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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.
The Last King by Katee Robert
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 3, 2018
Publisher: Forever
Series: The Kings
Page Count: 336 pages
Format: Digital
ASIN: B074M69QLF
ISBN:
978-1455597109
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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