I think I love you. Now kill me.
What do you do when the woman you've fallen in love with makes the most impossible demand? Comply and you've lost her forever. Refuse and you've lost her all the same...
I don't do relationships. I don't fall.
I've never needed to.
I'm the bad guy, the one with the reputation. A London gangster, now living it up on Spain's Costa del Crime. Bad men like me have always attracted good women - and bad ones, too. Sometimes it's hard to tell, and I've yet to make my mind up about her.
Imelda.
She had Trouble written all over her from the start. That, and one of the Costa's most feared crimelords watching her every move.
The sensible thing would have been to turn away, leave them to it. Do anything but allow myself to fall for her.
But who am I trying to kid? From that very first encounter we'd gone way beyond sensible.
Hit Me: A steamy, edge-of-the-seat romantic suspense thriller from the author of Trust and Black Widow.
Genre: FICTION / CrimeIn my line of business eye contact is everything.
You have to be able to read people. Know what they’re thinking – sometimes before even they know what they’re thinking.
It’s all in the eyes.
You’re in a club, leaning casually on the bar.
There’s the watchful one standing not too close. Fleeting eye contact and then looking away. Assessing you but not wanting you to know that’s what he’s doing.
There’s the one who does stand too close, who makes too much eye contact. The one who sees your shaven head, your tatts, your muscles acquired from a life in the gym and maybe a few too many steroids, and sees you as a challenge, an affront to his manhood.
There’s the one who tries to slip into the club unobserved, wearing a jacket when this Spanish sun on the Costa del Crime is way too hot for that much leather... It’s in the eyes again: eyelids peeled back from dilated pupils, the blinking, the twitch – the staring coke-eyes of someone out of his depth but who’s in here now and has to do something with that piece of kit tucked inside his jacket.
Those speed- and coke-eyes – whether it’s a hitman or a twitchy punk off the street, they’re always trouble, always likely to over-react, to snap.
You have to be able to read them all. Spot the signs. React first.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Victor Hugo Lessa Pessoa
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Jessica Muñoz Ledo
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