Forbidden
Promises
The O’Malleys #4
By Katee
Robert
Release Date: May 30,
2017
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Central/Forever
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katee Robert
delivers the next book in her sizzling O'Malleys family series, hailed as
"The Godfather meets Romeo & Juliet." FORBIDDEN PROMISES features
Sloan O'Malley and her mysterious new next-door neighbor, Jude MacNamara.
Meet Jude!
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Some
lines should never be crossed . . . not even for love.
Sloan
O'Malley just left her entire world behind-her family, her wealth, and even her
real name. For the first time in her life, she's free. She can live
the "normal" life she's always wanted. A life without
fear. But there's nothing safe about her intensely sexy next-door
neighbor.
Jude
MacNamara has no room for innocence in his life. Only revenge. Still, he's
never been able to walk away from the forbidden, and Sloan-who is every inch of
pure, mouthwatering temptation-has forbidden written all over
her. Only after it's way too late does he discover the real danger: claiming
Sloan as his puts a target on her back. To protect her, Jude is willing risk
everything . . . and to hell with the consequences.
She nearly tripped over Jude when she
opened the door, and that was the last straw. “What is your problem?”
He raised a single eyebrow, not
looking perturbed in the least. “Sorry?”
“No, you’re not. You’re not sorry that
you turned me down last night, or that you left in a hurry, or that you were
an…an insufferable jackass this morning.”
If anything, his eyebrow inched
higher. “You’re in a mood.”
“Are you kidding me?” She
pushed at his chest, but he didn’t even pretend she had the strength to move
him. “You weren’t interested last night, so you don’t get to waltz into the
diner and order me to go out with you. I’ve taken
orders my entire life, and I’ll be damned before I take one from you.” The
outburst left her feeling deflated, but she clamped her mouth shut and refused
to apologize. Maybe she was being the slightest bit dramatic, but that didn’t
mean she was wrong.
Jude took a step closer, towering over
her, his shoulders so broad, they filled the doorway. “Are you done?”
Just like that, she had a whole lot
more to say. “Actually—”
“That was a rhetorical question,
sunshine.” His big hand cupped the back of her neck, his thumb tracing over her
jaw and up to drag against her bottom lip.
The touch shocked her into silence.
For a moment. “Jude—”
Apparently he wasn’t finished. “I
didn’t say no last night because I wasn’t interested. I wouldn’t have
apologized—twice—if I wasn’t interested.”
“But—”
“You want to know the truth? The truth
is that I can’t look at you without wanting to strip you down, to run my hands
over that tight little body of yours, to spread those sweet thighs and fuck you
with my tongue until you’re screaming my name and begging for mercy.”
She swayed, her anger, her ability to
think or move or talk or do anything except stare helplessly at him, all gone.
She licked her lips, forgetting that his thumb was there, and stroked him with
her tongue instead. His chocolate eyes went even darker, and he suddenly seemed
larger.
Say something.
“You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“It’s the fucking truth, sunshine.” He
stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, his hand gentle yet holding her in place
easily. “You’re a good girl. I don’t have to spend any time with you to know
that. You deserve better than the likes of me, even for a fuck. But that’s the
difference between us. I’m not good. I might as well be the goddamn devil as
far as you’re concerned, but I’ve never been good at walking away when I have
my mind set on something. And, sunshine, I have my mind set on you.”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t take a
step, though she was at a loss if she’d move away from or toward him. It was
like he held her captive with only a single hand, stalling out any and all
reasoning ability.
Jude’s grip tightened, ever so
slightly. “I was going to take you out. It’s not my scene, but I was willing to
give it a shot. I changed my mind.” He stepped into her, his chest lightly
pressed against her breasts, his thighs bracketing hers, his…Oh my good lord. His hard length pressed against her stomach, and it felt
perfectly in proportion with the rest of his massive body, not that she was an
expert on these matters.
His other hand came to rest on her
hip, fingers bunching the fabric of her dress as he kneaded her. “Tell me to
stop, and it’s done. I’ll walk away, and I’ll do my damnedest to leave you
alone. Tell me to walk away, sunshine. Just say the words.”
She knew he was right. He was no good
for her, and this would only end in tears on her part. The man wasn’t asking to
date her. He didn’t want to get to know her. He was telling her all the things
he’d do to her body.
But she couldn’t say the words to make
him leave.
Sloan had never taken anything for
herself in her entire life. She’d stayed in the background and gone with the
flow and done everything in her power to play least in sight. Her brothers ran
off any boy remotely interested in her, and she’d allowed it to happen. If her
father had decided to move forward on his plans to marry her off, she would
have walked down the aisle to a man of his choosing.
She’d never done a single selfish
thing in her life until she asked Teague to help her escape.
Until she tentatively ran her hands up Jude’s
chest, sucking in her breath at the way his muscles tensed beneath her fingers.
Until she looked up into his stormy dark eyes and said the word that would damn
them both. “Stay.”
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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