.

“Excuse me,” she calls out, but I ignore her. Kane knows I’m coming. He has people watching me and this building. He knows I’m in the building by now. I don’t need “sweet thing” down there to announce me in yet another way. I’m at the top of the stairs before she finishes her fourth excuse me, which is now a bit louder, as if I just haven’t heard her the other three times. I turn down the hallway and walk toward the desk outside Kane’s office where Tabitha sits, minus any more originality today than the last time I was here. She’s still bleached blonde, with her fake, giant-ass boobs hanging out of a silk blouse with numerous buttons undone that turn it into a slut show that could have been professional.

I pass her without a word, approaching Kane’s double doors, when she says, “Drama follows you, Lilah Love.”

“No,” I say without looking at her. “Dead bodies follow me.” I glance over my shoulder at her. “You should remember that.”

And with that statement that really had no purpose other than it felt really damn good, I open Kane’s door.

I step inside Kane’s office and find him sitting behind his desk, just in time to hear him say, “She’s here,” into his intercom and then release the button.

With exaggerated drama that I reserve for moments when I want to be a smart-ass or simply announce my fucking presence, I use my body to shut the door, but I don’t hang out and wait for it to grow roots. I rotate and charge toward Kane and that King Mendez desk of his that he doesn’t get to use as shelter. By the time I round the wooden atrocity, he’s standing, towering over me in a charcoal suit and a purple shirt with black stripes and some sort of black-and-gray tie. It’s flashy, expensive, and works on him when it would not on nine out of ten other people. But then, while I keep a low profile—aside from the door drama, of course—and favor my black nondescript looks, his entire persona says “look at me” with the intended message of “I have nothing to hide.” A lie he tells the world and, after he drugged me to keep me from knowing what happened last night, apparently me.

We stand there for a beat or ten without words before he says, “Lilah,” and the very fact that he says it like sex is all it takes for me to snap.

I slap him in the face because my bare fist is too small to hurt him the way his jaw would hurt me. It’s also a disgrace to a man to be slapped, which is why one UFC fighter I’ve watched here and there does it to his opponents. And Kane is my opponent. He turns his head with the force of the blow, my palm stinging in the aftermath.

“Well now, beautiful,” he says, fixing me with a brown-eyed stare. “I know you like it rough, but is now the time? We both have questions we want answered.”

I slap him again, and this time he catches my wrist before I pull back. I try to slap him with my free hand, and he catches it as well, this time before contact. “You get two, not three.”

My gaze flicks to the handprint on his right cheek that matches the one on the left before I meet his stare and say, “Two was pretty damn satisfying.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your stalker?” he demands, his question low, lethal, his anger banked just beneath the surface, while mine is the cherry on top of every lie he’s told me. “Because we both know that’s what we’re dealing with here,” he adds.

“Let go of me, Kane,” I bite out, my voice taut with impatience. No. Make that a desire to smack him again.

“After you tell me about your stalker and the notes.”

“Let go of me, Kane,” I repeat slowly, “or my next move will be a knee to your family jewels. And I promise you, it will be hard enough that neither of us will have to worry about our urge to fuck ever again.” My jaw sets hard, but he doesn’t release me. “You drugged me,” I remind him, “and then searched my house before leaving me with a gun that I was too drugged to use. So if you think I won’t do it—”

He releases me but doesn’t step back. “I didn’t leave you with a gun you couldn’t use. I kept you at my house until sunrise, and I left a team guarding your place, front and back. I protected you, like I always do.”

I don’t analyze why that makes me angrier. That’s for later. For now, there is this: “I’d pull my gun on you and back you off, Kane, but I swore the next time I did that, I’d shoot you. And I need information from you.”

“I’m all yours, beautiful,” he says, holding his hands out. “I always am.” He motions to the sitting area to his left and behind him. “Let’s sit and make this peaceful.”

“Peaceful, my ass,” I say.

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My Review of Murder Girl

Murder Girl (Lilah Love, #2)Murder Girl by Lisa Renee Jones
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

If you love mystery-thrillers with twists and turns that will leave you questioning everything and everyone, the Lilah Love series, by Lisa Renee Jones, is your perfect summer read. If you crave dark, seductive, alpha men pitted against smart, strong, capable heroines, Kane and Lilah will absolutely rock your world.

