"The Last King" Takes Romantic Suspense To A New Level

Title:  The Last King
Series:  Kings #1
Author: Katee Robert
Length:  336 pages
Publisher:  Forever
Rating:  4.5 Stars

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.


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.


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

Samara Mallick and Beckett King both  know that they last thing that they should be doing is getting any more involved with each other than their positions as adversaries in the boardrooms of the world will allow.
Thanks to an ill advised rendezvous in Norway.  The two also know that they share a passion that render one or both of them unable to resist a touch, a glance, or even a hushed whisper from the other.

When Beckett's father, Nathaniel, dies under mysterious circumstances.  Just after a meeting meeting with his sister, and fiercest competitor Lydia.  Beckett is left reeling, and growing less certain by the day; about just who he can trust.

Until Samara...
The woman that he can't seem to get out of his system.  Even though he knows that as the seeming right-hand to his aunt.  The founding member of Kingdom Corp.  Beckett knows that getting too close to her puts him in just the right position to lose considerably more than his heart.  But the more that he comes to know of Samara.  The surer he becomes that she may be the one person that he can trust with everything.
If he lives long enough, that is.

Beckett and Samara's relationship is not exactly one that would be considered a "hate relate" in the purest sense.  What we really seem to have here are two people who are basically cut from the same cloth as far as ambition, daddy issues, morals, etc.
With the main differences between the two being that he was born into money.
And they play for opposing companies.
His being Morning Star.
Hers being Kingdom Corp.

The problem...
Their magnetic attraction to each other.
And in this case "magnetic" is meant in the literal sense of the word.
When they are not battling over contracts in the boardroom.  They are battling for control in the bedroom.  So much so in fact, that their sexcapades bracket every major occurrence in the book.
Though one does come to understand somewhat later in the read that said "sexcapades" serve both as a balm to hurting souls and a bond that brings the two ever closer.  The "bunnies on fire overload" can be a bit distracting at the outset.

The more that the reader comes to understand about Beckett and Samara.  And the more that they come to understand about themselves.  The more comfortable all parties become with the "magnets".
In fact...
The closer that the two get to finding out the who's and why's of his father's death.  And the very suspicious, not to mention life threatening things that are becoming more commonplace.
That magnetism is often what stands between them and certain death.

This is a very well written Contemporary Romantic Suspense novel.  With a very tight central cast.  Which works wonders when it comes to maintaining the lightening speed pace that this read is blessed with.
Another plus to this story is the fact that it boasts of not one but two characters of color.  The first of whom being Samara. Who is Indian.  The second, Frank Anderson, real estate tycoon, man of mystery, a man with more tricks up his sleeve than David Copperfield, Beckett's best friend,  and the perfect portion of Afro-American sexual chocolate.
O.K. Enough drooling!  Back to the review.

In short.
This is a great book.  It has everything that those who love to fall in love will love.
This is a true twin flame romance!
Alpha for alpha.
The perfect "type A happily..."

About Katee
Katee RobertNew 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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