Published on December 15, 2013
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Suspense
Please note: this is not dark romance.
I am not a good man.
I have lied and cheated and stolen. I've decided between life or death, like it was
my due. None of it matters, not anymore. These are not my sins.
I see her raise her hands, the dark metal she's clutching reflecting the moonlight.
Her finger trembles as she cocks the gun pointed at me. Her eyes are cold,
determined, but I know.
I know her.
My name is Devon Andre and I confess my sin. I am not a good man because this is
the woman I love.
She pulls the trigger.
* Standalone contemporary romance.
* Mature reader advised due to sexual content and strong language.
“There are no innocents in our world. We are born tainted.”
Vendetta wasn’t really what I was expecting. While I did have some issues with it, I found it easy to read and I was interested in how things were going to play out.
The Andre’s and the Moore’s are rival mob families, so the hate and distain runs deep. There is apparently new evidence that Leighton’s family had something to do with the murders of Devon’s mother, father, and little brother years earlier. It starts out with Leighton Moore being kidnapped by Devon Andre. She is in the wrong place and the wrong time and instead of letting her be killed by one of his men, Devon decides to take her.
I should have just left her there. It’s not like I have an overwhelming urge to play her knight in shining armor. God knows she’s not a damsel in distress. The woman is poison, like all the Moore’s are. Unfortunately, despite what people think about me, I can’t stand men hitting women, and I’m sure as fuck George wouldn’t have minded taking another swing at her. We may be criminals, but we’re not complete assholes.
Once Devon has Leighton, he keeps her locked up in a room in his Uncle Frank’s house, which is the leader of the Andre crime family. There is this really strange tension between Devon and Leighton and it’s almost baffling in the beginning. Since this is told in dual point of view, we get to hear both sides of the kidnapping. They think about each other in terms of what they’ve heard around town and what they know of the others family and it gets pretty repetitive. Because of his hate for her, Devon tried to keep his distance from Leighton and is very cold at times.
I squeeze my eyes shut, hating the tear that slips out, streaking my cheek. His thumb catches the tear, then he brings it to his lips, his intense eyes boring into mine, and he licks it. The sick bastard.
“Why the hell are you being so mean?” I never thought he would be like this. The Devon in my head is someone else completely. “I’m just being me.” His words are cold, emotionless. Realization hits me— this really is him, no matter what I made him out to be in my head.
The whole point of Devon capturing Leighton is for revenge. His uncle and the rest of his mob family are pushing him to kill her, but at the exact right moment. So, as he’s waiting, his willpower is tested and his emotions start to become confused. Leighton is trying to seduce him and although he tries to resist, the sexual tension eventually boils over.
“Can we just pretend? Just for one night?”…
“You said we’d pretend,” I say softly, moving closer to him.
“Leighton, fuck, I don’t think . . . ” His eyes are at the hem of my top, where my hands are.
“Don’t think, Devon,”
About half way through, something is revealed and it really helps bring some sense to the story. I was wondering why I was so confused, but it was because, well… I was supposed to be. I really think the way this was done hindered my connection to the characters and made it hard to understand their connection toeach other.
So, as the story continues it has a very Romeo and Juliet vibe. They are up and down and I was wondering how everything was going to turn out.
“….You are the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
… “I couldn’t get you out of my fucking mind. Every living thought I had was stained by you, out there in the darkness, my hands all over your body, your fingers running through my hair, your moans and sighs. I fucking hate you for being my weakness.”
I have such mixed feelings about how the story of Vendetta progressed. I love the idea and the concept, I was even the intrigued by Devon in the beginning, but then things got really convoluted. I wish there had been more time spent of the development of the relationship and the characters themselves. By the end, it seemed like so many random things had been thrown in that didn’t need to be there at all. It was alot of action, but not well paced or explained, with names and people being thrown at you left and right. It was rushed and then the epilogue hits and I was confused that it was over. This is a standalone so I felt like there needed to be more time spent wrapping things up at the end.
Even though I have my complaints, this was an easy read. It’s kind of slow in the middle, but for the most part I flew through it. The ideas were solid, but not executed as well as they could have been. I will definitely keep an eye out for this author duo in the future though as I think this had great potential.
It’s true what they say about a thin line between love and hate.
“Don’t think, Devon,” I say, standing up and pulling it over my head, dropping it aside. I walk backwards to my bed and undo the clasp of my bra, letting it dangle on my finger and then fall to the ground. I take my sweatpants off, leaving me in nothing but my panties. When he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t tell me to stop, I sit down on the bed and watch him.
The heat in Devon’s gaze, the intensity in his expression makes me feel like I’m the sexiest girl in the world. He stands up slowly, and walks over to me, his eyes still connected with mine. He gets down on his knees, so his face is almost level with mine. I watch as he takes his fill of me, a soft curse escaping his lips as his gaze touches my breasts.
“I don’t want you,” he says hoarsely, but there’s no fight left in his voice. My breathing hitches as I wait for him to finally touch me.
I don’t dare speak. Putting my palm on his cheek, I decide to make the first move since he won’t. Bringing his face closer to my body, I gasp when his tongue finally peeps out and slowly traces over one nipple, and I know that he’s decided to give in. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, and then running his teeth over it. I squirm under his touch, wanting more.
His mouth releases its torturous hold on my breast and trails wet kisses up my chest, my shoulder and my neck. By the time he reaches my mouth, I can feel how damp my panties are, and my thighs are trembling. He swipes his tongue across my lips, begging entrance. He kisses me hungrily, delving into my mouth, tasting me. He pushes me back onto the bed with the force of his body, grinding his hips into mine. I feel his erection pressing into me, and it gets me even more excited. Grasping my wrists in his hand, Devon lifts my hands above my head and presses them into the mattress. His other hand traces from my temple, over my cheek and jawline, and finally rests on my neck. Pulling his mouth away, he rests his forehead against mine, his breathing as heavy as my own.
“I don’t fucking want you,” he says desperately.
“Devon,” I gasp out when he starts slowly moving against me, our clothes the only barrier between us. He instantly jumps away from me, his expression closing off. He throws a disgusted glance my way as he stands up and takes two steps back, leaving me bare and vulnerable.
Then he turns his back on me and leaves.
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