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Series: The Kings #1
on April 3, 2018
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Source: Barclay Publicity
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THE MAN SHE HATES TO LOVE
Beckett King just inherited his father's fortune, his company-and all his enemies. If he's going to stay on top, he needs someone he can trust beside him. And though they've been rivals for years, there's no one he trusts more than Samara Mallick.
The rebel. That's how Samara has always thought of Beckett. And he's absolutely living up to his unpredictable ways when he strides into her office and asks for help. She can't help wondering if it's a legit request or just a ploy to get her into bed. Not that she'd mind either one. After all, she likes to live on the edge too.
But soon the threats to the King empire are mounting, and the two find family secrets darker than they ever imagined and dangerous enough to get them both killed.
THE LAST KING
Beckett and Samara’s story is now available!
Ultra wealthy and super powerful, the King family is like royalty in Texas. But who will keep the throne? New York Times bestselling author Katee Robert introduces a red-hot new series.
Keep reading to get a sneak peek excerpt and enter the giveaway for one of ten (10) print copies of THE LAST KING!
Praise for The Last King:
“Top Pick! Beckett and Samara are a fantastic, modern couple. They clash in the boardroom and the bedroom, are total equals, and their bring-it-on spirit makes every interaction lively and exciting — whether clothes are on or off. … The heart of this romance is the development of trust between Beckett and Samara, and Robert expertly unfolds it, revealing the emotional connection on both sides under the flash and fire of their irresistible chemistry. 4 1/2 stars.”—RT Book Reviews
Steamy Contemporary Romance, with dual-pov.
Book #1 of a new series.
I know this is going to be another amazing series from Ms. Robert!
- Addictiveness: The beginning was a little slow-paced, but then BOOM! It all started happening and I was kept on the edge of my seat. Lot of suspense here.
- Character: hero 5/5, heroine 4/5, secondary characters 4/5, growth 5/5, real 5/5 Ms. Robert is a master on character development. They are all so easy to fall in love, to connect and understand. Beckett is really a KING! Wow, that man is hot, passionate, sweet and caring. He had a bucket full of problems, but he was always caring about Samara and completely understanding her position. Samara, wasn’t as fast to fall in love with. She was really guarded and had reasons to be this way. She got on my nerves a bit, but as the story progress, so did Samara. By the end of the story I was completely in love with her. 🙂 Many interest secondary characters that I know will get their on book. Yes, I can’t wait for Frank’ story.
- Cover: art 4.5/5, title 5/5, subtitle 4.5/5, color-font 5/5, buy 5/5 This is a great cover. It totally matches Beckett with his bike and at the same time is refreshing. I love a bare-chested man, but I also like when authors can find sexy art work without the mostly common theme for romance book covers. Perfect title and good usage of colors. I only wished for a bit smaller size of font. I would buy this book without reading the blurb!!!
- Plot: believable 5/5, conflict 4/5, dialogue 5/5, ending 5/5, enjoyment 5/5, opening 3/5, pace 4/5, setting 5/5, subplots 4/5, twists 3/5 Slow opening and wonderful ending. Good conflict and dialogues written by a wordsmith. Steady pace with enough subplots to enhance the story. A plot full of mystery and suspense that made the story very enjoyable and believable.
- Romance: believable 5/5, chemistry 5/5, description 5/5, development 5/5, steam 4/5 This was the perfect romance. Their chemistry was unbelievable and impossible to resist. They tried. Then from hot to each other, they started to admire and later love each other. It grew accordingly, it never felt rushed. Oh, the steamy scenes here are HOT HOT HOT! Beckett is a KING, lucky Samara!
- Writing Style: We all have our favorites, Ms. Roberts has for a while been one of mine. She writes love stories with the perfect balance between suspense and heat. Her novels are full of danger in and out of the bedroom. She is wonderful with words and her character development is superb. There are never loose ends in her books. This is another masterpiece from the author!
- Freshness: The villain was very predictable and I didn’t find nothing very different here. But who needs a totally original concept when the old one has worked perfectly for the author? Even knowing who was causing all the trouble, the suspenseful parts were really well done and kept me guessing what would happen next.
I can’t wait for the second book!
31/35 STARS – 4 STARS (between 28 and 31 out of 35 stars)
Addictiveness: 4 Character: 4.5 Cover: 4.5 Freshness: 3.5 Plot: 4.5 Romance: 5 Writing Style: 5
- Action 0/5
- Angst 0/5
- Darkness 0/5
- Humor 2/5
- Romance 5/5
- Suspense/Mystery 0/5
- Would I recommend? I would recommend this book for everyone that enjoys a sweet romance.
- Would I re-read this book? No.
- Would I re-read this series? Sure.
