ROYAL BLOOD
Royal Blood #1
Synopsis
A hit gone wrong, an impossible contract, revenge and the ultimate kicker… falling in love.
Mercy Reid is a runner.
She found the perfect place to hide, until it wasn't.
Xavier "X" Blood always gets what he wants.
He had the perfect arrangement, until it wasn't. X is the mysterious tough guy from Royal Blood MC who gets shit done. Cross the Club and you get a visit from X. Only one person walks away at the end of it...and it isn't you.
Mercy is hiding something. Something big. Looking to get lost, she runs from one hopeless situation right into the clutches of a monster.
When X and Mercy meet, something more electrifying than sparks fly. Something dangerous, passionate and forbidden. When you deal in death, there's only one way things can end...
Or is there?
If you like sparkly unicorns and hearts, Royal Blood IS NOT for you.
If you like dark twisty anti-heroes and heart stopping roller coasters, Royal Blood IS for you.
If you like teddy bears and kittens with whiskers, Royal Blood IS NOT for you.
If you like unapologetic alpha males that drip sex and talk dirty, Royal Blood IS for you.
You have been warned.
PURCHASE :
Excerpt
" X "
Sliding out of the booth, I sauntered across the pub and ducked behind the counter. Nobody gave me a second glance. They didn’t know who I was, nobody did, but they knew I wasn’t anybody good. Peering through the window on the door, Mercy had her back turned, wiping at her damp T-shirt. I could step into her from behind and show her how hard I was…but that wasn’t the way this game was going to be played.
Pressing the door open with the flat of my palm, she looked up at me with blue eyes that gave away two things. Her hair wasn’t naturally black and by the way her pupils dilated, she was amped up. I was interested in only one of these observations and by the way my cock began to stir, there was no guessing which one was the money shot.
Mercy glared up at me, trying to cover her surprise at my appearance.
“What the fuck do you want?” she spat, dabbing at her tiny T-shirt with a rag. “You’re not allowed back here. Employees only."
I stepped closer, not put off by her tone at all. I’d had worse.
“I don’t give a shit,” I said.
She eyed me, her gaze raking from head to cock and back up again.
I quirked an eyebrow, my lip curling in amusement.
“If you want something, just fucking say it,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “I don’t even know who the fuck you are."
“X.”
“X, what?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. Bitch didn’t miss a trick.
“It’s my name."
"X as in the letter x?" She rolled her eyes.
"Got a problem?" I asked, inching closer.
“Yeah.” She nodded at me. “You’re in a staff only area. You might be all buddy buddy with Weiss, but I don’t know you from shit."
“The mouth on you,” I breathed, totally turned on. I knew she had bite in her, but fucking Jesus H Christ. The more she bit, the harder I got. My gaze rested on her tits. Yeah, I was a tits man through and through and hers...
“You think I’m going to let you fuck me?” she scoffed, her bluntness doing nothing but turning me on even more.
My gaze snapped back to hers. “Who said I was going to fuck you?"
She pressed her hips forward, her groin rubbing into mine. “Your cock."
My hand shot up and grasped the hair at the nape of her neck. With a sharp tug, her head fell to the side, leaving her neck exposed. If I was an asshole, I’d just take her now, but I wasn’t…fuck that. I was an asshole. Asshole was too safe a word to describe the kind of man I was.
“No,” I said, running my gaze down her pale neck and over her tits. “No, I’m not going to fuck you, Mercy.” She gave me a look that screamed ‘offended' and it only made me grin wider. “Not here. When I fuck you, I’m not going to share your screams with anyone."
Her entire body shivered and I knew I had her. Next time, she would come to me.
Letting her go, I let her hair run between my fingers and it took her a beat too long to step back and separate our bodies.
Giving her one last appreciative look, I turned on my heel and exited the ‘employee only’ room. I could wait. My cock strained against my jeans in protest, but this was one desire I was playing out and savoring.
I strode across the bar and pushed out the door, rearranging myself.
I could wait.
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Review
Oh Saints Kittens With whiskers! When I know that Amity going to liberate a new book, for me is like being in a candy store waiting for the new flavor that will surprise us this time, and while we're on the wait (if you follow her in their networks, you will understand) she gives us clues to the magical content of this dose of reading.
I was personally very excited about this book, Amity only showed us pictures with the slogan: You're Next ..., to mention motorcycles, and finally gave us a warning, that with few words is like this: If you looking perfect stories with typical lived happily ever after, this is definitely not for you.
And this is where I insert the WAO !, I was surprised the jump that Amity gave in this story, and it's something definitely I like from her, she is taking risks! She keeps a personal line of style, I've seen has been working on all projects and from this book can already tell, this is undoubtedly Amity Cross and with the eyes closed. It has a unique style and has been weaving it very well in their stories, and at this point it is great to see an author who I has been following, takes a leap as gave in this new series, is more definite about what you want and has looked more detail, and is more than likely that in next projects, the author of much to talk about, so that, readers , start to explore their work.
The story is a delight to dark tones, which from the first pages if you do not notice is that you are in the magical world of unicorns, even in my mind began to create images in the style of the film Sin City, which only have white with black and red , my imagination was blowing with that style throughout the book.
Mercy and Xavier aka "X" are the most antagonistic / protagonists that Amity has in her story of characters you can love or hate, and can squeeze as much juice, O Saints Kittens With whiskers! I don't know what plan have for this pair, redemption? no happy ending? Surprises, surprises and more surprises can give us anytime. Let's add attraction to those two characters !!! Yes, everyone has a way of emotions that are loaded each with the piece of cake that life gave them, bring them together and have that instant attraction and slowly adding the story with more conflicted about what is going happen to them, that really, I insist , can go either way. And antagonists of the protagonists, this is definitely different.
Reading is easy, flows well, is dark, very very sexy, explosive load Attraction, easy have an image and character traits, makes you wish the second installment (oh desire to 2015, please arrives Bad Blood!), the cover is a gem that makes you want to bite? uhm Lick? oh ladies, let rest at the sweet and cuddly kitten that is in us and show the Powerful Wild Cat we have inside!
Definitely a gem of pre Christmas gift from the author to his readers
4.5
Author Bio
Amity Cross isn’t my real name. That’s no secret.
I didn’t want my Mum and my workplace to find out I wrote about doodles and tongue-in-cheek sexual innuendo.
I live in a leafy suburb of Melbourne writing about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.
Insert more pretentious c**p here.
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Giveaway
There is a giveaway:
- 10 Amazon gift card
- Paperback of Royal Blood