I can’t say enough about how much I love this intelligent, complex, seductive thriller. Murder Girl, as the heroine calls herself, is a force to be reckoned with – a take-no-prisoners, in-your-face heroine with a spine of stainless steel and the determination to overcome anything or anyone who gets in her way. She takes perverse delight in disrupting the high-society status quo, relentlessly pursuing an assassin whose next target might be Lilah herself. As the trail heats up, it becomes more and more apparent that all roads lead back to one night, and one dark secret, shared by Lilah and Kane. But it’s so much deeper than that, bigger than anything Lilah and Kane can begin to imagine – and so much more than I expected.

This novel – and this series – is truly unique in its complexity and depth. The characters are layered and authentic. The theme is all about trust: who has it, who deserves it, and who uses it as a tool to manipulate the unsuspecting masses. The threads of suspicion so cleverly woven throughout the story make it impossible to know who you can trust – other than the heroine – from start to finish (and even beyond, since the series will continue).

Lilah, Kane, and a cast of complicated secondary characters take you for a long, dangerous walk on the wild side down a narrow, treacherous ledge – the fine line between good and bad, right and wrong, truth and deception, light and darkness. It leaves you reeling with questions and grappling with feelings that will push your boundaries nearly to their limit, but also leave you wanting more.

This is not a stand-alone – you must read book one, Murder Notes, first. There are some very difficult scenes with violence that might be disturbing for some readers — but are dangerously addictive to fans of the dark romance, mystery-thriller genre. If you love complex, multi-dimensional characters and compelling storylines that will make you obsess over a series long after you close the book, give the Lilah Love series a chance to thrill you. It’s amazing.

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About Book One – Murder Notes

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New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones’s heart-pounding thriller of a woman’s secrets—and a past that’s about to come out of hiding…

As an FBI profiler, it’s Lilah Love’s job to think like a killer. And she is very good at her job. When a series of murders surface—the victims all stripped naked and shot in the head—Lilah’s instincts tell her it’s the work of an assassin, not a serial killer. But when the case takes her back to her hometown in the Hamptons and a mysterious but unmistakable connection to her own life, all her assumptions are shaken to the core.

Thrust into a troubled past she’s tried to shut the door on, Lilah’s back in the town where her father is mayor, her brother is police chief, and she has an intimate history with the local crime lord’s son, Kane Mendez. The two share a devastating secret, and only Kane understands Lilah’s own darkest impulses. As more corpses surface, so does a series of anonymous notes to Lilah, threatening to expose her. Is the killer someone in her own circle? And is she the next target?

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Meet Lisa Renee Jones

Lisa Renee Jones, Author of DenialNew York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.

In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.

Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

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The Chateau: An Original Sinners Prequel from Tiffany Reisz – New Release & Review

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THE CHATEAU

A NEW EROTIC SUSPENSE NOVEL FROM USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR

TIFFANY REISZ

LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY, MARCH 6, 2018 —

As the Jack-of-All-Wicked Trades for a secretive French military intelligence agency, Kingsley Boissonneault has done it all—spied, lied, and killed under orders. But his latest assignment is quite out of the ordinary. His commanding officer’s nephew has disappeared inside a sex cult, where women reign and men are their willing slaves. Or are they? It’s Kingsley’s job to find out.

“It’s an erotic adventure,” author Tiffany Reisz says of The Chateau. “[Imagine] James Bond with blow jobs, BDSM, and an angst-ridden, bisexual hero.”

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The Chateau is a standalone novel set in her million-copy selling Original Sinners universe. Although several fan-favorite characters make cameos or are eluded to, Reisz’s new thriller is also the perfect jumping-on point for new readers.

8th Circle Press is a Lexington, Kentucky-based publisher of literary fiction. For more information, visit our website:  http://8thCirclePress.com.

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Book Title: The Chateau

Author: Tiffany Reisz

On-Sale Date: June 5, 2018 (Worldwide)

Genre: Erotica / Romantic Suspense

Page Count: 284 pages

Formats: eBook (no ISBN), Trade Paperback (ISBN: 978-1548681951), Audiobook (available from Tantor Audio – ISBN: 978-1541459069)

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The Story…

As the Jack-of-All-Wicked-Trades for a secretive French military intelligence agency, Lieutenant Kingsley Boissonneault has done it all—spied, lied, and killed under orders. But his latest assignment is quite out of the ordinary. His commanding officer’s nephew has disappeared inside a sex cult, and Kingsley has been tasked with bringing him home to safety.

The cult’s holy book is Story of O, the infamous French novel of extreme sado-masochism. Their château is a looking-glass world where women reign and men are their willing slaves. Or are they willing? It’s Kingsley’s mission to find out.

