Callous Prince: A Hellfire Club Novel IS LIVE!!! NEW ADULT, BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES… AND ENEMIES TO LOVERS ALERT!! Some of our favorite tropes all rolled into one, and these two HATE each other. YAY US!! Becker Gray is today’s Friday Finds newsletter sponsor and we are celebrating with an incredible giveaway!
P.S. About the authors: “Becker Gray is the brainchild of two best friends who love rich boys in pea coats. The Hellfire Club is their first series together.”
“We are so excited to that our Callous Prince has arrive! We hope you enjoy enemies-to-lovers romances, with plenty of dirty talk, betrayal and hate-kissing. Lennox and Sloane’s story was so much fun to write!”
He’s arrogant. Intolerable. Cruel.
From the moment we exchanged our first glance, Lennox Lincoln-Ward has been out to destroy me. So I keep my head down at Pembroke Prep, and I stay out of the Hellfire Club’s way. Even so, Lennox finds me, seeks me out until he pins me in his beautiful, withering gaze—the same gaze that sends a chill down my spine and an undeniable tingle to other places.
Lennox is royalty with a dark past. One that I intend to investigate. I’ll find his secrets and expose every lie that rolls off his tongue. But getting close to Lennox has particular dangers—including his mouth, his golden eyes, and the brutally soft touch of his fingers.
I intend to unravel him, but in the end, I may be the one who comes apart, broken in the hands of a callous prince.
And now for the excerpt… 😉
“What do you want, Lennox?”
“I wanted to warn you about Rhys.”
There were so many things about that statement that didn’t make sense. But the only thing I could articulate was, “You needed to warn me in a closet?”
He frowned. “Well, obviously, we can’t be seen talking like this. Think of my reputation, darling.”
“I’m not your darling,” I said irritably. I wasn’t darling; I was deadly, and also it was very unfair how sexy the word darling sounded with his accent.
“My apologies,” Lennox said with a slicing grin. “What would you rather I call you? Poppet? Dove? My sweet, heartless huntress?”
“I’d rather you call me nothing,” I said emphatically, even though I didn’t entirely hate the way any of those endearments sounded on his lips.
Lennox kept smiling. “My nothing, my sweet nothing. Oh, I like the sound of that. It’s quite Shakespearean.”
I refused to indulge him a moment longer. “Okay, well, if that’s all—”
The frown returned. “That’s not all. I haven’t warned you about Rhys yet.”
“A warning is unnecessary,” I told him. “I know exactly what kind of guy Rhys is.”
Lennox took a step forward. In the small expanse of the closet, it brought him within touching distance again. I tried to ignore the thrill my body gave at that.
“I don’t think you know at all,” he said, and for once, his voice wasn’t dripping with scorn or crackling with hate. He sounded completely serious. “Rhys is practically sociopathic. He’s a monster. If he asked you to the Huntington Gala, it’s not because he wants to go on picnics and skip through the bloody park with you.”
Irritation surged within me.
Finally! Here was my fighting instinct!
I stepped right up to Lennox and lifted my face defiantly to his. “He’s already told me all of this.”
Surprise moved across Lennox’s aristocratic features. “He has?”
“Yes. He’s been nothing but honest with me. And you know what else?”
Lennox’s face was tilted down towards mine now, his soft blond hair tumbling over his forehead. “What else?”
“He can talk to me outside of closets. He’s really romantic like that.”
A muscle jumped in Lennox’s jaw.
And then in an instant, his hands were on me again, dragging me against his body as he pressed his lips to my ear. “How would you, my cold, heartless sweetheart, know anything about romance?”
His words whispered warmth over my skin and sent shivers skating down my spine.
I meant to push his hands away, I meant to wedge my elbows between us and drag them over the nerves in his forearms. I meant to shove my head into his, and then finish him off with a swift strike to the sternum.
I meant to do all of those things. But instead, I melted into him. I melted into the hard, arrogant heat of him, I melted into those sinful lips against my skin. And even though he whispered hatred and poison with those lips, my body responded like he was whispering the tenderest, naughtiest secrets instead.
“You wouldn’t know, would you? Because you, my sweet, frigid darling, are the lowest order of virgin. You are locked up so tight that no one’s ever been inside, and no one’s ever even been close, have they? Is that because you won’t let them or because nobody wants you—”
Of its own accord, my right hand reached up and cracked across his perfect cheek, slapping him as hard as I could. And for a single moment after that, neither of us moved. Me with my hand still stinging in midair, and him with his cheek and jaw growing red, his gold eyes blazing down at me like he wanted to light me on fire with his fury alone.
But he didn’t light me on fire. He didn’t even speak.
Instead, he slashed his lips over mine and took my mouth in a searing kiss.
A kiss that went from mere hungry lips to hot, searching tongues sliding against each other in seconds.
And then… it gets REEEEEEEALLLLY STEAMY from there. 😉 I saw it with my own eyes. Tee hee!! *blush* 😮😋😏
NOW FOR THE GIVEAWAY !!
The authors are giving away a $50 Amazon gift card to one lucky commenter here! SQUEEEE!!
How to enter for a chance to win it? Just leave a comment below (and better yet, tell us YOUR favorite enemies-to-lovers bully-ish “rich boy” book) and by 10pm EST, Sunday February 14th, 2021, I will randomly select one lucky commenter as the winner.
The winner will be contacted and will have 48hrs to respond confirming their email & mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you will lose your chance.