Thursday, October 10, 2013

Review: Carter Reed



Emma decided to skip the gym and went home early. It was the last easy decision she made because she found her roommate being raped by the boyfriend.

 She had two choices. Call the cops and be killed by his family’s mafia connections or kill him first and hope to survive. There was no choice to her. She killed the bastard first and went to the one person who could protect her.

Carter Reed.

 He’s a weapon for the rivaling mafia family, but he’s also Emma’s secret. Not only was he best friends with her brother, but she’s the reason he became that weapon in the first place.


Emma isn't sure what to do after she kills Jeremy Dunvan. His father is big in the mob and now she knows that life as she knows it is over.  She's worried not only for her safety but also that of her friends.  She does the only thing she thinks will protect them and that is to leave them.

Carter has always taken care of Emma, whether she knew it or not.  She's the reason he's involved with the mob.  Everything changed in one night. He made choices and he would do it again. She is his and always has been.  She just never knew.

This story is about love. True, ugly, "I will kill anyone who harmed you" LOVE.  It's also about the hard choices that a person will make to protect the one they love.  Carter is the reason women love mob stories. He's gorgeous, rich, connected, bad ass, and he loves like he fights...full throttle.  He's had a rough life, but as a fighter he has made the best of it and succeeded truly. Emma is the one thing that he didn't give himself.  Emma at first seems like the kind of woman who is a fighter that will fall apart once the adrenaline is gone.  That couldn't be farther from the truth.  She will fight for anyone she loves and is loyal as they come, but don't cross her.  There's another side to her that is as harsh as the things she has experienced in life.

This is a five star read!  I had a hard time putting it down when life called.  There is plenty of fighting, action, and steam, but don't expect explicit love scenes.  Believe me though when I say it has swoon factor to it and Carter will be crushing other book boyfriends for years to come.  Forget the knight in shining armor, bikers, rockers, and kings......This mob hit man beats them all!!


"Tell me what happened." His plea was so soft.
I broke. This wasn't the stranger anymore. This was Carter, the boy I had grown up with. I flung my arms around him and pulled him down. Instead of fighting, I clung to him now.
He wrapped his arms around me and rolled to his side. He patted my back and tucked his head into the crook of my neck and shoulder. I felt his lips brush there as he repeated, "You have to tell me. I won't hurt you. I will protect you."
A shudder went through my body. At last. Those were the words I was desperate for. He moved his hands, one sliding down to my hip and the other cradling the back of my head, he pressed into me. The last of my reserve fled then. A gasp escaped me and I pressed against him. I needed him.
Shame flooded me. He knew. What kind of person was I? Fighting, running away, and then starting to tremble in his arms?
His hand started to caress my hip. His fingers slid underneath my shirt and moved under my pants' waistband. He held me there, his hand splayed out. I tried to resist, but I wanted to wind my legs around him. I wanted to pull him on top of me and feel his hand between my legs. But I didn't do anything. I lay there, still, as my heart pounded inside of me. He could feel the beat against him. The thumping drowned everything else out.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and raised himself up again. He looked down at me. The plea in his eyes was still there. As he brushed some of my hair from my forehead, he asked, "Do you not trust me?"
I nodded. "I'm scared of you."
A small grin appeared at the corners of his mouth. "You are?"
"I don't know who you are anymore." I couldn't believe I was admitting any of that, but I needed to trust someone. I had to if I was going to survive what I had done. Feeling a little bit brave, I touched his chest. My hand spread out like his was on my back. His heart was steady. I murmured, "I know who you are. I know you're the Cold Killer. I know what you did for AJ." A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. It fell unheeded. "I always wanted to thank you for that."




Tijan started writing later in life, after she had already graduated college with a different direction in mind and a different degree under her belt. Hitting the brakes on that path, she taught herself how to write a good book and began posting at sites such as Fictionpress, along with Wattpad. After receiving such encouraging messages from readers, she self-published Fallen Crest High and has continued throughout the year. She continues to keep writing NA books!





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