Ahhh! It's here, it's here!! Blackbird by Molly McAdams is such a fabulous read. Definitely a must read on all levels!
From New York Times
bestselling author Molly McAdams comes a powerhouse romantic suspense that will
have you questioning your morals and second guessing your view on love.
I live in a world few know
exist. I’ve trained for this. I know what to say, what to do, and how to act.
I’ve perfected the lethal calm required for this life.
Now it’s time to buy my
first girl. But all it takes is one look at the brave girl who starts singing
mid-auction for that calm to slip.
Briar Chapman is going to
be the death of me, and I don’t care. I’ll take every day with her until that
death comes, and I’ll welcome it when it does.
On the outside, Lucas Holt
is what nightmares are made of. A man cloaked in darkness, with sin-filled eyes
and an enticing grin. A devil so devastatingly beautiful and cruel that his
very presence instills fear.
But beneath his terrifying,
ever-calm exterior is an affectionate man haunted by a past that refuses to
stay buried. And Lucas looks at me as though he’s finally found the only person
who can make it all go away.
We’re a battle of the
brightest day and the darkest night—and I want to lie in the wake of our war.
My head shook absentmindedly
as I tried to comprehend all that he had told me.
Knowing the man Lucas was
behind the darkness, I couldn’t grasp why he had ever fought to get into this
life at all.
“I’d been wondering what had
happened in your life to make you into the devil I saw so often at the
beginning,” I began, my voice soft . . . almost hesitant. “But now I wonder how
you were able to remain you, instead of letting the devil completely consume
you.”
“Don’t ever make the mistake
of thinking that that part of me isn’t there.”
“I couldn’t,” I said
honestly and huffed a small laugh. “He’s always there . . . I see you fighting
him all the time. Now, more than I have in a long time.”
He held my stare, and his
dark eyes burned with something I couldn’t define. “You’re afraid of me.”
I wished in that moment for
my room so I could have something to hide behind, at least for a minute,
because I knew I couldn’t hide any of the emotions coursing through me, and I
couldn’t lie to him. “Yes,” I whispered and hated that he seemed to not only
expect my answer but accept it. Reaching out, I traced around the outer edge of
his eye, thankful I wasn’t shaking. “I’m afraid of the eyes I’m looking into
right now. I’ve been afraid of them for a long time. I’m afraid of what I know
about you now, but I wonder if I haven’t always known. If you haven’t hinted at
it before . . .”
“Briar—”
“But the things you see in
your mind that force me to see these eyes? They’ve been there this whole time.
They were there when I fell in love with you, and I knew when I fell that they
would always be there.” I watched as he fought with whatever haunted him and
lowered myself back onto the bed and curled against his side. “The darkest part
of your soul can terrify me, but it won’t cause me to leave.”
He gripped my hand in his,
and mumbled, “Sometimes I wish it would.” Before I could react or respond, he
continued. “If you think I’m dangerous, maybe you understand what my life is
like, and maybe you can grasp the danger in throwing out the rules for you.
Eventually someone other than William will see what you mean to me. And with
who we are and what we do, we all have so many enemies who’ve been waiting for
a chance to get back at us—to hurt us.” He raised our joined hands to kiss my
wrist and let his lips linger on the skin there. “We don’t have weaknesses,
Briar, but you are mine. They’ve been waiting for you.”
Molly grew up in California
but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband, daughter,
and fur babies. When she’s not diving into the world of her characters, some of
her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and long walks on the
beach … which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing
out movie quotes. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies and fried
pickles, and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm … or
under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they
aren’t really happening.
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