Title: Whiskey
Renegade
Series: The Kings of
Texas, Book Two
Author: HJ Bellus
Genre: Dark Romantic
Suspense
Release Date: October 23,
2018
Publisher: Crave
Publishing
Review Source: Enticing
Journey Book Promotions
We used to be
kings on top of the world, but it all went to hell...
My money and
power are worthless.
All I want is
blood bathing my knuckles, their soulless bodies dead at my feet.
I’ve never felt
the need to take someone’s life until now.
They will pay.
I will sacrifice
everything to protect my family.
To save the
beauty that’s been haunting my dreams.
I don’t even
know her, but the fear dancing in her eyes will be my worst nightmare.
It’s a game of
death, and I’m all in.
Kemp is dark and
mysterious and seems to like the women and their entertainment like a second
skin. However, what he doesn’t like is women and children being abused.
Especially if they are someone close to his family. He will fight to the death
if it means one life can be saved. Kemp is dark and gritty and broken. Trying
to save Navy’s friend is going to nearly kill him. He seems way in over his
head, but he knows he’ll pull through. He sees the good that will come of it
and due to that, he will stop at nothing. Problem is, will love get in the way?
Can he remain focused on the task at hand?
HJ Bellus did a
stellar job with Whiskey Renegade. I did not read the first in the series, yet
had no problem feeling the characters and the story. However, having read
Whiskey Renegade, I am now going to have to go back for Whiskey and You. I have
to see just how this series started. Great job making us love the characters as
much as the story!
There’s dirt embedded under my nails. My skin is
coated in sweat and my clothes are filthy. I’ve slept very little while
cracking the code of the southern cartel and Jordan’s family. I’ve found the
people he’s crossed and am building a master plan to bring down all of his
loved ones.
Emerald eyes and swirling raven hair haunt my sleep
when it comes. Rose. Her slender arm sliding through my grasp and me not being
able to save her will always and forever be my demon. Hell, I don’t know her
from a stranger on the street. All I do know is she’s being held against her
will.
It doesn’t go unnoticed that I gave J.J. hell for
years for being a saver, and here I sit in a cockroach-infested hotel in
Mexico, risking my life for a woman I don’t even know. It’s so much more than
that…I hunger to save them all, rid the world of evil, and I won’t stop until
it’s done. Whether my heart is beating or dead, I will get the job done.
The woman between my legs bobs her head up and down
my hard dick. I grasp the back of her head, guiding her up and down, waiting
for my enemies to bust in. It’s an intoxicating sensation: the anticipation,
the exhilaration of passion, and the immediate danger looming all around me.
The door to the stale hotel room swings open,
clanging off the wall and leaving a hole in the cheap plaster where the
doorknob careened into it. Five gun barrels face me, coupled with words firing
in every direction in Spanish. I take a sip of my whiskey neat with my free
hand and smile back at the slimy bastards.
“Game on, fuckers.”
HJ Bellus is a
small-town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers
laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the
middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on
her Beats and rocking out in her boots.
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