SHATTERED KING by Sherilee Gray
SMP Swerve
Publication Date: June 27, 2017
ISBN: 9781250155665; Price: $3.99
Description
He’s after the woman who helped
put him behind bars. She’s been in hiding for three years raising the son he
doesn’t know about.
Holding a grudge has never felt so good.
Shattered King is an intense, ultra-sexy standalone novel set in the world of the Lawless Kings. Sherilee Gray’s raw, hard, beautiful, deeply-emotional voice will leave you breathless long after the last page.
“Shattered King is a sexy, beautiful second chance love story... a truly enjoyable read.” - Sawyer Bennett, New York Times bestselling author
"Raw, gritty, and full of supercharged sexual tension...SHATTERED KING will break you into pieces right before it stitches you back together again." -Diana Gardin, author of SWORN TO PROTECT, Rescue OP's Series
Holding a grudge has never felt so good.
Shattered King is an intense, ultra-sexy standalone novel set in the world of the Lawless Kings. Sherilee Gray’s raw, hard, beautiful, deeply-emotional voice will leave you breathless long after the last page.
“Shattered King is a sexy, beautiful second chance love story... a truly enjoyable read.” - Sawyer Bennett, New York Times bestselling author
"Raw, gritty, and full of supercharged sexual tension...SHATTERED KING will break you into pieces right before it stitches you back together again." -Diana Gardin, author of SWORN TO PROTECT, Rescue OP's Series
Author Bio
Sherilee
Gray is a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful New Zealand with her husband and
their two children. When she isn't writing sexy, edgy contemporary romance,
searching for her next alpha hero on Pinterest, or fueling her voracious book
addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one
hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.
Author Links
Website: www.sherileegray.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/SherileeGrayAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sherilee_Gray
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Excerpt: Shattered King by Sherilee Gray
I
blinked several times, working the heaviness from my eyes. Somehow I’d fallen
asleep, locked in this room, surrounded by people that thought I was lower than
dirt. God knows how I managed that, especially after what happened in that
bathroom. I shivered. Every time I thought about it, my body heated. I was more
screwed up than I thought.
The
light in the room was diluted, gray. I guessed sometime late in the afternoon.
I
froze. I wasn’t alone.
Hunter.
His volatile energy filled the room, saturated it. My skin prickled and I
sucked in a sharp breath. I didn’t move, stayed right where I was. I had no
desire to find out what came next. I was still here for a reason. I didn’t know
what that reason was, but considering the way he felt about me, things were not
looking great.
“I
know you’re awake.”
His
voice was rough, low, but not angry for once. Something else, something I
couldn’t name, set off little zaps of electricity in my lower belly. I’d
decided before I fell asleep that I was done talking. Every time I opened my
mouth, I pissed him off. And since he didn’t believe a word that came out of
it, I was going to save my energy. With that in mind, I sat up, shoved my hair
back from my face, and waited.
He
was standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his wide chest, chin
dipped, head tilted, eyes locked on me. I couldn’t read his expression. But he
was studying me in a way that made me want to squirm.
His
jaw tightened, not much, but enough that I saw it. That gaze got more intense,
so intense I couldn’t hold it any longer. I picked at the hem of my T-shirt,
fidgeting.
“Why?”
he said into the quiet room.
That’s
it. That one word. I knew what he was asking. I’d heard that one word, Hunter’s
voice, echoing in my head, for three years. The pain and anger distorting it as
he was dragged away by prison guards.
I
had nothing.
Nothing
I was prepared to give, anyway. I made myself meet his gaze. It wasn’t easy.
God, how I wanted to tell him everything, but I couldn’t and clamped my mouth
shut instead. I refused to put Josh at risk just to appease my guilt. No good
would come from telling him what happened, not now. Nothing would change.
Nothing would make any of this all right. If I knew without doubt that Josh was
Hunter’s, maybe I’d open my mouth. But I didn’t know that. Telling Hunter would
only turn a spotlight on my little boy. It would make him a target, if he
weren’t already. I’d die before I did that.
Hunter’s
expression hardened. “You fucking owe me an explanation.”
I
didn’t move, didn’t blink, just kept my eyes locked on his and my mouth shut.
He
shook his head. “What did I ever do to you, Lulu? To make you hate me so damn
much?”
I
jolted, a full body spasm. Oh God. It
was him. There he was. My Hunter.
Just a glimpse of the man I loved beyond reason. It hurt to see him again. I
wasn’t prepared for it. I looked down at my hands, tears stinging my nose, the
back of my eyes. I swallowed down the lump threatening to choke me. My tattered
heart couldn’t take much more of this.
I
felt his gaze hot on me, waiting. Hoping I’d give him what he needed, give him
the answers he wanted. I couldn’t do it.
Finally,
after what felt like forever, he hissed through his teeth.
I
looked up, couldn’t help it. His eyes were back to that cold, dead stare. He
was gone again.
He
tilted his head toward the door. “Time to go.”
I
wanted to ask where, but since I’d just made a point of not talking, I had no
choice but to keep my mouth shut. I stood as he opened the door and followed
him back upstairs.
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