HIDE (The Black Letter Series Part One) by Brooke Page
Review done by Cassandra Brooker for Cassandra’s Reviews
10 stars!
Black letters start arriving for Jaime, one sentence written
in white in perfect script. It shakes her to her core because it brings up bad
memories. How do you fight off someone who is like a ghost sending black
letters to you no matter how they get them to you?
This is a book that grips you from the start with Jaime who
is confident and has a great job with her best friend Nathan.
We meet the Conklin Brothers in this series and yes they
have their own series but there is more. Mitch Conklin is super yummy and my
kind of guy who would rather wear jeans and a t-shirt instead of a suit like
his brother Nathan.
You learn of Jaime’s past which for me I can relate to.
There are things that you may ask yourself why Jamie did what she did at young
age but I know most of us do dumb stuff and are naïve at that age.
Jaime’s past comes and haunts her. A mystery person finding
out where she lives and works and seeing who she is with all the time.
It hasn’t happened for a year and now the letters are
starting again, what will happen to Jaime? Will she tell anyone the real truth?
What will happen with the Conklin brothers she works for?
I highly recommend you get this book to follow Jaime and
Mitch in a whirlwind of hot and cold plus black letters that arrive. It will
draw you in and you will not be able to put it down! I read this book in a day.
Title: HIDE The
Black Letters Series : Part One
Author: Brooke
Page
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
Release Date:
August 31, 2015
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Synopsis:
Grand Rapids was my saving grace. My new job and my best
friend kept me grounded, and far away from my past.
This was my new life.
And I was safe.
But then I was transferred to Miami where I began working
with Mitch Conklin, the site manager. He was sexy as sin, and irritating as
hell. He drove me crazy, but I couldn’t deny the chemistry. He was begging for
me to take his bait, and I wanted to…
Until he found me.
My heart raced…
My palms began to sweat…
And the air was stolen from my lungs.
This was my life.
And no one was safe
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EXCERPT:
I had been sitting in this diner for three hours, my gaze
fixated on the apartment building across the street.
“Do you need anything else, sugar?” the plump older woman
asked as she held a coffee pot in one hand and a cloth in the other.
“No, thank you,” I rasped without meeting her eyes. It was
12 am, and my heart raced faster with each passing moment.
I was waiting for the girl who’d stolen my heart. When she’d
left earlier, her caramel hair was curled, floating over her perfect breasts;
breasts that should have been covered up, but instead were on full display
under her black halter top.
Anger fueled me as I pictured her leaving her apartment. She
had looked confident and sexy, her head held high as though she were about to
take over the world. Thankfully, her midriff wasn’t showing tonight, but her
skirt was too short, revealing her toned thighs; thighs that needed to be
wrapped around my waist, the sky-high black heels digging into my back.
I shifted in my seat, my arousal trying to overpower my
anger. That was always my problem. I mixed the two together in a dangerous way.
It was why she no longer wanted me.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled my phone from my hoodie
pocket. The agony of not knowing where she was tortured me. I needed to
distract myself until she came home. I pulled up the most recent background
check on her, divulging nothing new since she’d moved out of her apartment a
month ago into a new one.
I should have followed her tonight, but I knew my emotions
would overtake me, blowing my cover. I wasn’t ready to swoon her back into my
life, not yet. I still had a few things to take care of; a few thing to make disappear.
She’d want me if I could provide for her. She’d want me again if she knew I got help.
She’d want me again once all those other assholes were out of her system.
I knew this was true because she never stayed with them, and
if it seemed like they were starting to stick, I reminded her I was still here
by sending her my love notes.
I pulled my hood down farther over my head, trying to count
to ten before I’d explode. Then I saw
her through the glass of the diner, smiling and giggling with her
roommate. My heart fluttered at the
sight of her happiness.
I used to make her
happy.
I could still make
her happy.
Only a few more things
needed to be done.
But then all those warm feelings turned to stone as I
watched the two douche bags walking behind Jamie and her roommate. The smiles
on their faces were ones I knew well. Their shirts were too tight, stretching
over their muscles They were about to get some—at least they thought they
were.. I glanced down at my arms; I
could stand to up my weight on the bench press again.
“Sure you don’t need anything else?” the waitress asked
again. Now she was hovering, which only irritated me more.
My breathing increased as the meatheads followed them
inside.
“Can I get another coffee, please? And a grilled cheese with
bacon,” I demanded, squeezing packets of sugar in between my palms.
***
A few more hours had gone by, and controlling my sanity was
getting harder and harder. What was she
doing with those men inside her apartment? Was she with one while her roommate
with the other? Maybe they were just playing cards, watching a movie?
Yeah, watching a movie.
The last time I’d watched a movie with Jamie our pants were around our ankles.
Just as I was about to storm out of the diner, activity
started to move in front of her apartment building.
It was Jamie, disheveled and wearing a tank top and little
shorts; her ass would hang out if she bent over far enough. And that meathead
was there, behind her, a smug grin plastered on his face.
I wanted to rip his jaw in half.
Standing from my seat, I paced the diner, my eyes glued to
the interactions I feared they’d begin to share.
Then it happened.
She stepped toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
His hands moved around her waist, reaching for her butt. I saw red when he
grabbed it as though it were his, and that little slut let him. In fact, by the
way she pressed into him, moving to kiss his lips, I’d say she enjoyed it.
I gripped my hair, willing myself not to do what my head was
telling me, but there was no use. Watching them say goodbye tore me apart,
fueling my rage for what I was about to do. She gently pushed him away, the one
good thing she’d done since that meathead was in her presence.
She closed the door with a satisfied grin on her face while
that fucker practically skipped down the steps.
He wouldn’t be skipping for long.
Follow him.
Make him pay.
Make him realize he
can never fucking touch her again.
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Author Bio:
Brooke Page is an independent author, wife, mother of two,
and romance novel junkie. She lives in Grand Rapids MI, where her Conklin’s
Trilogy is based. When she is not busy tending to her family you can find her
writing on her laptop at the local coffee shop or reading one of her many
favorite books. She loves to connect with her readers and discover new authors.
Amazon Author Page:
Conklin's Trilogy
Links:
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