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!”
“Yes.”
“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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