March 30, 2016



Born into blood, I was a mafia princess. Raised in hiding, I was a Californian sweetheart.
The day my father sold my thirteen year old body to pay off a five year old debt was the day my mother stole me in the dead of night. She protected me as she was supposed to.
My father may have been the king, but my mother was the queen.
The mafia blood was hers.
That was ten years ago. Now… the devil was on the loose.
Carlo ‘Hunter’ Rosso was my father’s right hand man and the boy I’d loved since I could tie my own shoelaces. He was always the most ruthless and the most deadly of all the children.
He’d thought I was dead until the day his assignment was given: Kill Adriana and Alexandria Romano. Kill the princess, and definitely kill the queen.
What he didn’t know was that the queen was dead, and the princess had taken her throne.
Blood didn’t lie. It smeared, distorted, stained. But it didn’t lie.
My father was going to learn the hard way that the empire he’d stolen belonged to me.
And so did Carlo ‘Hunter’ Rosso.


Review by: Leeann 

This book literally hits the ground running & continues to be fast paced almost all the way through. In the middle it slows down a bit, but then it picks up again &
continues all the way through to the end.
So Addy is a teenage mafia princess.. Who is on the run with her mother, the mafia queen. The only way to get their lives back is to kill her father.
Easier said than done.

Now Addy is an adult and has had a few assasination attempts against her, she has decided it is time to come up with a plan & get her life back.

Hunter was Addy’s best friend growing up, he is now her fathers top assasinator. He was sent to kill her. Now he finds he is helping her.
As with all good not well thought out plans, thisngs don’t quite work out how they expected. In fact things go from bad t worse, and then worse again and neither of them
Know if they will make oit out alive.

There isn’t a lot of humour on this book. It is more on the dark side. There is lots of sexy & lots of action packed drama. These are 2 young people who essetially are victims of circumstance.
They are also young and in love and we all know when you are fighting for your life, this is not always a great combination. During their journey they each dicover a lot about themselves
and by the end you can see how this had made them not only stronger individuals, but also a stronger couple. Although this is a work of fiction, I know most authors that write this genre tend to
do quite a bit of research into the workings of the mafia & it is really scary that they will not hesitate to kill their own blood if it is deemed necessary.

As Addy & Hunter are both young they have a lot of growing up to do & a very short time in which to do it. The authors writing allowed them to develop at an age appropriate rate which is great. You
didn’t get to the end and suddenly have them behaving like 50 year olds.  I really liked that. I also liked that although they found themselves in violent situations, they always managed to maintain a level
of common sense & keep their wits about them.

If you have some time up your sleeve & enyou reading books that are a bit on the darker side but not too over the top that you don’t know if you want to finish then you will enjoy this one.
It is fast paced, has shades of dark and light in is a gerally good entertaining story, then I recommend you one click it & get reading!!

4 Stars 

Review by: Tracy

Adriana was the princess of a mafia family. 10 years ago in the middle of the night her and her mother went on the run from her father. The man who wanted to sell the body of his own daughter. Leaving behind Carlo, the man she loved and her father’s right hand man. Now 10 years later, and her mother dead, she became the one person she wanted to be. The queen. With her father ordering her death, he will realize who actually rules the family. And who will control Carlo the “Hunter”.

I have gone back and forth on this review. While I did like the story I found that some parts were a little slow moving. I am not one for mafia stories, half the time I think they depict the wrong side of the mob. But this one was different for me since it was more about the female line within the family. I am a sucker for a bad ass female who takes what she wants, and in this case that happened to be a very sexy mafia man. So I suppose it was a win win for me! 

3.5 Stars 

Staying, are you? Figure it's easier to kill me in my sleep?”
Once again, he rubbed his hand across his face. He said nothing.
“Trying to work out whose life is worth more, right? Mine is probably worth a lifetime of comfort for you. Kill me and everyone's happy, right? My pathetic excuse for a father gets to keep his empire and you're taken care of for life.”
He looked at me, and his expression was a little tortured. I was being harsh. I knew that. But I needed to be. It was easier to provoke him and be angry with him than give in to the horrible ache that had settled in my heart.
“Adriana...” Weak. The word was weak.
I wanted to ignore the indecision on his face, but I couldn't.
He was considering it.
He really was.
I scoffed quietly at him and grabbed the gun from the coffee table. His mask and gloves fell to the floor, but he made no move to pick them up. The safety was on the gun, and I held it out to him. “Here. Take it. I don't care, Hunter. I don't have much of a life here in hiding anyway.”
He didn't even look at the gun. His silvery gaze never left mine. I wished he would look away, because in that gaze, I saw the Hunter I knew. The boy who once ripped his favorite shirt to stem the bleeding when I fell and cut my leg, then proceeded to carry me home. The boy who offered to pee on my foot when I got stung by a jellyfish in Mexico on vacation when I was seven.
The boy I loved before I knew what love even was.
“You're weak, Hunter,” I whispered. Slowly, I turned the gun back to me and touched the barrel to my temple the way he did earlier. His jaw clenched when my thumb edged toward the safety, and when my finger moved to hook around the trigger, he moved.
He was like a lightning bolt. He came at me like a flash, snatched the gun from my hand, and dropped it on the sofa. It bounced but stayed on the seat, and then he turned on me with blazing eyes. “Don't,” he ground out, his arms tensing and looking even bigger. “Don't ever fucking put that to your head again.”
“Why? I was saving you the job.”
The words had barely left my lips when he pounced on me. It was deadly, the way his hands clasped my face and his mouth descended on mine. I staggered back into the wall, gasping at the ferocity of his movement. Shock paralyzed me as he kissed me harshly. His tongue ran along the seam of my mouth, and as I fisted the sides of his shirt, I bit his lower lip.
A low growl left his throat, but he didn't relent. He just kissed me harder. He kissed me until I was fucking spinning and could barely string two thoughts together. Until my whole body was alight with his touch and responding to his every movement.
He tasted like whiskey. The strong, rich taste that lingered on his lips was heady and only added to the intoxicating way he touched me.
And then... It hit me. He was touching me. Kissing me.
Twenty minutes ago, he could have killed me.

Blaire Drake is a pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling author who wanted to think outside her box and write the kind of things that would shock even them. She loves taboo romance and pushing boundaries in her work. She also enjoys long walks on the beach at sunset, as long as it’ll be follo
wed by a good, old-fashioned spanking right after.
DEAR PROFESSOR is her debut standalone novel, and her next book, PRETTY PORNSTAR, is also a standalone novel that promises to be equally as taboo and sexy.
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