Monday, May 13, 2019

Loathe Me by L.P. Lovell: Release Blitz + Review

Title: Loathe Me
Author: LP Lovell
Genre: Contemporary Mafia Romance
Cover Designer: Vixen Designs
Publish Date: May 6, 2019
Review Source: WordSmith Publicity

I’m a soldier. A killer. The Russian Elite.

She’s a mafia princess. A job. A runaway bride.

My business is death, however, I find myself manipulated into becoming a glorified babysitter to Adelina Ricci. She’s spoiled, naive, reckless, and yet she see’s parts of me I didn’t know existed. Makes me want things I had never even imagined. I will protect her from everything, but I can’t save her from me— that damage is already done.

A lethal knight. A rebellious pawn. A lie that will ruin them both.

Loathe me or love me?

Loathe Me is what a good mafia story looks like. The story is also scorching. The electric pull between Adelina and Sasha is absolutely scintillating. Their chemistry is off the charts. HOT!

What I love SO MUCH about Lauren’s writing is the depth and detail that she gives us. She goes back to childhood, to where it all began and then slowly builds you up to the present. You never guess what character did what, or when. Don’t worry, it’s all mapped out for you. That in and of itself, makes her writing so addictive. It leaves you feeling as if you know each character and then, wanting more from them. I can’t wait for book two. I know that it will be just as amazing as this one.

“I know you heard that,” he says.

“Heard what?”

“Your footsteps are like a heard of elephants.” My gaze snaps to his and I glare. “I know you were listening.”

“You’re just going to let Gabi offer herself up.”

He inhales a deep breath, his broad chest rising and falling. “Your sister isn’t my problem. She contracted me to protect you, not her.”

I frown. “Wait, my father didn’t contract you?” Whatever slight imitation of an expression was on his face vanishes.

“I want to speak to him.”

“If you wish to speak to Gabriella, that can be arranged.”

“What? Fine. Let me speak to her.” I hold my hand out for the phone, and he straightens away from the wall, moving past me to the kitchen.

“I’ll arrange it.”

“You literally just spoke to her!”


“So call her back,” I shout after him.

He ignores me and starts banging around, pulling out various pots and pans from the kitchen cabinets. “Sasha.” Still nothing. I get up and go in the kitchen. His back is to me as he turns on the stove. “Sasha.”

Still he ignores me, and my temper spikes. Anger and frustration at his blatant inability to give a shit bubble over in a red hot torrent. Stepping forward, I grab
his arm with the intention of forcing his attention. I get a lot more than just his attention though. The second my palm makes contact with his skin, my back hits the wall and his hand slams around my neck. Those unsettling eyes are completely devoid. Blank. His grip tightens around my wind pipe, and I start to panic. He’s going to kill me. I slap over his forearm, my legs scrambling for purchase.

 “Sasha,” I manage to choke.

He blinks before finally focusing on me. A confused frown blankets his features, as though he can’t recall getting here. His grip loosens enough for me to suck in a deep breath, but he doesn’t release me. Instead, the tiny space between us closes, until his chest is plastered to mine, crushing my body. Warm breath fans over my face, and I twist my head to the side, avoiding that glacial gaze of his.
“I cannot decipher whether you are ignorant or simply stupid,” he says.

I try to buck away from the wall and he shoves me back so hard that my skull thuds against it. “Let go of me.”
His free hand grips my jaw in a bruising hold, forcing me to look at him. “I told you not to touch me, and yet here we are, Malyshka.”

“I want to talk to my sister.”

Those cold eyes sweep over me and a sickening shiver travels down my spine. I imagine he’s picturing snapping my neck. “What you want is of little consequence.” He shoves away from me, taking a deliberate step back. “You are insolent. Your childishness will be your downfall.”

The words cut far deeper than they should, and what little air is in my lungs, leaves in a rush. I turn and walk away without a word, rubbing over my aching throat. I have to get out of here and away from him. Though I know it’s a lot easier said than done. I feel like a mouse trying to wriggle out from under the paw of a lion. The odds are not in my favour.

Meet Sasha in Make Me (Prequel Novella to Kill Me) and Kill Me! Both are 99cents each.

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England.

She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.

Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.

LP loves to hear from readers so please get in touch.


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