Last Resort
by Amber Malloy
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Date October 21st 2017
Publisher:
Evernight Publishing
Genres:
Interracial/BWWM
The
Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . LAST RESORT . . . One romantic suspense that had the hint of more. There was that
banter, snark, secrets, mystery, friendship, differences, and someone trying to
kill Cayden. I got more than I was anticipating. I was looking to get a good
read but this one put me over the top. I was only to read a few chapters to get
my feet wet and I ended up finishing the entire read in one sitting. These two
friends but not friends from high school had opposites written all over them.
Cayden was the rich-girl from the
right side of town and Levi was the bad-boy from the other side. Things could
not have been set up for them to be more different. Cayden had made a name for
herself as a crime writer. She came back home to her own very cold case and was
working to find the answers. She just was not expecting that a different side venture
would result in her obtaining a partner to figure this mystery out.
The trigger for me in this
romantic suspense was that the female, Cayden, was the one that came from money.
She was the one that had a great career and was going places. She was smart and
resourceful. The female took lead character to a new high or at least set her
on a different path than the majority of the female leads in romance reads. This was in no way a bad reflection on Levi.
He was male after all. It was just different to see the woman take charge and
move forward.
The resort here was more like a
common denominator for the read. Levi wanted his family resort back and Cayden
was the partner that he had to get rid of, not fall in love with.
BLURB
African American socialite and
bestselling crime writer Cayden Young returns to her high school stomping
grounds to solve a cold case. Unfortunately, her hot business partner is in her
way. In love since high school, they couldn’t work out their rich-girl,
poor-boy differences. While she attempts to put the past to rest, she ends up
unearthing a more than a decade-old secret that could get her killed.
Former Marine Levi Scott is ready
to take over his family’s resort fulltime. The only problem is he needs to buy
out his partner, who he happens to be in love with. Always on unsure footing
with the wealthy beauty, he is determined to get her out of his life for once
and all, and decides the best way to do so is offering to help her solve a
thirteen-year-old cold case. Soon, they figure out the murderer may still
reside in their posh resort town … and Cayden could be next on their list.
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Excerpt:
Since the
third step always creaked under foot, he counted to ten before he flipped on
the lamp and loosened his tie.
“Holy
shit, Levi! What the hell?” She jumped while he bit back a chuckle.
“Isn’t
that my line?” Beads of water from her shower gathered on her skin. She wore a
pair of barely-there yoga shorts, and Levi could see straight through her tank
top. Round, full breasts were easy to make out beneath her stretched-too-thin
material.
“There’s
no way that event ended this early,” she scolded him.
“Forgive
me for ruining your heist … should I leave and come back to let you finish?”
Everything about the woman turned him on, starting with her messy bun and
black-framed glasses.
No
rich-girl representative or spoiled brat came to steal time in his shower spa.
Instead, the real girl next door stood in front of him. “My shower was one
thing, Ms. Young, but my last bottle of wine?”
She held
onto a bottle of Riesling, shipped from the Italian vineyard that wanted the
resort to use them exclusively. “Do you not remember telling me to stop taking
wine from the resort?”
“There’s
this thing called inventory, and if a bottle is missing,” he spoke slowly as if
talking with a child, “it is considered stolen. Much like what you’re doing
right now.” He pointed to the contraband in her hand.
“I beg to
differ. You don’t even like Riesling, Mr. Scott.” She smiled innocently. “So
what happened? Did you forget something?”
“Now that
you mention it…” Taking off his tux jacket, he threw it off to the side. “What
do you think about this couch?”
Cayden
shook her head, probably not following his line of questioning. “Heirloom? It
doesn’t really go with the décor.”
“Exactly!
I worked my ass off to make this place look … what’s the word?”
“Modern,”
she offered.
“Manly.
But we’ll go with your term. Look at this craftsmanship … dark, hardwood
floors, straight lines, and that kitchen is a work of art. I made that
farmhouse table by hand,” he bragged, glad she didn’t interrupt. “Then there’s
this monstrosity … a red velvet Victorian. And let’s not forget the piano. No
one plays that shit. Why the hell do we even have it? My mother claims it’s too
valuable to put in storage, so she leaves this crap here.”
“I’m
guessing you want to get rid of it?”
“Of
course, but you know Lydia’s weapon of choice is guilt,” he complained while
rolling up his sleeves. “I was thinking if I changed or altered it in some way,
then maybe I could tolerate it.”
“Hmmm.”
She tilted her head to the side while she relaxed her stance. “What do you have
in mind?”
“For
starters, I’m going to put you on top of it, and eat your pussy until your head
explodes. After that, we can wing it.” Levi didn’t know if she would accept his
proposition, but he didn’t anticipate the smile that slowly graced her pretty
lips.
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Author Info
Amber Malloy dreamed of being a
double agent but couldn’t pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that
she couldn’t legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as
pastry chef. When she’s not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake,
she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he’s faking his
French accent.
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