STEEL
The
Trinity, #3
by J.L.
Lora
Publication
Date: March 6th 2018
Genres: Adult,
Romantic Suspense, Cartel, Organized Crime
BLURB
Only the Devil you know has the
power to really hurt you.
Strong, daring, and loyal to a
fault, Amelia Solis is the soul of The Trinity. Yet, this leader of New York’s
top cartel has become a pawn in the game of revenge. All to hurt Leandro, the
man she wants more than life but cannot be with.
The enemy’s always watching,
biding his time.
Leandro Masseur, Lieutenant in
the McLean crime family, earned his position through loyalty, shrewd business,
and ruthlessness. His enemies never see the bullet until it’s ready to lodge
between their eyes. When a dead woman is found in Amelia’s bed, his world is
flipped off its axis.
Their Devil knows what buttons to
push.
Four women will die before a
killer finishes a macabre target list, with Amelia as his crown piece. Leandro
and Amelia must dodge the barrage of bullets and bombs to keep her safe.
Tragedy has left them scarred and broken. But love won’t be denied, won’t wait,
and Leandro won’t stop fighting for a chance. The only woman he’s ever loved
has been marked for death. Leandro won’t let that happen.
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EXCERPT
I never
needed a drink to sleep before. Not the day I shot my first guy right through
the eyes. Not during the years Sebastian tried to turn me into his little
bitch. Not after I got shot, and it’d hurt like a motherfucker. I hadn't needed
a drink to sleep then.
Until
Amelia Solis stormed into my life. It was bye-bye Leandro Masseur.
One
fucking day, an elevator door opened and her laughter pealed out. God witnesses
daily how much I wish I had never turned around to see her step out of that
elevator. Every fucking thing in my life went to shit, dragged and smeared
around at her will. One look at her and I’d fallen through a hole full of
obsessions, eating all my player promises.
Never-love-them-Leo
would never fall in love with a woman, let a woman call the shots, or spend
hours thinking about a woman.
So how
the hell do I, of all the fools in the world, find myself here? Waking up
feeling like shit and worshiping at the altar of a woman determined not to be
with me. The answer is simple and complicated.
Yes, it
was the painted-on-her-skin, black dress that spotlighted her curves. And yes,
it was the way she walked to a sexy beat like a Maxwell song. And yes, it was
her Coke-can-red lips, weapons more dangerous than the knife she carried in her
leather boot strap or purse or in a sheath under her skirts.
Last
night, again, she’d driven me to the understanding, comforting arms of whiskey.
Noah married Gia, but Amelia tells me we cannot be. We cannot be, but she
eye-fucks me as our friends take their vows. I don't blame her. I feasted on
her, like a homeless man looking through the glass of a bakery. The things I
did to her with my eyes and mind…me, her, the priest, the tent, the flowers,
the chairs, all should have been on fire.
But no,
the wedding's over and she hightails it back to New York with some bullshit
excuse about checking on her friend Byanca.
My phone
beeps again. I snatch it and almost fall off the bed when I see her name. My
heart jabs at my chest and I turn into a boy again. That's what she does to me.
I'm sorry, her
text says. I want to slam my phone against the wall, over and over until it
shreds into plastic and wiry ribbons. I flip the cell on the bed away from me
like it offends me. I lay back down, contemplating texting her back, telling
her not to worry about me. I won't be bothering her with my attention anymore.
Leandro Masseur will go back to not begging her. She can have all the space she
wants. As a matter of fact, I'll give her more. I'll be so distant that it'll
make all the states between New York and California seem like a stroll down the
block.
A scream
bounces off the walls and my heart punches through my chest. My hand palms the
Glock under my pillow, my head already calculating where it came from, how to
get there, if the hallway's clear.
Everyone
in the house scrolls through my mind at once. Alec, the twins, but my mind
settles on Carissa. I don't know when I left the bed. My next breath, I'm at
the door, securing the hallway and making my way to the home office. Carissa
wails, prickling every pore in my body and I know it's bad. Bad enough to make
my stomach clench because I don't know what it is, or who.
Who,
because someone's dead.
Author Info
J. L. Lora is a
Dominican-American author. Her stories explore the dark side of good
characters, people living in the gray areas of life while playing the cards
life has dealt them. She loves strong heroines and their equally powerful Men.
She currently lives in Maryland, pursuing her dream of writing compelling,
sexy, can’t-put-down stories about empowered, badass alpha heroines and
take-your-breath-away alpha heroes.
If you wish to know more
information about J. L. Lora, you can visit her website: www.JLLora.com.
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