Meet Mendoza & Ava in the explosive new Hitman
novel from the bestselling authors of Last
Kiss and Last Hit a jungle
mercenary
and a female target find love on the run...
LAST HOPE IS NOW LIVE!
Mendoza: I grew up in the slums
and lost everything I loved to poverty, illness, and death. I had only one
skill to leverage myself out of my circumstances—violence. Being hired out as a
mercenary hitman brought me money and built an empire. But all that I've fought
for is in jeopardy. My next job: Steal secret information that could bring down
world governments. Find my target. Destroy it. But then, I meet her.
Ava: Karma hates me. When my best
friend Rose is kidnapped, I have no choice but to take a job as a mule for a
pair of criminals intent on selling top-secret information to the highest
bidder. I should have known that bad luck tends to cling, because the plane I'm
on goes down. That I survived a crash-landing was a miracle. And so was being
rescued by Rafe Mendoza—hot, sexy, dangerous. The thing is, he wants the
information that I need to free Rose. I can't let him have it, but I need his
help. And I need to fight this crazy attraction for this mercenary with hungry
eyes. Rose is depending on me, and I won't let her down, no matter how
appealing Rafe is.
EXCERPT
The ricochet of the bullet has swollen my eye shut. I might be slightly
concussed from the free fall from six thousand feet into the jungle. I’ve no
clue where we are and we have no supplies, but I’ve never been happier than
when Ava stuck her tits into my face. Those babies felt like the softest
pillows ever created and I would’ve been happy to suffocate in damp valley of
cleavage. Maybe I’d even get the chance to lick her sweat away.
I might have groaned and pretended my injury was worse to lengthen the
moment. Her delicate hands smoothed over my forehead and, it may have been my
imagination, but it seemed liked she might’ve lingered over my hair. Dig in, I
want to grunt.
“What the heck is that sound?” Ava clutches me to her.
If I don’t answer, does that mean I can stay in this position forever?
Because I want to. Actually, no, I’d like to move over and suck one fat tit
into my mouth until it’s hard as a diamond. Then I’d like to slide down until
my mouth is level with her pussy and see how salty sweet she tastes between her
legs. The beast between my legs roars to life and it’s a good thing that the
monkeys above us scream again, causing her to jump and strike my good eye with
her elbow. The pain serves as a reminder of where we are, who I am, and what
the fuck I should be paying attention to.
“It’s the howler monkey. They sound like humans screaming or sometimes
like the jaguar. They’re kind of dumb and if we found Afonso’s gun, we’d be
able to kill one and have meat every night for a week.”
She shudders. “I don’t want to eat monkey.”
The jungle is hot and wet during the day and cold at night. If the
mosquitos don’t eat you alive, the jaguars and anacondas might. Not very many
people can crash-land into the middle of the Amazon and make it out alive, but
I’m upping our odds from around 20 percent to 50 percent based on Ava’s
positive attitude. Unless my eye heals up, I’m not giving us more than that. If
we could find the Boy Scout bag, though, we could bring our odds up
significantly.
“There’s plenty of food in the Amazon from plantains to fish, so if you
don’t like monkey, we won’t eat it.”
She shudders again. “Thank you.”
“You a vegetarian?”
No, that couldn’t be right. Didn’t she eat some prosciutto at the café?
But I want to hear it from her. I want to know everything about her.
“No, but for some reason eating something that screams like a human
freaks me out.”
“Monkey is off the menu,” I say, making no attempt to move away from her
rack. “I have a knife in my belt.”
“Do you have anything else besides the knife?” she asks. Her tone is
accusatory like I’m holding out on her.
“No,” I say slowly. “Just the knife.”
She narrows her eyes and then reaches out with her good hand and pokes
my waistline. “What about that?”
“My pants? I don’t think that they’d fit you or they’d be a good weapon.
Besides, I’d rather my legs didn’t get eaten by mosquitos.”
“Look, if you just plan on leaving me behind, then do it now. Don’t
string me along.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Just my luck to perv on a
crazy woman.
“That!” she spits out, and this time her finger jabs lower, right into
the meat of my dick. I flinch back. “I can tell you’re packing something.
What’s that thing in your pocket?”
“None of your fucking business,” I growl out, my happy feeling sucked
away. I can feel the heat rising in my face that has nothing to do with the
humidity. I will my erection to subside but as she stares at it, it does
nothing but grow.
“Oh my god. Is that a . . . that’s not a gun, is it?” Her lips part in
shock.
“No.” The erection isn’t going to go down anytime soon. Not with her
eyes wide with wonder. She raises her gaze to me and then drops back down
again, and hell if she doesn’t lick her fucking lips. I turn away, unzip, and
then pull the shaft straight up behind the waistband of my cargo pants. I
fasten the zipper, carefully, and then pull my T-shirt down over the top. It
hides most of the problem. “Let’s go.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles.
I surge to my feet, catching her off guard. She stumbles back and
thankfully stops staring at my junk. “Enough,” I growl more roughly than I
intend. “We have important things to concentrate on, like where are we going to
sleep for the night.”
She looks stricken and nods in agreement. “Sorry, I just was taken by
surprise. You don’t have to tell me what’s in your pocket if you don’t want to.
But I need to remind you that we’re in this together.”
I feel like an ass. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry that she thinks
my dick is fake. That’s a new one.
Last Hope (Hitman #4) by Jessica Clare and Jen Frederick
Godzilla ....REALLY??
I like cute and quirky but this didn't do it for me. I was disappointed in this story.
Ava,I liked but she thought and talked about the size of Rafe's junk at least half the book.
Yeah, at one point they were stranded in the jungle but I really don't think a guy's junk size would be the main topic of conversation. It literally overpowered everything.
Rafe is likable but not swoon-worthy even with his Maglite size cock. He was just a little unbelievable, a guy with that equipment would have stuck it somewhere BEFORE Ava. She is NOT the only woman that could handle or try to handle supersize.....but I digress.
I would have rated it higher if the action would have been the star of the story......instead of Godzilla. Okay, I'm sorry, I won't mention it again. The story did have its moments and that's what kept me going. Not me visualizing Rafe's ginormous cock. Ooops, I did it again.
About Jen Frederick
Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one
rambunctious dog. She's been reading
stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to
hear from readers so drop her a line at jensfrederick@gmail.com.
About Jessica Clare
Jill Myles has been an
incurable romantic since childhood. She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books
first, looks for a dirty joke in just about everything, and thinks to this day
that the Little House on the Prairie books should have been steamier.
After devouring hundreds of
paperback romances, mythology books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to
write a few books of her own - stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and
lots of super-sexy situations. She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed,
her heroines witty, and she loves nothing more than watching them overcome
adversity to fall into bed together.
Thank you for the review.
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