Once inside the château, however, Kingsley quickly falls under the erotic spell cast by the enigmatic Madame, a woman of wisdom, power, and beauty. She offers Kingsley the one thing he’s always wanted. But the price? Giving up forever the only person he’s ever loved.

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“Compulsive, erotic, suspenseful. A must read!” — A Woman and Her Books

“Five stars.” — Reading Keeps Me Sane Blog

“I just can’t get enough of Tiffany Reisz.” — Caro, Collector of Book Boyfriends

“Kinky… [keeps] you on the edge till the end.” — Sweet & Spicy Reviews

“Feminists are once again making a stand in the world and the timing seems quite perfect as this novel is an intriguing look into the world of a strong, sadistic and mysterious woman.” — Kelsey’s Korner Blog

“[Will] satisfy the insatiable needs of The Original Sinners fans.” — Warhawke’s Vault Book Blog

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An Excerpt from The Chateau

This is an exclusive excerpt from The Chateau: An Erotic Thriller, on sale this June from 8th Circle Press…

In the novel Story of O, the woman, O, is taken to a château, and the minute she’s inside the house, four men take turns ravishing her. Kingsley wondered if such a thing was about to happen to him now as he waited on his knees in the hotel room. Would he be grabbed, stripped, violated, raped? Myriad lurid scenarios ran through his mind. But it seemed the mysterious stranger had other ideas. He heard the door lock. He heard a woman’s prim footsteps, first on the hardwood floor and then on the rug. Then he sensed her standing directly behind him. He inhaled deeply and smelled lavender water, the kind his mother used to wear.

“Don’t speak,” the woman said. It was the voice from the phone, who’d ordered him to wait at the hotel. “Only speak when I ask you a direct question. I’ll speak in French. You answer in English. If someone is eavesdropping it’ll make it a little harder on them. Do you understand?”

Comprenez-vous?

“Yes,” Kingsley said, en anglais. He wondered how she knew he knew English. Had his American accent been that convincing?

“I’m going to touch you,” she said. “If you have an objection to that, then I don’t know why you’re here.”

Again, Kingsley did not speak. He had absolutely no objection to being touched. Not by her, anyway.

He waited, eyes closed, and felt a soft touch on his head, a stroke of fingers through his hair.

“You lied to me,” she said.

Kingsley tensed, but didn’t speak. He knew better than to say anything to that sort of accusation.

“You told me you were handsome. You aren’t,” she said. “You’re exquisite.”

Kingsley almost said something to that. Something like, “Will that be a problem?” But she’d only made a statement. Until she asked a question, he wasn’t allowed to speak.

“If I were a painter, you’d be my muse,” she said. “You belong in oils on canvas.”

Not being allowed to say “thank you” to a compliment of that magnitude was mild torture.

She stroked his hair again. His eyes were open, but he couldn’t see her as she stood beyond the farthest edge of his peripheral vision. That explained partly why the curtains had to be closed. Otherwise he could have seen her reflection in the window.

She touched his forehead and now Kingsley felt the silk of gloves against his skin. Her touch was gentle, soothing, and the second he relaxed into it, she put a knife to his throat.

Kingsley froze.

“I don’t want to kill you,” she said.

That made two of them.

“Very good,” she said. “Even with a knife at your throat you hold your tongue. Someone’s trained you very well.”

Kingsley still did not speak. He knew he could overpower her if he needed to, but would she make a fatal stab first? Better to wait it out, behave, play along.

“Someone sent you to me. Who was it and what did he tell you?” she asked. “If you tell me even one lie I will slit your throat. And yes, I will know if you lie.”

She’d asked him one direct question. Therefore he was allowed to speak.

“I’m employed by an intelligence agency without a name,” he said. “French military. Officially unofficial. Leon isn’t my friend. He’s my commanding officer’s nephew. They think you’re holding him against his will. They asked me to get him out. If he wants out.”

“Leon is your commanding officer’s nephew,” she repeated, sounding amused. “So that’s the game, is it?”

“I don’t care about the boy,” he said. Kingsley wasn’t sure what she meant by “the game.” He hoped he lived long enough to find out.

“Then why did you come here?”

“My own reasons.”

“You wish to serve, do you?”

Kingsley whispered, “Yes.”

About the Author

Author Tiffany ReiszTiffany Reisz is the USA Today bestselling author of the Original Sinners series for Mira Books and Mills & Boon, including the RT Book Reviews Best Erotic Romance 2012 winner The Siren and the LAMBDA Literary Award-winning The King. Her novel The Saint won the Romance Writers of America RITA® for Best Erotic Romance in 2015.

