Title: Give Me Hell
Series: Give Me #4
Series: Give Me #4
Author: Kate McCarthy
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 6, 2017
Release Date: July 6, 2017
Blurb
Mackenzie
Valentine is wilful, fiery, and determined to prove she doesn’t need anyone. Desperate
to break free from the over-protective parents and three older brothers who
dictate her every move, she runs away at the age of seventeen to hunt down the
only boy who makes her feel alive.
Jake Romero
has no choice but to leave the best thing that ever happened to him, taking him
down a path that leads to notorious gang, the King Street Boys. When fate
throws Mackenzie back in his life, he turns her away in her time of need,
knowing he now lives a life in which she doesn’t belong. Except his decision
has shattering consequences, leading to secrets, lies, and the ultimate
betrayal.
Years
later, their lives continue to entwine, and when his past returns demanding
retribution, Mackenzie intervenes and gets caught in the crossfire, leaving
behind a devastation that no one sees coming. Can their relationship withstand
the hell it’s endured, or is it too late for love?
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Excerpt
With a low
chuckle I roll over on my bed to eyeball the stolen file that I’d slapped on my
bedside table last night before crashing. I’m feeling rather pleased with
myself until my gaze encounters Jake. My gleeful chortle dies a quick death.
He’s
leaning against my bedroom wall, bare-chested, arms folded, and wearing nothing
but a pair of black boxer-briefs and a furious glare.
My gaze
drops to the bed where Jake has laid out the black beanie used to cover my pale
hair, and the black leather gloves that kept my fingerprints from any surface I
came in contact with.
Fuck. The sun is streaming in through the blinds and
I know it must be late morning already. Clearly I’d forgotten to set the
morning alarm. A rookie mistake. And now I need to get past the gauntlet that
is Jake and somehow get the file to Casey before he enacts his own plan to
retrieve it.
My eyes
flick up, meeting his. “Morning,” I say coolly.
His jaw
ticks. “Care to explain?”
Jake’s car
keys rest on top of the report file and I know he’s seen them. Not only had I
performed a break and enter last
night, I had also added car theft to
my criminal repertoire. Explaining that will
likely cause my untimely death. I pretend to consider his question for a
moment. “Not really.”
Jake pushes
off from the wall and moves toward the bed, bringing him closer. “Well you’re
going to.”
“No,” I
say, casually sliding across the mattress and away from Jake. “Not today. I
have things to—”
Putting one
knee on the bed, Jake leans across and grabs the back of my long-sleeved shirt
in his fist. He yanks and the distinct sound of a riiipppppp renders the air.
“My shirt,”
I gasp as I fly through the air, landing on my back on the mattress with a hard
bounce.
“I don’t
give a rat’s fucking ass about your shirt,” he growls, straddling my body.
His hard
thighs trap me in place and his hands pin mine to the bed. Moving will likely
end with a cracked rib.
Jake leans
his face down until I can’t look anywhere but in his eyes. “You can start with
why you’re dressed like a thieving little bandit.”
“Because I
stole your car.”
“Why did
you steal my car?”
“Because I
couldn’t get a cab.”
I actually
considered calling for a taxi but then my movements would be on public record,
easily placing me at the scene. I’d had to rule it out.
“Stop
leading me in circles, Princess, and spit it the fuck out. What did you do?”
I huff
deeply, letting my frustration out. Jake isn’t going to just let this go. It
leaves me with two choices. Lie or be honest. I chose door number two, because
while I sometimes keep things from Jake, he doesn’t deserve outright deceit.
I spill out
my early hours adventure, rethinking my choice of honesty as he sits back on
the bed, his fury a slow-building thunderstorm.
There’s
silence for a tense moment when I finish speaking.
“You
committed a felony,” he says in a soft voice. I’m not fooled by the tone. His
anger is a barely leashed lion. “And you used my car to do it.”
My lips
press in a thin line. I hadn’t thought that particular implication through, and
now I’m angry at myself. “I’m sorry.”
His
expression narrows to one of vengeful retribution. “Oh you’ll be sorry.”
“I will?”
“When I
paddle your fucking ass.”
“Jake—”
“Shut it,”
he growls, his voice rising. “You broke into a detective’s house. You stole her
property. You—”
“Casey’s
property,” I mutter.
“Don’t
interrupt me when I’m explaining your stupidity to you.”
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Kate McCarthy is an Australian, living in the pretty sunshine state of
Queensland with her two kids and two dogs, Rufus and Pete.
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