Title: London Soul
Series: London Royal
Duet #2
Author: Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
Release Date: November 19,
2019
Review Source: Give Me Books
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Before her, I
was:
Rich.
Entitled.
A possessive
pain in the ass.
Who am I
kidding? I still am.
Love wasn’t for
me.
I’d come to
terms with that a long time ago.
And then I met
her. I was this close to freedom. But one look at her and I was caught in a web
I couldn’t escape. One I didn’t want to escape.
But then someone
took her from me. Now they’ll find out just how far I’m willing to go to get
her back.
To save the woman I love, all I need to do is expose my secrets. Secrets that will have
consequences for her and the crown.
Yes!!!! I got to
read it; I wasn't disappointed either. I devoured it in one sitting. We are back
with our beloved Alexi and Abbie. I was so happy that the "secret"
was out and that it played out in a good way. I couldn't believe who the
antagonist in this story was. Although if I'm honest, he gave me the willies in
the first book, but never as a threat. The threat was those on the throne.
While I love the book and the people in it. That ending was DELICIOUS. I
couldn't believe it. I am still reeling!!! You guys, like screaming NOOOO
reeling. I really want to tell y'all what happened, but I can't give it away. I
can't believe who stepped up and what happened. I can't wait to see what
happens with Xander.
You will love
it. Seriously.
I scanned the
crowd. Apparently, kink didn’t scare off the young, elite, and rich. The usual
crowd I’d see at China White were all here trying too hard not to look
desperately bored. Through the crowd, I spotted a flashbulb go off, and I
stiffened.
Calm down, mate.
Of course, the club had hired photographers for the event. But I eyed the
shutterbug again. Slight build. Dirty blond hair gelled up into spikes. I could
have sworn I’d seen him before. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at
attention, but I couldn’t place the guy. I needed to calm down. The hiring
staff would only hire reputable photographers. They knew that we required the
utmost privacy, and they wouldn’t hire anyone who had ever worked with the
tabloids. But still, I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d seen the guy before.
Maybe he was one of Xander’s students?
“Speaking of
complications…” I muttered. I couldn’t have missed Abbie’s entrance with her
friends if I’d been trying.
Sophie squealed when
she spotted me, and immediately a flock of women swarmed the models. One of the
guys put his arm around Abbie, and I had the irrational urge to plant my fist
in his face.
She’d texted
earlier to say she was going out, but I had no idea she’d end up here.
As always, she
looked stunning. She’d worn her braids piled on top of her head in some kind of
bun, with long dangling earrings showing off her slender neck.
Gemma glanced
toward the entrance. “Given the electric sparks between you two across a room,
I see why the urgency.”
“Leave it, Gem.”
“Just saying.
Give me a couple of weeks before you two get cited for public eye shagging.”
She gathered up her purse. “I think I’ll go see what Nick’s up to.”
I didn’t even
see which way she went because my attention was so focused on Abbie. And as if
she felt my eyes on her, she immediately looked up.
When our gazes
locked, need chased the elation through my veins. I’d only seen her yesterday,
but any time I spent away from her felt like eons. But it wasn’t like I could
really complain. She’d had work to do for my brother. I tried not to think
about what Xander had said about her. It didn’t matter what Xander thought. I
couldn’t stop seeing her.
She climbed the
stairs, her soft skirt swishing against her legs as she did. When she reached
the landing, she fixed me with a smile. “Fancy meeting you here.” She looked
around surreptitiously. “In a sex club.”
“Oh, is it a sex
club? I hadn’t noticed.” I grinned. “Nick’s idea.”
“Ahh, he didn’t
really strike me as the whips-and-chains kind of guy.” She shrugged.
For several
moments, we stood facing each other, neither moving, forcing anyone who wanted
access to the stairs to go around us. Finally, I angled my body a little closer
to her and said, “It’s one of his dad’s clubs. Do you want to go somewhere a
little more private… to talk?”
Her eyes
flashed. “Yeah.” She cleared her throat. “Talking seems like a really good
idea, actually.”
I took her hand
and led her through the throngs of the VIP section, past the dominatrix with
her victim for the night, and past the sex viewing rooms. She held on tight to
me as we passed by them.
“Are they
having…”
“Yeah.” As much
as I wanted to be with her, I hated having her here in the midst of all the
kink that was going on. “Maybe we should leave the club?”
“I—No. It’s
okay. We came as a group for Jasper’s gig tonight. Apparently, there’s some big
promoter here. Jasper’s hoping to get some representation tonight. We’re sort
of supporting him. Everyone would notice if I left.”
“Right.” Jasper.
Jasper might be my friend, but jealousy ate at me. I wanted her there to
support me. Of course, I’d have to tell her something real about myself first.
I found the private rooms, then after looking around to make sure no one paid
us any attention, I dragged her inside. Dim red light illuminated the
comfortable-looking couch and bed. Her eyes widened as she glanced around.
“This is… cozy.”
I kissed her
softly, and for a moment, all the tension ebbed out of my body. “I just wanted
to be alone with you for two minutes before things get crazy out there and we
don’t have a minute to talk all night.”
“No. It’s fine.”
She placed a hand on my chest, and my heart hammered. “I’d rather get a minute
with you, even if it’s in a sex room. I wanted to talk to you about something.”
We’d spent a lot
of time together over the last week, but we hadn’t been alone. Always out in
public. Even the photo lab had been occupied when I’d gone to help her. The one
night we’d made a date for her to go to my place, she’d had to do some
schoolwork for Xander and rescheduled. The prick of guilt stung as I thought of
how badly her last critique had gone.
“Okay, talk.” I
kissed the crook of her neck and inhaled. Her perfume, mixed with her unique
scent, drove me a little crazy and made my head swim.
“Alexi, I
can’t—” She moaned when I licked her. “I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
“Okay, sorry.” I
drew back. “Sometimes I forget to slow down.”
She blinked up
at me and inhaled deeply. “Sometimes I don’t want you to.”
I stilled. What?
“I don’t understand.”
“Have you
noticed that even after we said we’d ease up on intensity we’ve been spending
every minute we can together?”
Something
ominous and slimy squirmed in my gut. “I thought that was a good thing.”
“It is. Maybe we
don’t need to take it quite so slow anymore.”
Relief washed
over me like a wave. As did panic. I was totally fucked. I was completely in
love with her. And there were things she still didn’t know about me.
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Bestselling Author, NANA MALONE’s love of all things romance and adventure
started with tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a
sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love
with kick-butt heroines ever since.
With her
overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter of time before she started creating her own characters. Waiting for her chance at
a job as a ninja assassin, Nana, meantime works out her drama, passion, and sass
with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she
is.
The books in her
series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble best-seller
lists as well as the iTunes Breakout Books list and most notably the USA Today
Bestseller list.
Until that ninja
job comes through, you’ll find Nana working hard on additional books for her
series as well as other fun, sassy romances for characters that won’t leave her
alone. And if she’s not working or hiding in the closet reading, she’s acting
out scenes for her husband, daughter, and puppy in sunny San Diego.
Want to hit me
up? Just email me: nana@nanamaloneromance.com
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