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.
Forbidden Promises
The O’Malleys
Katee Robert
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2017
Publisher: Grand Central/Forever
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.
Copyright © 2017 Katee Robert
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.”
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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