 

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Start Your Summer with Speakeasy (True North #5), by Sarina Bowen

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Speakeasy

A new standalone contemporary romance from the True North Series by bestselling author

Sarina Bowen

About Speakeasy…

Sometimes you fall for Mr. Right. And sometimes for Mr. Right Now…
May

Did you hear the one about the girl who walks into a bar and catches her live-in lover kissing someone else? No? You’re the only one in town who missed it.
Luckily Alec is there to wrap me up in strong arms and carry me out the door before things get too ugly. And that’s not all Alec is good at. Our unexpected chemistry makes him the perfect rebound guy.
Alec
I should know better than to hook up with my rival’s little sister, but the fiery look in May’s eyes really turns my crank. She needs cheering up, and I’m just the guy for the job.
It’s not like I’ll fall in love. Not even after a string of scorching hot trysts, and the realization that we’re good at the same things: wild nights and familial disappointment. I don’t do love, never have, never will. So this is the perfect arrangement, for both of us.
Nobody would approve, but nobody has to know…

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Someone appears in my peripheral vision. I get half a glance at a lithe body and long hair as a woman appears and then just as quickly retreats.

Wait. Was that…?

I ease my way down the aisle, past the snowboard bags and ski duffels, and then I peer around the corner just in time to spot May Shipley exiting the store.

Several lengthy strides carry me right out the door after her. May has exquisite long legs, so she’s making good time escaping from me across the parking lot. I put two fingers in my mouth and make a cat-call whistle.

May halts midstride. Busted. She turns around and regards me with a sheepish smile.

God, just one smile from her and I feel better already. I raise a finger and beckon. Then I lean against the brick exterior of the shop and wait.

She lifts her chin and walks toward me.

“May Shipley,” I complain as she approaches. “Am I crazy or did you just leave the building to avoid me back there?”

She puts one hand over her pretty eyes and laughs. “Okay, you caught me. Don’t make me feel worse.”

“Do we have a problem, here?” I reach out and tag her hand, then pull her closer to me. We’re toe to toe, though several layers of winter clothing separate us. Still, my whole body hums at the memory of her riding me in my truck. Gawd. So hot. “I get that our lawyer party date got a little crazy.”

“You think?” she squeaks. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why? So we had a little spur-of-the-moment sex. You really enjoyed my spur for a moment.”

“Omigod, stop.” May throws her head back and laughs. Her eyes dance, and I’m wearing a giant smile and feeling much more like myself.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I had a lot of fun.” That’s an understatement. I can’t stop thinking about it. Spontaneous truck sex with a long-legged beauty moaning on my dick? That night has made my personal hall of fame.

“Okay. I’ll try.” But the color in her cheeks is unmistakable. It’s cute as fuck.

“Come here.” I pull her into a hug, and she feels terrific against my body. “Let’s not be weird.”

May lifts her face in surprise. “I said that same thing to a good friend once.”

“Did it work?” I whisper because we’re so close together.

“Nope. Still weird.” She grins.

I laugh. And then I kiss her. I don’t even know how it happens. One second I’m just appreciating her smile, and the next second I’m owning it with my mouth.

May lets out a surprised whimper before her mouth softens under mine. I take my time kissing her until her hands spread the two halves of my jacket, finding my chest, gripping my flannel shirt. I need to taste her, so I part her lips with my tongue.

Suddenly my shoulder blades hit the bricks as May presses me up against the wall.

No, ma’am. I’ve just spent five nights imagining a scenario where our next encounter plays out in reverse—with me in charge. So I spin her around and back her up against the wall instead. And for good measure I pin her questing hands in mine, just because I can.

She makes a hungry noise, and I feel it in my balls. And then I dive back into her kisses, one of my thighs between her long legs.

May fights me, if by fighting me you mean she presses her hips against mine and gives me a nice, dirty grind.

I never liked the Shipleys, but now I realize I was hanging out with the wrong ones.

We lose our minds for several amazing minutes until the door of the ski shop opens suddenly. I take a quick step backward to preserve what’s left of our dignity.

Not that it works. We’re both flushed and panting, and I look like I’m trying to conceal a ski pole in the crotch of my jeans.

The young woman exiting the shop gives us a quizzical look as she bleeps the locks on her car.

“Jesus,” May breathes as we blink at each other.

