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THE new PLAN:
* Don’t find Marc
* Take down a Russian Bratva boss
* Don’t have sex with Kingsley
* Take down a Colombian drug lord
Don’t fall for Marc again
* DON’T FIND MARC
Kill every –
* SCREW THE PLAN AND JUST WING IT
This is the story of what happens when best laid plans fail, and a vengeful woman is forced to find her own way once again. A bond broken, trust shattered, and too many lies to keep track of find Marc and Lily all out of plans and running out of time. Can they find their way back to each other before trouble finds them first, or is it really the end of their journey?
If this NOVEL were a MOVIE, it would have an R rating from the MPAA. Contains: Violence, Grisly Images, Strong Language, Nudity, and Graphic Sexual Content.
Shock wasn’t a big enough word to describe how Lily felt, looking up to find Marc staring at her in that ballroom. Anyone else. It literally could have been anyone else – her father, Mickey Mouse, Hitler, and she would’ve been less surprised. Marcelle De Sant wasn’t real, anymore. He was a figment of her imagination, something that usually only appeared late at night, when she was alone and missing a more dangerous time in her life.
Besides, wasn’t he supposed to be in Brazil!? Wasn’t he … anywhere she wasn’t?
Wasn’t he not quite this good looking!? It’s unfair that such a dick can be so good looking.
Dancing with her was bad enough. They’d fought, as had always been in their nature, but it wasn’t the same. She hated him. He’d lied to her, and he’d manipulated her, and he’d abandoned her. Told her she wasn’t good enough, then told her to go home. She loathed him.
And yet, his arm was around her, and his eyes were so blue, and she’d missed him so much.
And of course, along with fighting, their other old friend made an appearance – bad luck. Next thing Lily had known, she was being dragged upstairs and shoved into a bedroom. There was arguing. There was kissing.
So really, it was just like old times.
The bedroom door swung open, but she barely registered it. Marc’s hands were moving over her body, pressing down on her breasts. He moved one lower, sliding it over her hip and around to her ass, pulling her away from the wall and into himself. She ran her hands down his chest and worked them under his jacket, smoothing around to his back. She bit into his bottom lip and that earned her yet another groan, followed by his tongue filling her mouth.
Acting a part, acting a part. Not enjoying this at all. Nope, nooooope.
People were in the room. Someone was barking questions in Spanish. Marc ignored them, and the hand on her ass suddenly moved and grabbed her thigh, yanking her leg up to his hip. She made a big show of pulling his belt apart, all while his mouth moved down her neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses in its wake. His hands were back at her chest and buttons flew as he yanked open her blouse. One hand went down the top of her tank, and suddenly Lily didn’t care that they had an audience. Marc was touching her again, that was all that mattered.
“Excuse me!” a voice barked out. “You cannot be in here. You go now.”
Marc’s free hand began rooting around in his pocket, and he pulled out a handful of pesos. He held them out to the nearest guard.
“We go in twenty minutes,” he panted, shoving the money into an open hand.
“Twenty minutes? Jesus, that’s disappointing,” she gave a husky laugh, then moaned when the hand on her breast squeezed.
“Alright. Twenty minutes. We come back, and you leave room,” they were warned.
But neither of them could answer, as their mouths met again and their tongues moved against each other.
Her mind had registered the length of time since he’d left her, but her body didn’t notice it at all. It recognized his touch as if they’d been together just the day before; like no time had passed. It made it all even worse. Her brain had done a good job of pretending it was over him. But her body had longed for him for six months. Had missed him. Hadn’t understood why he’d left.
That thought brought her to her senses, and Lily abruptly shoved him away. They were both breathing hard. Marc’s pants were undone and Lily’s blouse was hanging open. Her matte red lipstick was smeared across his mouth and chin. She took a deep breath and smoothed her hands over her hips.
“Okay, we need to figure this out, right now,” she told him.
“Alright,” he agreed, though he seemed a little dazed. She resisted the urge to smirk.
“I didn’t come here for you. Nothing I’ve done in the last six months has been for you,” she lied. “You’re not a part of this. You were never a part of this, except for a couple weeks in Africa. I will not let you ruin this for me again, De Sant. When we walk out of this room, you’re going to leave the house, and I’m going to finish this job.”
Marc’s daze wore off and he glared as he put his pants back to rights.
“I’ve been a part of this since the moment you opened that safe, and you know it. What do you think I’ve been doing this whole time? Fucking vacationing? I’m not exactly getting paid for this shit.”
“No one asked you to do any of this shit. You just took it upon yourself. You just ran away and decided to solve a problem that wasn’t even any of your business.”
He flinched and Lily smiled.
“I thought you’d understand,” he grumbled, glancing in a mirror that was behind her. He yanked off his bow tie and used it to wipe at lipstick around his mouth.
“Then you thought wrong.”
