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Blurb
The sixth book in the #1 iBooks bestselling Gypsy Brothers series.
Juliette and Jase may be out of Dornan’s immediate reach, but as tensions rise, will they end up walking right into the enemy’s trap?
Can Juliette forgive Jase for his devastating betrayal, or will it destroy everything they’ve been fighting for?
EXCERPT
He killed my father. I’m having his baby.
He killed my father. I’m having his baby.
Those two sentences are on repeat in my head, the agony of the rolling waves almost too much for me to bear.
And the agony of my nausea slams into me again with the violent rock of the waves that carry us to safer shores. I think. I hope.
But really, how safe am I? I’m suddenly questioning everything, stuck in a vortex of swirling paranoia and doubt. Is Jase on Dornan’s side? He killed my father. He didn’t even try to deny it.
I can’t believe it, I can’t accept it, and I just wish I could think straight for five fucking minutes. I wish I didn’t feel like this. I’ve left one prison, the one Dornan constructed for me, only to be trapped in one of my own making. The one in my mind that goes over and over and over again.
I’m curled as tight as I can get into a ball on a bed in the main cabin of the boat. We must be going pretty fast, or be in some crazy swell, because I swear if the boat tilted a little more, it’d capsize.
The door is closed. I made Elliot promise he wouldn’t let Jase come in here. I’m going to have to face him eventually, but I just can’t face him now. I don’t want to hear his excuses, if he even has any. He killed my father.
I’ve never been afraid of drowning before, but right now, I’m terrified. Drowning in this ship. Drowning in lies and in blood. Drowning in my own treacherous deceit. For so long, I’ve had only one goal – to destroy Dornan. I was too busy focusing on his suffering to notice or care about my own, and now, I feel so damned broken. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to feel normal again.
In fact, come to think of it, I don’t even know what normal is.
I jump as a warm hand touches my shoulder.
“Hey,” a low voice murmurs beside me.
I turn over to see Elliot lying beside me, his pose mirroring mine. I can see water lashing against the small round window that looks out to the cruel sea we travel within.
“You’re shaking,” Elliot says, frowning as he reaches out a hand to me. Without thinking, I shrink back, an automatic response after three months of Dornan’s psychotic hands being the only ones to reach for me. Elliot’s face crumples into something resembling sadness—despair—as he reaches out to me again, slower this time, and pushes my lank hair back from my face.
Am I even here? I’m not sure. This could all be a dream. An elaborate, drug-induced hallucination. The thought makes me reel. Am I out? Or am I still in the basement? Is Elliot in front of me, or is it Dornan?
I scramble away from Elliot, clambering off the bed and backing up to the far end of the tiny room. Behind me, waves pound violently into the thick glass porthole, the only thing separating us from the deadly currents beyond. The movement of the waves catches my attention and I turn, mesmerized, as I press a trembling palm up to the freezing cold glass.
Am I here? Am I alive?
A nudge in my stomach, nothing more than a flutter really, propels me back to sanity.
Yes. I am here. I am here, while Elliot hovers behind me, and Jase and Luis are somewhere beyond the door that keeps me safe in this room.
And I am carrying a baby inside me. A baby that should never have existed.
And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a terrible thing.
“‘Oh, fuck,’ I moan, pressing my mouth to his tattooed shoulder and biting gently. I could come right now, like this, especially with the way he’s touching me, two fingers now thrusting slowly in and out of my wetness.”
Okay now that I have your attention… so Three Years was a massive cluster fuck of traumatic events that left us all sitting in a corner shaking back and forth…
I expected no less from this one, however, instead of it being massively traumatic it was gut wrenching…
“To wreak vengeance on Dornan, to drag him out to the desert, shoot him in the stomach and wait for the vultures to pick out his fucking entrails while he screams. My dark fantasies of the ways I will torture him are the only things that keep me alive.”
And caused many WTF’s to fly from my mouth…
And that ending, those mother fucking endings!!!! Lili I don’t know how you manage it every time but it always ends where I am just left on the edge of my seat trying to shake my Kindle to make it turn to the next page because I need to know what is going to happen next!!!! I NEED IT!!!!
Needless to say I’m a happy customer once again with this one!!! If you haven’t started this series you might as well wait for #7 to come out I suppose… but be warned if you start it you will devour it and it will consume you…
“God, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking wet.” He continues to touch me with an intensity that tells me he’s only just getting started…”
Gypsy Brothers Series by Lili Saint Germain
Seven Sons (Gypsy Brothers, Book One) ♥ FREE ♥ KRIS’S 5 BEAN REVIEW
Six Brothers (Gypsy Brother, Book Two) ♥ KRIS’S 5 BEAN REVIEW
Five Miles (Gypsy Brothers, Book Three) ♥ KRIS’S 5 BEAN REVIEW
Four Score (Gypsy Brothers, Four) ♥ KRIS’S 5 BEAN REVIEW
Three Years (Gypsy Brothers, Book Five) ♥ KRIS’S 5 BEAN REVIEW
Two Roads (Gypsy Brothers, Book Six) ♥ KRIS’S 5 BEAN REVIEW
One Love (Gypsy Brothers, Book Seven) ♥ Pre Order
Lili Saint Germain
Lili writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.
She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
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