Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: Killer by Heather C. Leigh

KILLER is a case of where the blurb had me putting off reading this.  For some reason, I had one impression of the hero of this book, but the whole book was so much more than I was expecting.

Keller Keating and Britton Reeves didn’t know each other but one random act of violence at their private high school changed their lives forever.  For Keller, that meant shedding the person he’d been to become a shell of a man who was only good in the middle of an MMA ring.  Britt drew from her strength to prove to her parents and doctors that she could live a fulfilling life, even if the only place she felt safe was in a gym full of muscle-bound men.

Keller and Britt are survivors and what Heather C. Leigh gives us in a birds eye view on what these two survivors had to do in order to move forward with their lives.  It’s not pretty, but these two scrape together a way to live with what they went through. But it isn’t until they find each other that the walls they had built start to come down and they begin to learn to rely on someone else.

This is one of those books that a reader truly needs to experience for themselves.  Although categorized as a dark romance, I think it’s a story of recovery.  Given what these two went through, there were dark overtones.  But I don’t think it was really dark, but rather learning how to accept what happened, forgive what they can and move on.  KILLER isn’t a light-hearted read, but it definitely one I think readers should consider and pick up.

Ten years ago, their lives shattered to pieces…

And he’s the KILLER that has to live with it.

Two people. One incident.

Interwoven between two damaged souls in ways they don’t understand.

#DarkRomance #Fighter

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Britt freaks out

Britt and Gabriel are waiting for me in his office so we can start our meeting. After my interaction with Wolfe, I’m seething and frustrated. All I want to do is jump into the cage and beat the fuck out of something, release this shit building up inside. Confusing new emotions like jealousy are dueling with my usual focused, raw fury.

The dark, hollow place in my chest isn’t equipped for this. I fight, I fuck, I exist. Nothing more, nothing less.

Furious, I walk over to Gabriel’s office and shove open the door. It bangs against the wall with a loud crack, causing Gabriel to frown and Britt to cry out. Just like that, she drops to the floor, curling into a ball and covering her head with her hands.

Gabriel leaps to his feet, hurrying around his desk to crouch next to a huddling, quivering Britt. Stunned, I stand at the door frozen, unsure what is going on or what I should do.

“Meu filha! Britt! What is happening?” Gabriel’s voice hitches as he tries to pull Britt out from under his desk. His head whips around to face me. “Killer! ¡Venha aqui e ayudar!” (Get over here and help..)

I cross the space in two quick steps, approaching Gabriel’s desk from the opposite side. Britt’s tiny frame is tucked into a tight ball, her knees pulled to her chest, head ducked, and arms curled protectively over her head.

Protecting her from what?

“Britt,” I say in as composed of a voice as I can manage, which at this moment, isn’t saying much. Not a lot freaks me out, but right now, watching Britt fall to pieces, has me struggling to keep calm. “Please, come out.”

Britt is quietly sobbing, her body shuddering in fear. Watching her in such obvious distress sends a stabbing pain through my chest. Not sure this is the best thing for her, but not knowing what else to do, I crawl under the desk. Being as large as I am, I can only get my head and shoulders in next to her.

Gabriel slides into nervous, staccato Portuguese. “I will leave you to take care of her. Let me know when she’s feeling better and I will return.” He stands and leaves the room, gently closing the door behind him.

He left me with her?

What the fuck am I supposed to do? At a loss, I do the only thing that comes to mind. It worked to relax her before, so why not? I gather her tiny, trembling body up in my arms, and hold her. Britt immediately unwinds her arms, clutching me tight, burying her face into my shirt, her tears dampening the fabric.

On the floor in my trainer’s office, lying half under a desk, a tiny shard of my black soul becomes human again.

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