Forbidden Promises
The O’Malleys #4
By Katee
Robert
Release Date: May 30,
2017
Forever
Tour Host: Barclay PR

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.
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Up
until this point, Sloan O’Malley has been kind of lost in a sea of the strong
personalities in her family. She’s the quiet one. The wallflower. The obedient
one. But now she’s out of Boston and out of that life behind, and she’s
stepping out to stand on her own for the first time in her life. She wants her
freedom, but more than that, she wants to live.
What better way to do that than to give into the desire that sparks an inferno
between her and the gorgeous guy next door?
All
her hard-won calm disappeared when she saw Jude lounging in the corner booth.
Lounging wasn’t the right word. He looked like a big cat who was as likely to
tear out her throat as purr and rub against her.
Rub against…
She
tried and failed to shut the thought down. From there, it was a slippery slope
to thinking about what she’d done last night while picturing him.
It
was almost enough to make her flee into the kitchen again. Or it would have
been if not for the knowledge that Marge had given her a chance, and the woman
wouldn’t take kindly to her hiding in the back when there were customers to be
served.
Sloan
took a careful breath and approached Jude. “What can I get you?”
“I
feel like I’m perpetually apologizing to you, but I left abruptly last night
and I’m sorry.” He didn’t wait for her to respond. “Come out with me after your
shift.”
She
blinked. Did he just…“I’m sorry,
what?”
“I’m
going to take you out. Tonight.” His intense dark eyes never wavered, though
she was wondering how she ever labeled them cold. Right now, they were so hot,
they were liable to turn her into a pillar of flame.
The
only question was if she’d perish in the fire or emerge as something altogether
different.
That
thought should have scared her, but she’d been afraid for so long. Maybe it was
time to do more than think about taking the first step into the future. Maybe
she needed to actually put herself into motion. Sloan licked her lips, aware of
the way he tracked the move. Everything about Jude was intense. He’d toned it
down for her last night, but he wasn’t even trying right now. She shifted her
stance, still torn. “I’m not exactly in a good place to date right now.”
He
considered her, and she suddenly got the impression that he was choosing his
words with care so as not to spook her. “What is it, exactly, that you think
I’m asking?”
“I,
ah…” She clutched her little notebook to her chest, painfully aware that the
handful of diners in the place were blatantly eavesdropping. “I don’t know.”
He
lowered his voice to the point where she had to inch closer to hear him
clearly. “Let me show you.”
And,
suddenly, she wanted to do exactly that. Sloan found herself nodding even
though every instinct she had said that Jude was trouble in the worst way. But,
whatever he was, he was vitally different from her brothers and father back
home. He might seem brutal and dangerous and intense to a criminal degree, but
this wasn’t Boston. This was Callaway Rock. No matter how dangerous he seemed,
odds were that he wasn’t a man who had skeletons in his closet—literal or
otherwise.
That
made him safe in a way none of the men she’d ever known were.
Jude’s
gaze sharpened. “That’s a yes.”
“That’s
a yes.” Her voice was too breathy, too irregular to pass for anything other
than nerves, but she didn’t care. If she fell flat on her face, at least she
was living.

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