Beautifully Cruel, a must-read dark romance from J.T. Geissinger is available now – heck out my gushing review of this favourite romance of mine – on the blog today! ❤
1) Having the highest rank in a dominance hierarchy
2) The most powerful man in a group
3) Liam Black
He was a stranger to me, a dark and dangerous presence who materialized from the shadows one rainy night to save me from a vicious attack. I didn’t know his name or where he was from. All I knew was that the only place I’d ever felt safe was in his arms.
But safety is an illusion.
And not every savior is a hero.
And—as I’d soon find out—having an alpha save your life comes with a price.
Liam Black wanted something from me in return.
It’s been, oh gosh; a year since I have read a J.T. Geissinger book – I don’t even know why there was a break but her book Wicked Sexy (Read My Review)still remains one of my Top Favourites Reads of all times – as in I tend to recommend this beauty whenever someone wants to read a really well written protagonists with just the right amount of sizzling chemistry and suspense to keep you hooked right till the end.
And THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I FOUND in her newest release – Beautifully Cruel as well!
Tru Sullivan, a young woman who is going to Law School and working as a waitress at a diner, is intrigued by one of her patrons – a beautiful, impeccably dressed man (Liam Black) with broody looks who always takes a table in her section; drinks coffee, looks at her and leaves. This pattern has been repeating for 11 freaking months at the start of the book.
She is intrigued, of course, but as a young woman living alone, also knows that he just might one of thedangerous wolves – her intrigue and attraction towards, no matter how reciprocated, just might not be something that she could survive.
Let me tell you, I LOVE an anti – hero as much as the fellow romance reader; but gosh darn it – it was Tru who literally swept me off my feet. I LOVED that she was an awkward introvert, but that didn’t mean that she was a simpering idiot – what she had was a spine of steel, a body that seemed to be made of snark and pretty much kept Liam on his toes!
But don’t get me wrong – Liam Black is a whole tub of deliciousness himself – I swear he is my new book boyfriend and I will cut anyone who says otherwise.
Tru and Liam were delish; their chemistry was off the charts H-O-T and it had me sweating (or it could be the May heat in India, but who knows!) – and they really were perfect for each other!
J.T. Geissinger’s books might have lost their way in the TBR pile that is threatening to drown me; but like with her previous book, Beautifully Cruel is a well written, brilliantly plotted with characters you can’t help but love – and revelations that will break your heart and blow you away! Whatever you think, you might know about the book from the blurb; just throw it all away and go in blind. Trust me, you will thank me for the experience.
Also, Ms. Geissinger I am gonna need a minimum of three spin offs from this “standalone” romance – you know well about whom I am talking about! *begs prettily*
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I stare at him, incredulous. “Are you telling me you think this is a good idea?”
“I don’t know. Maybe nothing.”
His pause is loaded, and I know he’s carefully choosing his words.
“But she was about to get shot—or worse—and she fought back. You saw it yourself. On the ground, outnumbered, beat up, gun in her face, she throws a punch instead of all the other things she could’ve done. Begging for mercy. Giving up. Crying.”
He lets it hang there, knowing I have enough personal memories of men far stronger than she doing exactly that.
“So she’s a fighter,” I say, aggravated, yanking on the knot on my tie because it suddenly feels like a noose. “That doesn’t make it right.”
“Aye,” he agrees, nodding. “But maybe it makes it a little less wrong.”
I glare out the window, muttering a curse. I can’t believe he’s saying this. Him, of all people. I expected him to be silently seething with disapproval, not taking her side.
Not admiring her.
“You’ve been alone a long time, Liam. If you were careful—”
My temper breaks. I glare at him and thunder, “I won’t risk her life!”
Declan’s expression doesn’t change. His grip stays loose on the steering wheel, his gaze doesn’t dart away in panic. He simply meets my eyes in the mirror and tells me a devastating truth.
“You say that like you haven’t already.”
I grit my teeth and look out the window, hating that he’s right. Hating myself for letting it get this far.
I had a chance, when all I was doing was memorizing her profile while she poured me bad coffee. Before I knew the particular way she falls asleep. What her skin smells like after a shower. How her body feels pressed against mine.
How deeply satisfying it feels to protect her.
No, more than satisfying—fulfilling.
As if it were the thing I was born to do.
But I can’t undo what I’ve done. I can’t go back to that first day I saw her eleven months ago, helping an old woman cross a busy boulevard, stopping traffic by holding up her hand as the light turned from red to green. I can’t unfeel what I felt when she glanced up and our eyes met through the windshield for a moment before she turned her attention back to the old woman doddering by her side.
She was beautiful, but I’ve seen a thousand beautiful girls.
Never one who looked so fierce, though.
With her jaw set and her mouth pinched and her brows drawn together, she looked like she’d rip the head off anyone who dared to honk his horn at the painfully slow progress she and her elderly friend were making.
She was a lioness. Even without opening her mouth, I heard her roar.
So yes, it was simple curiosity that made me tell Declan to pull over. Yes, it was on a whim that I watched her wave goodbye to the old woman when they reached the other side of the street. Yes, I fully admit it was foolish of me to follow her into Buddy’s Diner, and to sit in her section that first time.
But it was sheer stupidity that I kept coming back.
As long as I was out of the country, I could tell myself I wouldn’t see her again. I thought I had the strength to stay away. But as soon as I returned, the wanting rushed back. The pull to see those clear green eyes. The need to hear that lilting voice and see that shy smile and be near her, if only for a moment.
Now, because I indulged myself, I’m well and truly fucked.
Because need and want have turned into something more powerful. Something darker and far more perilous, for us both.
So now I have two options.
Option one: claim her.
Option two: give her up.
I can’t bring myself to do either.
J.T. Geissinger is a #1 internationally bestselling author of emotionally charged romance and women’s fiction. Ranging from funny, feisty romcoms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold millions of copies and been translated into several languages, including German, Hebrew, French, Czech, and Japanese. The film & TV rights to her Night Prowler series have been optioned by the BAFTA-winning studio that created VFX for movies such as Avatar, X-Men, and The Avengers.
She is a three-time finalist in both contemporary and paranormal romance for the RITA® Award, the highest distinction in romance fiction from the Romance Writers of America®. She is also a recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book and the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy.
She’s a Southern California native currently living in Nevada with her husband and rescue kitty, Zoe.
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