"The Fearless King" Will Vanquish All Monsters Of The Dark And Shine The Light On Love

Title:  The Fearless King
Series: ( Kings #2)
Author:  Katee Robert
Length:  368 pages
Date Of Publication: Feb 5th, 2019
Publisher:  Forever
Rating:  5 Stars


Journey King is an expert at managing the family business. But when her father returns to Houston hell-bent on making a play for the company, Journey will do anything to stop him, even if that means going to Frank Evans for help. Frank deals in information, the dirtier the better. Rugged and rock solid, he’s by far her best ally—and also the most dangerous.

Frank knows better than to get tangled up with the Kings. But something about Journey’s rare vulnerability drags him deep into enemy territory . . . and into her darkest past. Pretending to be her boyfriend may be necessary for their plan to work, but Frank soon finds helping Journey is much more than just another job—and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

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The Last King

(Kings #1)

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EXCERPT

Heaven was Samara in a little green dress.

Beckett watched her walk across the lobby, her mile-long legs eating up the distance with ease. That glimpse of wildness she’d given him last night was in full effect today, her hair a mass of black waves that seemed to curl and snap around her shoulders with each step. Her dress fitted her like a second skin, sloping down over her breasts, her stomach, to her hips and thighs.

But it was her dark eyes that drew and held him. Anger and desire and something like guilt lingered there, and she held his gaze as she stopped in front of him. “Do I meet your expectation?”

“You’re beautiful.”

She arched a single eyebrow. “I know.”

That surprised a laugh out of him. Beckett turned to the elevator bank and offered his elbow. The gentlemanly move was over-the-top for their current circumstances, but he couldn’t be this close to her without touching her. Kissing her now, here, was a terrible damn idea, so he’d settle for the small touch. “No false modesty. I like that.”

“I think we’ve established that I don’t operate based on what you like.” Despite her words, amusement pulled at the edges of her lips, and she set her hand carefully on his forearm. “Every time I think I have your number down, you surprise me. Most guys get pissy pants if a woman doesn’t fall at their feet when they call her beautiful.”

“I’m not most guys.” He waited for the elevator door to open and led her onto it. “You can’t fit me into a box and write me off, Samara.”

“I’m beginning to see that.” She shook her head, her hair brushing against his shoulder. “My life would be a whole lot easier if I could.”

He couldn’t argue that, so he didn’t bother. Beckett took them up to the executive level. He noted the way she studied everything, obviously filing away every bit of information she could lay her eyes on. “What does Lydia pay you these days?”

She dropped her arm and stepped back. “Oh no. I don’t think so.” She pointed at him. “We went over this last night. I’m not for sale.”

“It’s an innocent question.”

“It is most definitely not an innocent question.” She looked like she wanted to take off her shoe and throw it at his head. “I don’t care what issue you and your aunt have. I’m not part of it. You don’t get to use me as leverage. I’m not a pawn for either of you to sacrifice in this pissing match you have going on.”

Shame tried to take hold, but he wouldn’t let it. Samara knew the game, no matter how much it apparently offended her. “I’m the bad guy for trying to offer you a job, but I’m sure you agreed to show up here solely out of the goodness of your heart.” He pretended to think about it. “Wait, no you didn’t—which you already admitted. You’re here because Lydia wants to do whatever it takes to sink Morningstar. Full stop.” He motioned at the offices behind him. “Wake up, Samara. I’m only playing the game she made the rules for.”

She took in the empty COO office on the other side of the glass wall. “She poached your employees.”

“Convenient timing, don’t you think?”

“You’re not still harping on that paranoid talk about Lydia meeting Nathaniel.” Samara hesitated and then moved to stand in front of him. She pressed her lips together and then very gently said, “Do you think maybe it’s a good idea for you to talk to someone?”

Beckett jerked back. “What?”

There was nothing but sympathy in her dark eyes. “I’m serious, Beckett. I’ve known you a long time, at least by reputation, and this delusion you have going isn’t like you. Is it possible that Nathaniel’s death is hitting you harder than you realize? That you’re fixating on Lydia instead of your own grief because it’s easier to deal with an enemy than face the fact you can never make things right with your father?”

Every word flayed him, cutting to the quick. Beckett gritted his teeth against the need to tell Samara that she was the one who wasn’t thinking clearly. To yell. To expel some of the ugliness that had been brewing in him for a very, very long time. “I didn’t call you here to offer you a job, and I sure as hell don’t need a shrink.”

She stood her ground as he advanced. Her heels put them at the same height and she still managed to look down her nose at him. “Then why did you call me here?”

Because I can’t spend another moment alone without going out of my mind.

He didn’t say it. To admit how long it had been since he’d felt a connection with another person was to hand Samara—Lydia—a loaded gun and invite her to point it directly at him. He didn’t answer her verbally at all. Beckett cupped her waist and slowly pulled her against him, giving her plenty of time to register his intentions.

“Beckett.” Despair colored her tone and she gave a desperate laugh. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know.” Using a hand on the small of her back, he pressed her firmly against him. “I don’t want to stop.”

Samara hesitated, but finally placed her hands gingerly against his chest. He waited, letting her decide. Yes or no. Push or pull. Stay or go. She hitched a breath. “I don’t want to stop, either.”

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My Thoughts
"What a man...
What a man...
What a mighty good man."
Salt & Peppa

Journey King has been through a lot lately.  (See Kings #1)
As acting head of Kingdom Corp., in the absence of her mother.  Journey now finds herself on the frontline of a new fight.
Against an old foe.
Her father.

Elliott Bancroft has it all.  He is rich, poised, charming, and...
A monster!
And with his wife no longer acting as head of the company she founded.  He and those who aid him; are out for blood.
At any cost.
Just when you thought that the scheming, plotting, and backbiting of the King empire couldn't get any more devious.
Along comes book two in the series.
And this time it's more personal than ever.

Enter Frank Evans...
Frank is known among the King's as a man who can get things done.  As well as one of the few people that can be trusted to keep secrets.
As we found out in a big way via book one.
But what we didn't know was that Journey and Frank have an attraction.
So it brooks no question that when things go south for our leading lady.  Her knight of choice is one of the darker persuasion.
Pun intended...

Journey and Frank's story is a great deal more intense than that of Beckett and Samara.  This is due to the fact that the horrors of their respective pasts loom very large on the horizon of their futures.  And have the very real possibility of destroying everything and everyone that they hold dear.
For Journey...
Her father has always been a very real danger to both her and her siblings.  Abusing them all both physically and mentally for a large part of their childhoods.
For Frank...
The mere fact that he is a black man of power and means in the heart of the "good ole boy" network that is Texas.  Should be enough.
But no...
He is still reeling from both the wrongful conviction of his father for murder. And his subsequent murder in prison.
And the way in which said murder contributed to his mother's death from cancer.

Because the pain of their pasts rides so close to the surface.  The need to protect that they bring out in each other makes the back and forth fight for control that Beckett and Samara had to give voice to completely unnecessary.
It was just a given.  No matter the situation.

And speaking of situations...
There are so many.
That involve so many other people.
And do far more than sex ever could to draw these two together.

Not that the sex isn't AWESOME!
It is...
The sex in Journey and Frank's story is also a great deal more raw.  Mirroring their psyches and general states of being.
And the fact that it comes with just the right amount of ph-so-alpha S&M.
Ohhhhhh yeah!

In short.
This story is about the coming together of two knights working together to slay some very REAL dragons.  Both in business and in life.

About Katee
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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