“I know.” Every part of me is horny now. It’s cold outside, but I’m hot everywhere. My clothes feel constricting. I want to drag May back into my truck and have my way with her again.

“What are we doing?”

“Well, babydoll, we’re dry-humping each other in a parking lot.”

“Alec!” She reaches up, clapping a hand over my mouth. “That was a rhetorical question.”

I nod to show her I understand. But then I stick out my tongue and lick her palm where it’s pressed to my lips.

“Omigod, stop.” She removes her hand and wipes it on my flannel.

“You don’t really want me to. Admit it.”

“No, really I do.” Her embarrassed smile comes back. It’s so fucking cute. “I don’t need to be arrested for indecent exposure.”

“Fair enough. But that’s why you’re going to come over tonight. Late. Like eleven.” I’m supposed to be tending bar until ten and then closing up early, because it’s Sunday night.

“Why?”

“Why do you think? So I can strip you down and lick you all over until you’re screaming my—”

May puts that hand over my mouth again. “Anyone could hear you.”

“Nah,” I say from under her hand. She removes it. “I have brick walls at home. It helps with sound control. So even when my headboard starts to bang while I’m fucking you—”

She tries to cover my mouth again, but this time I catch her hand in midair, because I’m a sex ninja. And I hold it in mine. “Just come over. I’ve been thinking about you all week. Once wasn’t enough.” I lift her palm to my mouth and kiss it tenderly.

“Apparently not.” Her cheeks pink up. “But I really can’t get involved with anyone right now.”

“Duh.” I actually roll my eyes. “I’m your rebound lay. Relationships aren’t my style, and I’m allergic to commitment. So we’ll have exactly the same expectations—some very athletic sex.”

Her lips part on a dreamy expression, but then she snaps them closed again.

“Don’t overthink it, counselor. The judge orders you to his chambers at ten.”

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Speakeasy (True North, #5)Speakeasy by Sarina Bowen
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Speakeasy is a beautiful, insightful, sweet, sexy, and utterly heart-warming story from the truly exceptional True North series by Sarina Bowen. It is redemptive, hopeful, full of humor and just enough emotional angst to keep it real. It may easily be read and enjoyed as a standalone, but I recommend reading the series in order to fully understand the perspective of important secondary characters and to appreciate how each of their individual stories contributes to the ones that follow.

Speakeasy features two characters referenced but not developed in the previous books: May. the dynamic, passionate middle child in the Shipley clan; and Alec, who owns the local bar in the small town that anchors the series. It’s an unlikely pairing, for multiple reasons: May is a recovering alcoholic who needs to steer clear of all things liquor-related; she’s also bisexual and on the rebound from a failed relationship with her cheating girlfriend; Alec is known to be a player; he’s no fan of the Shipley’s, and the feeling is mutual. But when Alec jumps in to head off a catastrophic confrontation in his bar and ends up helping May leave her ex and move back in with her family, he goes from friend to rebound lover in a heartbeat, and all bets are off.

Their chemistry is off-the-charts hot; their banter is delightful; and they are perfect together — as long as no one finds out the truth about their relationship. And therein lies the conflict.

As their relationship grows and their feelings develop, May is determined to keep Alec at arm’s length. She’s afraid to let go and trust her own judgment for a variety of reasons that have nothing to do with him. He understands her reticence, and for a long time, he’s patient, grateful for every stolen moment, determined not to pressure her for more. But he also fears that she is ashamed of him because of his history with her family and because of his own self-esteem issues. He feels that he doesn’t deserve her, that he will never be good enough, again for reasons that have nothing to do with May. The tension between them is exquisitely painful, accurately depicting the insecurity and fear we experience when we feel unworthy to accept love, be it from within ourselves or from that special someone. And when the tension becomes unbearable, it inevitably leads them to a breaking point. But is it a point of no return? Or merely another obstacle on the path to a well-deserved HEA?

You’ll have to read Speakeasy to find that out for yourself (and to understand the title of the book, too — it’s brilliant).

I didn’t find May an easy character to love, so I applaud Sarina for giving me at least a dozen reasons to care enough to keep reading. The passages of the story that are told from her point of view reveal a woman of substance, compassion, honesty, and resilience. Her POV is crucial to understanding what drives her to behave as she does from beginning to end, and the same is true of Alec. Sarina is a master at using dual POV to make her characters stand out and resonate with readers. All of her stories are a joy to read, and Speakeasy is no exception; it’s a perfect addition to a wonderful series.

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