He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio.
We met Cole in Carter Reed 2 and I don’t know about you but the anticipation of getting to delve deeper into Cole has been slowly killing me and I have finally been mostly sated. I say mostly because there will be a Carter Reed 3 and I really hope Cole is in that book.
“He was dangerous. He was strong. And now, he loved adrenaline. Cole was everything Liam hadn’t been.”
The beginning of this novel was no where as intense as the beginning of Carter Reed, in fact, the beginning of this novel is kind of slow, but really what it’s doing is laying a foundation that is *needed* for the story to play out like it did.
As things started to slowly unravel I realized I had been weary of the wrong people all along and I couldn’t put it down! The way that Tijan weaves a story is brilliant, she slowly hypnotizes you into a false sense of security thinking that everything is going to work out perfectly with a nice little bow and then WHAM! Shit gets really and you are like “Oh sh*t, f*c%, d@mn” and you are just left there trying to figure out what is going to happen.
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I shouldn’t have remembered him.
He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn’t know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.
But I could feel him.
The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.
The second time was different.
He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.
That was just the beginning.
He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…
I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.