A First Look at THE LAST KING!
Ultra wealthy and super powerful, the
King family is like royalty in Texas. But who will keep the throne? New York
Times bestselling author Katee Robert introduces a red-hot new series.
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Synopsis:
THE MAN SHE HATES TO LOVE
Beckett King just inherited his father's
fortune, his company-and all his enemies. If he's going to stay on top, he
needs someone he can trust beside him. And though they've been rivals for
years, there's no one he trusts more than Samara Mallick.
The rebel. That's how Samara has always
thought of Beckett. And he's absolutely living up to his unpredictable ways
when he strides into her office and asks for help. She can't help wondering if
it's a legit request or just a ploy to get her into bed. Not that she'd mind
either one. After all, she likes to live on the edge too.
But soon the threats to the King empire
are mounting, and the two find family secrets darker than they ever imagined
and dangerous enough to get them both killed.
Praise for The Last King:
“Top Pick! Beckett and Samara are a
fantastic, modern couple. They clash in the boardroom and the bedroom, are
total equals, and their bring-it-on spirit makes every interaction lively and
exciting — whether clothes are on or off. ... The heart of this romance is the
development of trust between Beckett and Samara, and Robert expertly unfolds
it, revealing the emotional connection on both sides under the flash and fire
of their irresistible chemistry. 4 1/2 stars.”—RT Book Reviews
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The Last King Excerpt
Copyright © 2018 Katee Robert
What were you thinking about just then?”
His gaze fell to her mouth. “Never mind. You don’t have to tell me. It’s
written all over your face.”
She licked her lips as he stepped
closer, as he backed her against the wall and bracketed her in with his hands
on either side of her head. He felt bigger in this position, as if his
shoulders could block out the very sun. You have to get him to back off. You’re
too close. She leaned against the wall, the move arching her back just a
little. Beckett’s gaze dropped to where her breasts pressed against her blouse,
and he dragged in an unsteady breath. As if he was using every ounce of
willpower not to touch her. He dragged his eyes up to meet hers. “You were
thinking about that night.”
She could deny it, but it would be
pointless. “Yeah.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, he moved one hand
to sift his fingers through her hair. When she didn’t immediately answer, he
leaned closer yet. “I think about it, too.” He trailed his fingers through her
hair until he reached her shoulder and his thumb dipped beneath the fabric of
her shirt. “All the fucking time.” He dropped his hand farther, the tips of his
fingers tracing over her breast in a touch so light she was half sure she
imagined it.
Might have convinced herself she
imagined it if her entire body wasn’t tuned to his in that moment.
Touch me.
As if reading her thoughts, he shifted
closer, his leg sliding between hers. The move forced her skirt up as she
spread her legs to accommodate his thigh. Higher and higher until he was firmly
pressed against her clit. It throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and it was
everything she could do not to rub on his thigh like a mindless version of
herself.
She felt mindless. Samara gave up her
determination not to touch him. She couldn’t wrap her legs around his waist
because of her damn skirt, but she ran her hands up his chest. “We can’t.”
“I know.” But he didn’t stop. He slid
his hands down to her ass, urging her to grind against his thigh. Slowly, so
incredibly slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He dragged his mouth
over her collarbone, the faint rasp of whiskers drawing a whimper from her
lips.
Samara dug her fingers into his hair,
and he went still. Waiting. She pulled him up and took his mouth the way she’d
wanted to since she’d snuck out of that hotel room six months before. She
flicked his tongue with hers, teasing him even as he resumed the delicious
movement between them again. Yes, yes, do that, don’t stop.
Beckett let her have control for all of two
seconds, and then he deepened the kiss, pressing her more firmly against the
wall. He took with his mouth even as he gave with his body, hitching her higher
until her toes barely touched the floor and she was completely at his mercy.
Pleasure sparked through her, and she kissed him harder. It wasn’t enough,
might never be enough, but she couldn’t stop.
Not when she knew that, as good as this
was, what came next was even better.
About Katee Robert
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling
author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her 2015
title, The Marriage Contract, was a RITA finalist, and RT Book Reviews named it
'a compulsively readable book with just the right amount of suspense and
tension." When not writing sexy
contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games
with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and
planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
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