Series: Hard Ink #4
Published by: Avon
on June 30, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Suspense, War & Military
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Beckett Murda hates to dwell on the past. But his investigation into the ambush that killed half his Special Forces team and ended his Army career gives him little choice. Just when his team learns how powerful their enemies are, hard-ass Beckett encounters his biggest complication yet—a seductive, feisty Katherine Rixey.
A tough, stubborn prosecutor, Kat visits her brothers’ Hard Ink Tattoo shop following a bad break-up—and finds herself staring down the barrel of a stranger’s gun. Beckett is hard-bodied and sexy as hell, but he’s also the most infuriating man ever. Worse, Kat’s brothers are at war with the criminals her office is investigating. When Kat joins the fight, she lands straight in Beckett’s sights . . . and in his arms. Not to mention their enemies’ crosshairs.
Now Beckett and Kat must set aside their differences to work together, because the only thing sweeter than justice is finding love and never letting go.
A story of corruption, redemption, and love – Hard To Let Go by Laura Kaye was everything I could have hoped for in a series ender. It feels like forever that I have been waiting for Beckett’s story, and Ms. Kaye delivered on every single level, giving him the happily ever after that he so deserves. Book 4 in the amazing, heart-pounding, sexy Hard Ink series was not only Beckett and Kat’s HEA, it was everyone’s Happily Ever After. The tough, intense, and suspenseful journey these characters have been on, have come to an end, wrapping up so nicely and so perfectly, you can’t help but to feel so wonderfully content with it all.
This is a story about a man who was alive, but not LIVING – A man who was numb, unattached, and closed off to the world – until he meets the beautiful and feisty Katherine Rixey. With her touch and her heart, she has opened him up to a world full of emotions, he doesn’t know what to do with it all. He becomes overwhelmed, but at the same time, he knows he can’t lose this feeling ever again. He will hang on to Kat as long as he can, giving her pleasure, and at the same time feeding his soul with light. He found his solace, his strength. He found the woman who would be the one to help him fight his demons. The one he would do anything for. He found his heart in Kat Rixey.
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Angel. Beckett called her Angel.
Kat could barely breathe, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the 250-pound linebacker currently lying on top of her.
He’d called her Angel.
Why? All they did was fight and annoy the shit out of each other. Where had the term of endearment come from?
Maybe it was just the haze of lust and epically good sex talking. That could totally be it. She wondered if he even realized he’d said it.
But it was still confusing as hell. She’d been so mad at him last night that she hadn’t even wanted to be in the same room with him. And she’d promised herself that after all the bullshit he’d said, this wasn’t happening again. Not ever.
Now, here she lay. His cock still tucked inside her, his body covering her, his arms holding her. And a part of her didn’t want it to end. Because he’d also apologized. More than that, he’d made it clear that he’d flown off the handle because he was worried about her. Which was downright sweet, really. In a totally fucked-up Beckett Murda kinda way.
Honestly, he was, at once, the sexiest, most attractive man she’d ever known—and the most confusing and infuriating.
He’s rough around the edges, but he’s a good guy. Beckett just takes a while to let anybody get close …
That’s what Marz had said. Could it be that Beckett’s whole strong-silent-grouchy routine was just … some kind of defense mechanism? If so, a defense against what?
And did it really matter?
She laid there for a long moment, surrounded by Beckett’s heat, his soft breath playing over her ear.
Yeah, on some level it did matter. Because there was something between them. Clearly. Maybe it was just pure animal attraction. Except he’d given her glimpses that there was something more to him. Something deeper. Something that spoke to her heart. All of which played as much of a role in the fact that they kept ending up naked together—or partially naked, anyway—as the fact that he fucked her better than she’d ever been fucked in her life. At least, it explained why she kept giving in.
“Beckett?” she whispered, not possessing the energy to speak much louder.
“Beckett?” she said again.
Holy shit. The big, hard-ass jerk had fallen asleep? Holding her.
Aw, crap. That was kinda sweet, too. Proving that her heart was such a sucker. Because she didn’t want to wake him up. She didn’t want him to get off of her. All she wanted was to listen to the call of her exhaustion and close her eyes.