NEW DARK ROMANCE by Heather C. Leigh
Meet Miri (Junkie) and Jagger (Boss) in the Broken Doll
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Junkie (Book One)
Jagger (Book Two) Releases
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Junkie
Book Summary
I'm a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore. I'll do anything to
get my next fix.
Anything.
Including walking right onto the property of Austin's most
ruthless and feared drug lord to beg for some H. I don't know his name, only
that people call him Boss. Oh, and that he won't think twice to put a bullet in
my head.
But like I said, I'll do anything to get my next fix. Even
if it costs me my life.
Or changes it forever.
Darra's Review:
We do like to give a little extra love to authors who are from or write about a Texas cities. Austin being one of everyone's favorite. Both of us do enjoy the intense suspense with a tad romance books. So this was right down our ally. Truly did enjoy Heather's writing. No sugar coating the lives people choose that bring you to your lowest.
As you can imagine from the title of the book, Miri is a junkie. And she will do anything to get her next fix. Even though it leads straight to Boss.
Shockingly he treats her differently than he has with other junkies. He try's to help her. A reminder of his lost sister. He is very dry, straight to the point. Will do awful things to stay at the top. It is a ruthless "business" he is in and does not want to show any weakness. Miri could become that for him.
As you can imagine, feelings begin to bloom. Not the love at first sight, make me sigh kind. A slow build up. It took me a while to see their chemistry. It was thrown out there. I really think that will grow more intense in the next book.
A cliffhanger ending. It leaves you wanting to know what will happen next.
I rate the book a 4.3 out of 5.
As you can imagine from the title of the book, Miri is a junkie. And she will do anything to get her next fix. Even though it leads straight to Boss.
Shockingly he treats her differently than he has with other junkies. He try's to help her. A reminder of his lost sister. He is very dry, straight to the point. Will do awful things to stay at the top. It is a ruthless "business" he is in and does not want to show any weakness. Miri could become that for him.
As you can imagine, feelings begin to bloom. Not the love at first sight, make me sigh kind. A slow build up. It took me a while to see their chemistry. It was thrown out there. I really think that will grow more intense in the next book.
A cliffhanger ending. It leaves you wanting to know what will happen next.
I rate the book a 4.3 out of 5.
Sunny's Review:
One of the reasons I wanted to read this book is it takes place in Austin and that is where I am from. I did like the way that Heather described the accents and the way that she correctly wrote out the accents. This might be a small thing to most people but it is a pet peeve of mine when people write southern accents incorrectly. Yes, I know I am weird.
I liked this book. It was a fairly quick read for me. I did take a couple of days to read it but that is because I am a little sheltered when it comes to drugs. I did put it down when it became too much. I liked Miri for the most part. She is a junkie and would literally do anything for a hit. She walked into Boss' house and begged for drugs so he decided to keep her. I liked Jag too. Again, I am surprised because I normally won't side with a drug dealer. Jag is a little crazy on a couple of different levels. I like that he knew something was different about Miri but it was not an insta-love situation in my opinion. I am hoping that I get to see more background on Jag in the next book. He did hint at some things but I would like more.
I am interested to see what is going to happen in the next book. I am giving this book 4.4 stars out of 5.
Excerpt #1
Boss gives Miri a hit
Despite
Miri’s disgusting appearance, her nasty addiction to heroin, and the fact that
her maybe-boyfriend had been stealing from me to feed her habit, I felt
responsible for her. It was my shit she got hooked on, and she just seemed…
frail and in need of someone to take care of her. It was almost as if she were
sent here as penance for my past failures to take care of my mom and sister.
Besides,
Miri intruded on my property. She knew where I lived. I couldn’t just toss her
out. It was highly unlikely, but she could call the cops and get them down here
with a warrant in the blink of an eye.
Better to
get her dosed up and calmed down before trying to talk.
“Jase,” I
barked.
One of my
men immediately appeared at my side. “Yes, Boss.”
“Bring me
the kit.”
With a
sharp nod, he left the room and reappeared in less than two minutes to hand me
a small zippered pouch. “Here you go, Boss.”
