<—- JUST RELEASED TODAY (a couple of days early!!), so I just bought it. I LOVE this author and while we are anxiously awaiting the sequel (The Edge of Never) to her HUGE hit The Edge of Never, she has JUST released this one! No need to wait for more of her fabulousness!
Wanna know more? Look below. Oooooh you guys. This is BAD GUY territory!!! No… not “bad boy”. BAD GUY!
“Sarai was only fourteen when her mother uprooted her to live in Mexico with a notorious drug lord…”
See where this is going? Oh YES!!!!!
And here’s a bit more news from one of our fellow readers that just read it:
Tiffany: Killing Sarai By J.A. Redmerski was released Today and It is a FANTASTIC Book!!! Way different than the Edge of Never..And I LOVED it!! Maryse Your Gonna Love it too!!
Elizabeth: Does it end with a cliffhanger??
Tiffany: It’s not a cliffhanger … there is a sequel .. I don’t want to give anymore spoilers!
From the author of the New York Times, USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling novel, THE EDGE OF NEVER, comes a story of passion and survival…
Sarai was only fourteen when her mother uprooted her to live in Mexico with a notorious drug lord. Over time she forgot what it was like to live a normal life, but she never let go of her hope to escape the compound where she has been held for the past nine years.
Victor is a cold-blooded assassin who, like Sarai, has known only death and violence since he was a young boy. When Victor arrives at the compound to collect details and payment for a hit, Sarai sees him as her only opportunity for escape. But things don’t go as planned and instead of finding transport back to Tucson, she finds herself free from one dangerous man and caught in the clutches of another.
While on the run, Victor strays from his primal nature as he succumbs to his conscience and resolves to help Sarai. As they grow closer, he finds himself willing to risk everything to keep her alive; even his relationship with his devoted brother and liaison, Niklas, who now like everyone else wants Sarai dead.
As Victor and Sarai slowly build a trust, the differences between them seem to lessen, and an unlikely attraction intensifies. But Victor’s brutal skills and experience may not be enough in the end to save her, as the power she unknowingly holds over him may ultimately be what gets her killed.
This is their story…
Victor walks into the room. He leaves the door open to let the light from the hallway filter inside instead of flipping on the switch. I get the feeling he thought at first I might’ve been asleep.
He’s dressed from head to toe in refined sophistication, more-so than I’ve ever seen him and I can’t help but stare across the room at his dangerous beauty. His tall form moves through the path of light at the door and then is bathed in shadow when he approaches the bed where I lay.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he says and sits down beside me, his back straight, his hands resting along the tops of his legs.
“Are you going to come back?”
It takes him a moment to answer. He keeps his eyes trained on the window out ahead.
“It will probably be best that I didn’t,” he says.
My heart lurches. I swallow.
“When Javier is dead, either Samantha will take you where you need to go, or I’ll send Niklas for you.”
The back of my throat is beginning to burn, the top of my nose, just between my eyes is starting to itch.
I force the tears back.
I don’t want him to go at all, much less never come back. I want to stay with him, though I don’t know why.
“But what if others know?” I remind him, hoping to change his mind without him knowing the real reason why. “What about John Lansen? What about all of the other men I saw? Victor, they might know and maybe Javier won’t be the last to come looking for me.” I really don’t care if they do. That’s not what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid of Victor walking out that door and never seeing him again.
Finally, I manage to sit up, anger twisting my features at first, until I notice it and let them soften.
I cross my legs Indian-style on the bed and reach out to take his wrist, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket. I halfway expected him to retract it from me, but he doesn’t. He rests his hand upon the tops of my crossed ankles and just that simple touch, that single gesture, causes my throat to close up with emotion. I look down at his hand, my fingers shaking nervously against the cuff of his dress shirt.
He didn’t move his hand away…, I keep thinking to myself.
Tears brim my eyelids, but I breathe them back quickly.
“I am sorry, Sarai,” he says looking me in the eyes as his churn with conflict and indecision.
I get the feeling that he doesn’t want to leave me here. I feel it…I know it….
Slowly he stands up from the bed. I sit here, frozen in a chasm of self-defeat and anger and fear. Fear! How can he accuse me of fearing nothing?! I want to shout at him, tell him how wrong he is as he shoulders his bags and takes up the gun suitcase in one hand.
Instead, I wipe the few tears that did manage to fall from my eyes and I say across the room to him softly:
“Victor, you were wrong.”
He turns only his head to look back at me.
“You were wrong when you said I fear nothing. You were so wrong….”
He holds his gaze on me for only a second and then turns and walks away, closing the door and letting the darkness of the room consume me again.
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