Hotter Than Hell #6
by Holly S. Roberts
Genre: Steamy Romantic Suspense
Southern California is in the middle of a heatwave but that doesn't hold a candle to Arizona in the middle of the summer.
Austin Miller, the enforcer for Southern California's crime boss, takes over after his boss and mentor dies. He's set on revenge against the people responsible for Victor's death and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants.
Melina Fernandez has never wanted anything to do with her brother's criminal organization and has nothing to do with the hit he ordered on Southern California's leader. She's caught in the middle of a deadly game and her brother plans to sell her to the highest bidder as soon as possible.
When Melina is kidnapped by Austin, her worst nightmares are realized. It's not her body he wants, it's her flesh and her sanity. Trapped in a dark basement for days she decides to unravel her life story while Austin works on mutilating her skin with a tattoo machine.
When Moon, the crime lord of Arizona steps into help, Melina might find her salvation. The clock is ticking and her brother now wants her dead. Austin isn't a man for games but he does want Melina at any cost, even his life.
Are you ready to COMBUST?
**easily read as a standalone!**
Holly S. Roberts is a retired homicide and sex crimes detective who loves long walks on the beach and sweet music. NOT... she hikes mountains with her Rottweiler and listens to hard rock with heavy bass and bad words. She's the USA TODAY Best-Selling author of the Completion, Club El Diablo, and Hotter Than Hell series. If a book doesn't have enticing romance, steamy sex, and hot alpha men she doesn't read or write it. Oh and coffee. She must have coffee!
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I breathe romance. Maybe it comes from marrying my high school sweetheart who I fell in love with at the age of twelve. He took a little longer to convince. That was many, many years ago and we’re still in love. Before I became a police officer, I owned a bookstore in Phoenix, AZ. Romance books kept my children fed and clothed and I can’t say that about any other genre. I don’t care what the story is or what genre it’s written for, if there’s no relationship, I don’t want to read it. Call me a snob and I’ll agree. Romance doesn’t just make the world go around, it’s in every part of our lives. Anyone who disses on romance is dissing on their unsatisfied life. Romance readers are the most well-adjusted group on the planet. You want to argue? Bring it.
I point the flashlight down to the floor and run it along the wall. She follows the light while I speak in a lazy tone. “I know exactly who you are, Melina Maria Fernandez.” I squat down so we’re almost eye to eye and continue running the light around the room until it comes to a medical bed complete with restraints. A very slight whimper escapes her, but she cuts it off. The sound sends a thrill into my cold, dead heart.
“We’re going to become almost…intimate,” I tell her. “First we’re removing your clothes.” I move the flashlight back to her face. She shakes her head in denial and I see the first crack in her strong-girl performance. “Remove everything like a good little girl and you may keep the blanket.” I stare long and hard with unforgiving eyes that I know work to my advantage. “If you make me do the work, you’ll have nothing.” I pull scissors from my back pocket. She’ll need to cut the shorts off. The basement is cool, not cold, but definitely not warm enough to be naked with nothing but a cold cement floor for a bed.