“All of you
leave,” I ordered as I began prepping the kit. One by one, I lined the items up
on the table, in the order I would need them. Everyone obeyed my command but
one.
“Boss,
come on…”
“Milo,
don’t push me any further tonight.” I turned to give my lieutenant a dark stare
that said don’t fuck with me. He
better not press his thoughts in front of a stranger.
Milo’s
lips pressed tight as he struggled to keep his mouth shut and follow my orders.
Nothing new from the big, strong-willed man. He was very opinionated at times.
Tense and agitated, Milo gave in and agreed. “Fine. I’m going home then, Boss.”
“See you
in the morning.” I dismissed Milo and returned my attentions to the sweaty,
gross, trembling girl in my kitchen.
Using an
alcohol pad, I wiped my hands to kill any germs. Then I picked up a tiny packet
of white powder, careful not to spill any, and poured it into a spoon designed
to lie on a flat surface without tilting. The rubber tourniquet was long
compared to Miri’s razor-thin arm. I knotted it around the tiny limb, holding
back a pained grimace at touching her filthy skin. When I glanced up to check
on her, I found Miri watching intently. I blinked and tore my gaze away from
those wide green eyes to search for a vein. There wasn’t a single usable one on
her scar-riddled arm.
“Shit,” I
muttered when an inspection of her other arm turned up the same.
“I-I use
my feet.” Miri’s voice was so soft I nearly missed her response.
Caught in
the sliver of emerald in those captivating eyes, it took me a minute to reply.
“All
right.” I removed the tourniquet, put it around a slender ankle, and placed her
left foot on the floor to get better blood flow to the extremity. A single
bluish vein stood out, surrounded by a half-dozen faded and fresh track marks.
“There it is.” I grabbed another alcohol pad and swabbed the area. Syringe in
hand, I uncapped a vial of sterile water and drew up a small amount, adding it
to the powered opiate in the spoon. Using a lighter, I cooked the drugs until
the mixture was reduced to a clear, bubbling liquid. As I waited for the
chemicals to cool, Miri became frantic.
“I-It’s
okay. I c-can take it hot. Really. I-I don’t mind. Please…”
“No.” I
shook my head. “It’s not safe. You could blow a vein or worse.”
“I don’t
care! Give it to me.” She started to struggle in the chair, in danger of
tipping it over again.
Fed the
fuck up with today’s events and bullshit in general, I caught her chin between
my thumb and forefingers and pinched hard enough to hold her still.
“Stop this
immediately or you’ll get nothing. Listen carefully, because I’m only going to
say it once. I’m never, ever
hospitable to intruders, so you should consider yourself lucky to still be
breathing right now and not being driven to a remote location where no one will
ever find your body.”
Those dull
eyes widened with fear and her lip trembled. “Okay, okay. I’m g-good. I’ll be
good. I’m s-sorry.”
I ripped
open another alcohol swab and wiped off my fingers. Filthy junkie. Once the mixture was cool, I drew it up into the
syringe using a filtered needle and made sure the air was out.
“Ready?”
I’m not sure why I bothered—I knew the answer before the question was asked.
“Yes,
please, please, please.” Miri vibrated with anticipation.
Despite
the fact I grew up around drugs, despised drug use, watched my family implode
from drug addiction and never once allowed anyone to get high in my house or
permitted drug use among my employees, I went against everything I believed
personally and stuck the needle into the vein on Miri’s foot. I pulled back to
watch as dark red blood entered the syringe. With visual confirmation I hit a
vein, I removed the tourniquet and slowly injected the opiate into her system
until the syringe was empty. Working efficiently, I cleaned up the kit, put the
used items in a container for the staff to dispose of, and washed my hands at
the sink.
Then I sat
down and waited.
