Title: Hard
Trigger: A Rogue Romance
Author: S.L. Hannah
Genre: Adult
Romantic Suspense
Publisher: AOH
Publishing
Publish Date: August 28,
2018
Review Source: Give Me Books Promotions
“Your mother’s
opiates are coming from Jose Herrera’s distribution network.” My pulse races as
my stepfather speaks these words. Because taking on the Herreras also means
taking on Diego.
Reckless, and
hardened by a volatile past, Victoria does not see a future with Diego Herrera
as a realistic option. As their childhood friendship ignites, they find
themselves on opposite sides of a bloody feud between the two most powerful
families in Mexico City. And she’s a Moreno now—brought up to be the secret
weapon nobody suspected.
But Victoria
can’t deny the attraction. Diego’s commanding muscles, the coarse, dark hair of
his solid chest, that rugged scar above his sensuous lips…
Loyalty is in the
eye of the beholder.
My absolute
favorite genre is dark, romantic suspense. Hard Trigger is definitely that. The
female lead, Victoria is a guns-blazing badass, who refuses to back down from
anyone who may give her a run for her money. Diego is her childhood sweetheart,
whom she tries to stay away from. Victoria refused his proposal and walked
away, but Diego doesn’t want to take no for an answer. With his uncle being the
head of the drug cartel, he is a man who has many targets on his head. Diego
will see to it that he uncle is safe, even if it means keeping him safe from
Victoria. If you are looking for a cute romance with an adorable HEA, you won’t
find it here. This is a dirty tale or revenge.
I must admit
that Hard Trigger was not what I expected it to be. I was lost quite a few
times, re-reading parts and then flipping back to make sure that I didn’t skip
something. I even went back and read the synopsis and description to make sure
that I wasn’t missing something, or maybe it was second in a series.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t. There seems to be quite a disconnect and at times
felt rushed and yet the beginning was slow. It’s hard to describe and I desperately
wanted to give this book a four, although it lacked the “oomph” and “wow factor”
for me. I would absolutely give S.L. Hannah another chance and see what she will
put out next.
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My body is
spent. I want to feel him release inside of me. I want to collapse on top of
him. I want to keep fucking like two animals trying to survive a wilderness
that is both beautiful and vicious. Our chests heave in a unison that signals
it’s not over, and he starts pumping into me…
Except I’m not
just an animal. I turn my head towards the end table, lean over, and grab his
cell phone.
“Call them
off.” I shove the phone into his palms. “All of them. Tell them I’m not here.
That they made a mistake.”
Still pumping
into me, he stares at me with widened eyes. “Don’t be fucking crazy. Let me
walk you out of here and make everyone believe you’ve disappeared. At least for
a little while.”
He’s hitting
that spot. That warm and sensitive spot that makes me second-guess every
decision and every goal I’ve ever made or had. That makes me want to curl up
and be swept away and taken care of, even though I’ve never wanted that to be
any part of my long-term plan—because I’ve seen everything my mother has gained
and lost by being…taken care of.
Diego searches
my face for a place to reason. “What I’m offering…they’re going to catch up to
you eventually. And before you catch up to my uncle again. He’s the
second-in-line to a multinational business. You killed one of his men last
night. You almost killed him. You think no one noticed? This would give us…a
chance,” he pleads.
Although he
doesn’t say it, it’s the same proposal he made on our trip, except without the
ring.
I freeze. I’d
be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. I’ve always been tempted. He’ll never know
how many times I ran my finger around the circumference of that diamond band on
the nightstand before I drove off, deciding on a different destiny. I knew the
moment I stepped in the old Peugeot that Diego’s ring would forever be
imprinted on my finger.
But…
“I can’t.”
My response
makes him choke on whatever he was about to say and roar in frustration. He’s
not the type of man to accept defeat.
His fingers
fumble on the phone screen. Awkwardly he holds it against his ear, spitting in
Spanish as he does what I’ve asked him to do.
He throws the
phone and then locks his forearms around my neck, pulling me closer to him. His
cock is still stiff, and it throbs inside of me, reminding me of why we’re even
in this position.
Cursing, his
lips find mine, biting, absorbing, demanding. And I reciprocate. I have never
been unwilling. Our tongues tangle as our bodies rock in unison again.




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