We want to welcome you to Part 2 of Chapter One Reveal and Pre-Release event for Kele Moon’s Upcoming Release in Untamed Hearts Series!
To be fair… Vik won’t call dibs on Chuito, it just seems unfair, although very VERY tempting to run away with him.
So instead we are happy to be part of this Exclusive tour of a 4-part Chapter ONE reveal so you get a PEEK into Chuito as well!
We are stop #2… IF you haven’t read part #1 we suggest hopping back to Swept Away by Romance and starting from the beginning… if you have well proceed right on ahead…
Title: The Slayer (Untamed Hearts, #2)
Author: Kele Moon
Genre: Erotic | Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 31, 2015
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He was a devil.
She was an angel.
Two people who should’ve never met, let alone become friends, but it’s not until they give into the dangerous passion that’s been simmering under the surface for five years that things go to hell.
On the outside, Chuito ‘The Slayer’ Garcia is on top of the world. He’s successful. He’s wealthy. He’s a champion MMA fighter surrounded by friends who support him, but they don’t know what he was before he came to Garnet.
Now his past is churning up demons he can’t ignore. Chuito knows he needs to go back to Miami to end it, but there’s something holding him back, a single temptation he can’t resist before leaving.
She’s the one drug he can’t give up…even if it destroys them both.
“To me you’re coke. Fine. Smooth. Perfectly white. Very bad for me, but so fucking sexy I don’t give a shit. It’s worth going down for.” – Chuito Garcia
Chapter 1 – Part TWO
“If you’re not dating Alaine, you’re not welcome on this property anymore,” Chuito said to Edward rather than follow her. “There’re two legal ways of dealing with trespassing in this county. One of them is calling Wyatt, but if I’m dealing with it, I won’t be calling the cops.” The deadly threat was easy to believe as he promised, “I will end you, motherfucker.”
Chuito closed the door before Edward could respond, and then pushed past Alaine. He walked up the stairs, and Alaine ran up behind him. “I’m sorry.” When he opened his door, Alaine walked into his apartment with him. “Are you upset?”
Chuito opened his freezer and grabbed a bottle of liquor he kept there. Without saying a word, he got a glass out of the cabinet and filled it up halfway. Then he drank every dang drop. He winced but didn’t cough as he set the glass down on the counter and refilled it.
The anger still throbbing off him had her already frayed nerves raw. She did just break up with her second boyfriend in less than a year. This trying-to-please-her-father thing she had been working on really wasn’t turning out very well.
She jumped forward and grabbed the drink before Chuito could down it.
She tried to drink it all. She honestly did, because she knew Chuito drank it when he was stressed out, and she couldn’t imagine being more frazzled than she was right now.
It was just that it tasted like liquid fire, and it burned her throat.
She coughed and choked. Her eyes watered, and she lifted her hand to her mouth as she wheezed, “It’s dreadful. How do you—”
“I’ve got more practice,” Chuito finished as he took the cup from her and drank the rest of the contents. He gave her a hard look. “That pendejo called me a spic.”
She winced. “I’m sorry.”
“He should be dead right now.”
“Thank you for being diplomatic.” She gave him another apologetic look. “He didn’t deserve it, but I appreciate it.”
He stared at her for a long moment and then turned around and poured himself another drink. He took the shot and then tilted his head to look out the window. “He’s still out there.”
“Should I call Wyatt?”
“No, I already told you I wasn’t calling Wyatt.” Chuito’s voice was still threatening. “The game is to see if he leaves before the Patrón kicks in and chills me out enough to maim him instead of murder him.”
Alaine poured him another glass and pushed it toward him in silent offering. He drank it, and this time he didn’t wince, which was nothing short of a miracle. She filled up the glass and then took another big gulp, coughing a second time as she pushed up next to Chuito and looked out the window.
“Why did he say what he did?” Chuito asked her, the two of them still standing tightly together as they looked out the small window above the kitchen sink. “Did that imply what I think it did?”
“I wouldn’t sleep with him tonight,” Alaine admitted.
Chuito turned around. “Screw waiting for the Patrón.”
“No.” She jumped after him when he walked toward the door. She wrapped her arms around his waist, but he kept going. “He’s not worth it, Chu. I promise. Please.” He wasn’t listening. He just kept walking and taking her with him, like a big, unbending wall with legs. “We’re broken up!” she reminded him. “I’m never seeing him again. He’ll leave and go tell his friends that I’m a horrible lay like Joe did, and I can finally give up on dating forever. I’m terrible at it anyway. He’s the last one. Forever.”
Chuito stopped so fast Alaine lost her footing. She ended up on her ass on the floor, her fingers in the waistband of his jeans. He turned around in her arms so that her face was level with his crotch, and she arched an eyebrow as she looked at it.
Usually she was subtler, but it was right there, and everything about him was so masculine and beautiful. Carved. Hard. Decorated. She touched the S in his Slayer tattoo etched over his stomach muscles that were deep with ridges impossible to ignore.
His breath hitched, but she didn’t care.
She lifted her head and blinked at him, the action feeling slower somehow, as if her world had just been placed inside one of those Jell-O molds her mother used to make.
“You’re touching me.” His voice was low and sexy—the way it got sometimes at night when she lay in his bed talking to him.
“I know,” she whispered and looked back to his stomach. She splayed her hand out over it, enjoying the way it felt too much to stop.
“Okay.” Chuito reached down and wrapped both hands around her arms. He pulled her to her feet so that she was looking at the thick line of his throat, and the way the muscles on either side of it bunched as if he were stressed. She ran one finger down the curve of it, and for just a moment she swore he shuddered, before he choked out, “You’re drunk.”
“Maybe,” she agreed, because she knew where he stood on the two of them, but she always wanted to touch. If she had an excuse, why not go for it? She threaded her fingers into his short dark hair. She tugged, just to see how it felt, and Chuito surprised her by letting her pull his head back. He looked so good, so incredibly sexy. The rush sang into her veins, hot and needy as she rasped, “Oh my God.”
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A freckle faced, redhead born and raised in Hawaii, Kele Moon has always been a bit of a sore thumb and has come to enjoy the novelty of it. She thrives off pushing the envelope and finding ways to make the impossible work in her story telling. With a mad passion for romance, she adores the art of falling in love. The only rules she believes in is that, in love there are no rules and true love knows no bounds.
So obsessed is she with the beauty of romance and the novelty of creating it she’s lost in her own wonder world most of the time. Thankfully she married her own dark, handsome, brooding hero who had infinite patience for her airy ways and attempts to keep her grounded. When she leaves her keys in the refrigerator or her cell phone in the oven he’s usually there to save her from herself. The two of them now reside in Florida with their three beautiful children who make their lives both fun and challenging in equal parts–They wouldn’t have it any other way.