Give Me Hell
Give Me #4
By
Kate McCarthy
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release
Date: July 6, 2017
Synopsis
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.
She loves to
bake sweet stuff and eat it too. With an exciting degree in business, she works
as an accountant by day, and an author by night. In between family life, she is
most often found in bed reading, or at the beach, still reading.
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