Kindle Friends Forever: Five Outplanned Stars
Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse Nuttall
I was blown away! This unputdownable read which blows hotter than hot, caused my emotions to run riot! Two leading men’s roles; both exasperatingly intense and a heroine whose traits are more than peculiar. No, wrong word… spectacular. She’s freakin’ awesome and if I were a fella, I’d fall hard for this no nonsense, don’t mess with me heroine with a capital H. Sleep deficit? I had it. Making sure any interrupts would not be tolerated while reading this nail-biting and fast-paced follow up of Best Laid Plans meant I could lap up one of the best action-packed books I’ve read this year. Metaphorically speaking, the pages flew. I couldn’t wait to find out what the author had in store for three of the most outstanding characters I’d yet to meet this year. Even the most sceptical of us will believe in the leading lady’s ‘plans’ in this knock your socks off story.
If I were able to be on a film set, this would be it! Scenes vividly described come alive. Whether the three protagonists are being shot at, tortured, hanging out of a car in smithereens, or hanging on to hope; any screenwriter would have their heyday with Marcelle De Sant, Liliana Brewster and Kingsley Law. They are most certainly not your normal trio. She wants payback, the two men in her life are mercenaries par-excellent who got caught up in her mission of vengeance. To begin with, she goes about it totally green but soon realises that to get to her target, she’s going to need some expert training. I am not going to say too much as I don’t want to spoil the story for you; however, I will give you a clue. When a ruthless Russian Bratva boss did the unheard of personally affecting Lily, she’s prepared to go all the way regardless of her safety. In other words, she has more balls than sagacity.
Ruthless enemy: ✓
Gorgeous bad guy with scruples in brackets: ✓
Beguilingly attractive goodies: ✓
Mercenaries in plural: ✓
Kickass female protagonist: ✓
Male protagonist needing the love of his life to see sense: ✓
Male character needing both of them to see sense: ✓
Gripping storyline. ✓
Marc went about it all the wrong way at the end of the last read. What us gals don’t need is evasiveness and by not spelling it out clearly enough for Lily to cotton on to, just seemed to add insult to injury. Oh boy, was she mad with him and quite rightly so, too. The word stubborn is sublimely underrated for this trio! D words took on a new perspective for me. They’re all dangerous, disturbing, drop-dead gorgeous and desirable… Despite the chemistry between Lily and Marc simmering to boiling point throughout the story, it was second place for her as a job needed to be done. Pushing her true feelings aside, she considered them to be more sexual than emotional. Daft woman!
Lily ~ “Jesus, De Sant, then what do you want!?”
Marc ~ “I want you to call me Marc.”
Marc’s underestimation of her would change when Lily proved to him that she was as good or even better in the field. Kingsley never doubted her for a moment. He saw how determined she was and knew she’d never back down. Her heart was set on getting the job done regardless. Saying that, I could have strangled her at times. She tried hard to dislike Marc who was for me, the bee’s knees. Kingsley and Marc went back a long way together but a rift had been driven between them. Deep down Kingsley knew they were made for each other and not only were feelings questioned with words, but also with fists.
Kingsley ~ “You left her, remember, idiot? So stop chasing her. Treat it like a job. Like any other job.”
They were the perfectly disastrous couple. Both encroached on each other’s space. Both were not made for a stable relationship. Since this adorable man was so frustratingly naïve regarding how women tick, better said, one woman, I could never have expected the story to end as it did.
Lily ~ “How come whenever we try to do something together, it always gets so fucked up?”
Marc ~ “I think you were right — we’re just bad luck, sweetheart.”
Kingsley. Man-whore-cum-sluttish-womaniser. Cum everything in my vocabulary, no holds barred and so damn loveable. Kinsley…I adore you! I’m holding back on blasphemous words ’cause I want this review to be published. Without you, this fan-freakin’-tastic read would never have been the same. You made her, you trained her and above all, you had faith in her. All of the characters’ personalities in this read are extremely well-developed. But this guy pushes limits. And he might be the only friend that Marc has, and he might only be Lily’s friend, too. But for me, you are my hero and I loved your ‘law’!
Kingsley ~ “Darling. I know you. You’ve got a plan for when you take a piss. You plan everything. What is your plan?”
Damiano Ledo. Powerful, deadly, and unsurpassed in his dubious dealings, I’m sure the author’s intentions were for the reader to dislike him. What a real charmer! Besides bringing a smile to my face with his innuendos, Lily also found him amusing. I know I shouldn’t have liked this bad guy but his unlikely appearance in a scenario where I was biting my nails down to the quick sealed my esteem of him.
Damiano ~ “All these men, falling all over themselves for you. If you ever want a real man, please, give me a call.”
Untouchable and heavily guarded, Stankovski is the root of all evil. And his wife, Roksana, well, she makes Cruella de Vil look like a saint! What nasty pieces of work the pair of them are. Lily has something Stankovski wants badly, she’s played him too, only adding fuel to the fire. So how she’s going to make him pay for ruining her life? Read this story to find out.
The banter between all of the protagonists was for me, a joy to read. The endearing insults or not, fly between all concerned continually making this story so realistic that I really couldn’t find fault. Exceptionally satisfying was also Kingsley’s English lingo which had me in fits of laughter; his one-liners, second to none. Lol, the Armani suit, his debonair ways and his table manners were all an added plus. Not often am I lost for words but you, Ms Fantôme, have managed to leave me with my mouth wide open in epilogue. Thank you for such an awesome finale. Bravo to you ma’am!
Lily ~ “Fuck the plans. If I live through this, I’m winging everything from here on out.”