- Would I read more from the author? Yes, Ms. Ryan is one of my to-go authors for Romantic Comedy, Contemporary.
You MAY read this because you follow the author; you SHOULD read this because you enjoy steamy romance; you MUST read this for a flawless Romantic Suspense!!!
The Last King Excerpt
Copyright © 2018 Katee Robert
Heaven was Samara in a little green dress.
Beckett watched her walk across the lobby, her mile-long legs eating up the distance with ease. That glimpse of wildness she’d given him last night was in full effect today, her hair a mass of black waves that seemed to curl and snap around her shoulders with each step. Her dress fitted her like a second skin, sloping down over her breasts, her stomach, to her hips and thighs.
But it was her dark eyes that drew and held him. Anger and desire and something like guilt lingered there, and she held his gaze as she stopped in front of him. “Do I meet your expectation?”
She arched a single eyebrow. “I know.”
That surprised a laugh out of him. Beckett turned to the elevator bank and offered his elbow. The gentlemanly move was over-the-top for their current circumstances, but he couldn’t be this close to her without touching her. Kissing her now, here, was a terrible damn idea, so he’d settle for the small touch. “No false modesty. I like that.”
“I think we’ve established that I don’t operate based on what you like.” Despite her words, amusement pulled at the edges of her lips, and she set her hand carefully on his forearm. “Every time I think I have your number down, you surprise me. Most guys get pissy pants if a woman doesn’t fall at their feet when they call her beautiful.”
“I’m not most guys.” He waited for the elevator door to open and led her onto it. “You can’t fit me into a box and write me off, Samara.”
“I’m beginning to see that.” She shook her head, her hair brushing against his shoulder. “My life would be a whole lot easier if I could.”
He couldn’t argue that, so he didn’t bother. Beckett took them up to the executive level. He noted the way she studied everything, obviously filing away every bit of information she could lay her eyes on. “What does Lydia pay you these days?”
She dropped her arm and stepped back. “Oh no. I don’t think so.” She pointed at him. “We went over this last night. I’m not for sale.”
“It’s an innocent question.”
“It is most definitely not an innocent question.” She looked like she wanted to take off her shoe and throw it at his head. “I don’t care what issue you and your aunt have. I’m not part of it. You don’t get to use me as leverage. I’m not a pawn for either of you to sacrifice in this pissing match you have going on.”
Shame tried to take hold, but he wouldn’t let it. Samara knew the game, no matter how much it apparently offended her. “I’m the bad guy for trying to offer you a job, but I’m sure you agreed to show up here solely out of the goodness of your heart.” He pretended to think about it. “Wait, no you didn’t—which you already admitted. You’re here because Lydia wants to do whatever it takes to sink Morningstar. Full stop.” He motioned at the offices behind him. “Wake up, Samara. I’m only playing the game she made the rules for.”
She took in the empty COO office on the other side of the glass wall. “She poached your employees.”
“Convenient timing, don’t you think?”
“You’re not still harping on that paranoid talk about Lydia meeting Nathaniel.” Samara hesitated and then moved to stand in front of him. She pressed her lips together and then very gently said, “Do you think maybe it’s a good idea for you to talk to someone?”
Beckett jerked back. “What?”
There was nothing but sympathy in her dark eyes. “I’m serious, Beckett. I’ve known you a long time, at least by reputation, and this delusion you have going isn’t like you. Is it possible that Nathaniel’s death is hitting you harder than you realize? That you’re fixating on Lydia instead of your own grief because it’s easier to deal with an enemy than face the fact you can never make things right with your father?”
Every word flayed him, cutting to the quick. Beckett gritted his teeth against the need to tell Samara that she was the one who wasn’t thinking clearly. To yell. To expel some of the ugliness that had been brewing in him for a very, very long time. “I didn’t call you here to offer you a job, and I sure as hell don’t need a shrink.”
She stood her ground as he advanced. Her heels put them at the same height and she still managed to look down her nose at him. “Then why did you call me here?”
Because I can’t spend another moment alone without going out of my mind.
He didn’t say it. To admit how long it had been since he’d felt a connection with another person was to hand Samara—Lydia—a loaded gun and invite her to point it directly at him. He didn’t answer her verbally at all. Beckett cupped her waist and slowly pulled her against him, giving her plenty of time to register his intentions.
“Beckett.” Despair colored her tone and she gave a desperate laugh. “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know.” Using a hand on the small of her back, he pressed her firmly against him. “I don’t want to stop.”
Samara hesitated, but finally placed her hands gingerly against his chest. He waited, letting her decide. Yes or no. Push or pull. Stay or go. She hitched a breath. “I don’t want to stop, either.”
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