Series: The Tainted Love Duet,
Publication Date: September 21, 2015
Pages: 366
Also in this series: Crush
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2 fatal sides.
1 epic love.
7 days to survive.They met in the face of danger. They werenβt looking for love. They both knew better. But they couldnβt stay away, and they fell hard.
He is heart-stopping handsome, fearlessβand haunted by deadly ties.
She is breathtakingly beautiful, determinedβand in harmβs way.
They should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They did. And now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours. Thatβs all that remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them, Elle Sterling is forced to make a choice that could change everything.
When torn between right and wrong, tainted love doesnβt have a chance...or does it?
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Kim Karr has done it again!
BLOW brings us into the gritty, somewhat ugly inner workings of the Blue Hill Gang (the Irish Mob in Boston) and how family members of the mob and their rivals are stuck in the crosshairs of battles beyond their control.
I loved Logan McPhearson. Β I loved his understanding of just how thin the line was that he was walking between good and evil. Β But he walked it, out of respect for his grandfather and obligation for the life his father gave up for him. He was haunted by his past, one tainted by certain things Blue Hill Gang but once he met Elle Sterling, he was determined not to let the past repeat itself. Β I applauded Logan’s efforts. Β He was a man who was willing to do whatever he needed to do to protect someone who was innocent. Β His methods often put him right in the same bucket as the Blue Hill Gang, but you knew what he did came from a place of good (which meant I forgave him immediately or cheered him on).
Elle was stuck in her own worst nightmare too. Β Dealing with a missing sister, caring for her young niece and questioning everything her brother-in-law told her has her running to Logan for safety. Β She’s a little scared of Logan, but she can’t fight her attraction to him or the fact that he chases away her demons when she can’t. Β From the moment she met him, he’s protected her and her niece, and she’s willing to put their safety in his hands.
Logan and Elle together were equal parts hot, fun and angsty. Β Kim Karr made that mix work for this couple, leaving me on the edge of my seat most of the book. Β I loved the storyline, with the mix between the Mob and whatever bad guys could get thrown into the story. Β And as the story ended, I was even more intrigued to figure out what was going on the Logan and his arch-nemesis if things weren’t what he thought. Β That has me silently praying for the next book to magically drop on my Kindle some time soon.
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An Unforgettable Story
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Prologue
Four Months Before
Logan
Mile after mile, I ran. Faster, feet pounding against the broken asphalt, breath crystalizing in the air. Iβd been fleeing along the edge of the road for what seemed like eternity. Trucks zoomed past me, taillights fading in the distance, and still there were no sirens.
The moon slipped behind a cloud and left me moving blindly. Finally, a whistle filled the darkness. It was what Iβd been waiting for.
Letβs see how bad they want this.
I spun in the opposite direction and spotted the familiar red and blue lights. With a quick jump, I vaulted over the damaged guardrail and found myself tumbling down a steep ravine.
Landing on my stomach, blood dripped from my nose, and the taste of rust flooded my mouth. I didnβt take the time to wipe it away. I had to keep moving. Iβd started this game and I was going to finish it.
Quickly, I leapt to my feet and began to run again. When a sharp burning and throbbing pulsated in my right ankle, I knew my speed would be impaired. I must have twisted it in the fall. With everything I had, I tried to ignore the pain.
Adrenaline pumped through my bloodstream, making my heart race and giving me the strength I needed. I was no longer on the pavement and my terrain was harder to navigate. Trees, broken branches, and the sickening smell of the stagnant river surrounded me. I pushed onward.
It could have been worseβat least there wasnβt any ice.
Still, it was fucking freezing out here. Snow fell around me. Chilled to the bone, I tugged my hat farther down over my ears.
I didnβt stop, thoughβI had to keep going.
When my eyes were streaming from the cold and my leg muscles began to seize up, I knew my body needed a break. Iβd find cover and play the wait-and-see game.
The dilapidated abandoned warehouse a few yards away seemed like my best choice. The hinges were rusted and appeared broken, but when I yanked on the door, it wouldnβt open.
With a sigh, I stomped my salt-stained shoes in the slush I was standing in and looked around.
No sign of them, yet.
Theyβd be here soon enough.
My lungs burned as I bent over with my hands on my thighs in an attempt to catch my breath.
Poised to move in any direction, I thought about my decision to bait them.
Smart?
Stupid?
I couldnβt believe the game of cat and mouse I had entered intoβwith the Boston Police Department nonetheless.
But Iβd had enough. Theyβd been following me around for almost a week. Their more-than-obvious tail was bordering on harassment. Pushed to the limit, today Iβd decided it was time to find out what it was all about. I was going to force their move. I left my vehicle and took off. They were tracking me, but what they were waiting for to approach me, I had no idea. At this point I had two choicesβapproach them or keep going. Since I didnβt want to make it easy, I kept running.
Time seemed to be at a standstill as I looked around again. I knew they were close. Yet, as I searched my surroundings, there were no signs of life; everything around me was dark except for the golden glow from the cables of the Zakim Bridge.
The bridge.
I couldnβt believe Iβd ended up on the West End. That was more than a slight hike from the tip of the South End, where Iβd started all this.
What time was it anyway?
Before I could look at my watchβthe one my grandfather had given me, the one worth more than most of the houses in the surrounding area, the pretentious Patek Philippe with an authentic enamel dial and custom-made rubber watchband, the one almost a match for his ownβa yellow beam of light shined down on me.
I guess the BPD finally decided to make their move.
A heavily Boston-accented voice carried through the wind. βPut your hands in the air where we can see them.β
βFuck me. Really? Youβre going to arrest me? For what?β My gaze scoured the area until they came into sight.
There were three of them and one of me. I didnβt plan to keep running. I didnβt need to, but even if I wanted to, there was nowhere to go. The riverbank was on one side and they were on the other. The trio moved closer and drew their weapons. I responded with equanimity and raised my palms. Still, not a single one of them lowered a gun. Step by step, they moved toward me. When they were about five feet away, I decided to help them out and face them, but before I could, the tallest figure lunged for me.
He pinned me to the wall. βI just wanted to talk. I wasnβt going to arrest you until you assaulted me. But thanks for giving me a reason.β
βI was putting my hands behind my back, asshole,β I grunted.
βRight,β he snickered.
Nostrils flaring, the fatter one grabbed me by my collar and yanked me to him. βStop resisting.β
What the fuck?
A quick punch to the gut and a kick to my leg had me belly down in a matter of seconds.
Most men would have been scared shitless, but not me. I grew up living in two very different worlds, the only similarity being power and greed. To look at me, you wouldnβt believe I was capable of doing the things I had done. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I was the grandson of one of the wealthiest men in New York City.
It wasnβt my trust fund background that anyone had to worry about, though. I was also the grandson of the former head of Bostonβs Blue Hill Gangβa piece of me I had tried to renounce. That I wanted to escape. But my family ties kept me bound. The Irish Mob might have changed since my fatherβs father ran things, but there were some things that never changed.
Iβd been raised in both worlds and these cops knew it. They were counting on the Blue Hill Gang part of me to greet them.
Well fuck them very muchβbut thatβs not what they were going to get.
Shannon
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