Excerpt #2
Boss forces Miri in the shower to
get clean
Fighting
the intense, gut-clenching fear, I tightened my grip, using his strong muscles
to keep me upright as he washed my feet. The cloth skimmed up my legs one at a
time, his hands scrubbing over and over as the foam rinsed away days of dirt
and grime. The boss skipped my clothed midsection, straightened to his full
height, and repeated the process with my arms, spending extra time on my
dirt-caked hands and nails, and the track marks on my arms, only moving on when
my skin glowed pink.
Next, he
lifted my long red hair off my neck and slid the cloth across the top of my
back and shoulders, then around the front to wash the exposed part of my chest
where my tank top dipped low. I glanced down as his enormous, bruised and
scabbed hands worked over my skin, only then realizing my white tank was
completely transparent and I wasn’t wearing a bra. Instinctively, my hands flew
up to cover my breasts. He chuckled, a smooth, deep sound so seductive it could
easily charm a roomful of people and melt every pair of panties in a five-mile
radius.
“A little
too late for that, doll. Seein’ as I’ve already got a good look at everything.”
Something
about his cocky drawl, the crooked smirk on his face, and that single raised
eyebrow felt like a challenge. My courage, boosted by the decadent lull of my
best friend, heroin, had me meeting his gaze head-on. Determined to show the
boss I wasn’t a cowering scaredy-cat, I fingered the hem, tugged the wet tank
over my head, and tossed it to the floor with a loud splat. The man’s eyes widened, which only fueled my desire to make
him eat his stupid words. Still staring directly into those sapphire eyes, I
stuck my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and shoved them down, stepped
out, and kicked them aside. Completely naked, I stood my ground and raised my
own brow in return, hands on my hips.
Our eyes
were locked a few more seconds before he threw his head back and burst out
laughing. The action made him look years younger than I originally believed.
“You are somethin’ else, you know that, doll?”
Instead of
answering, I snatched the soapy washcloth from his hand and quickly finished
washing my newly exposed skin.
“Here.”
Jerk.
The boss
scrambled to catch the cloth I whipped at his chest before turning to storm out
of the shower. I yelped when he grabbed me by the arm and yanked me toward him.
The blazing heat of his chest was pressed against the bare skin of my back and
I trembled from head to toe. The boss held tight and lowered his mouth to my
ear.
“First,
don’t ever fucking throw shit at me again.” Chills broke out across my skin at
his angry threat. “You will not
disrespect me in my own house, especially after I fucking took you in instead
of killing you the second you set foot on my property. Got it?” When I didn’t
answer, he squeezed my upper arms until I whimpered.
“Y-yes. I
get it.” I struggled to keep from screaming out of pure terror. What was I
thinking? Mouthing off to a drug lord while naked in his shower and a house
full of his goons one floor below. I couldn’t possibly be more vulnerable.
After
digging his fingers in for another long moment to prove he was in charge, the
boss released me and spun me around as he picked up another bottle. “Your hair
is fucking disgusting. It needs to be washed.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste
and once more, shame flooded me with heat. This man had a way of making me feel
as though I was less than human. He held out the bottle, shaking it in my face.
“Either you do it, or I do, doll. But you’re not getting out of here until
you’ve cleaned the junkie stench off.”
The backs
of my eyes stung and my face caught fire. I couldn’t look at him as I took the
bottle and poured some shampoo into a shaky hand. He washed himself quickly
then stood with his arms crossed over his wide chest as I lathered my hair and
rinsed off under the spray.
“Again,”
he demanded. I bit my lip to keep from telling him to fuck off and did as I was
told.
When the
last suds swirled down the drain, the boss was silent as he reached around me
and cut off the water. He carefully folded the washcloth, laid it on the edge
of the sink, and stepped out of the shower enclosure. He handed me a towel, and
picked one up for himself. I tried not to watch as he rubbed the fluffy white
cloth over all of those tan muscles, but it was futile. Staring, I was
mesmerized by the sight as the boss wrapped the towel around his waist and
shucked his wet briefs from underneath. I gulped, knowing he was now naked
beneath the soft terrycloth, a mere foot away.
When the
silence became uncomfortable, I clutched my own towel to my chest, dug up what
little courage I had left, and turned to face him with a huff. “We showered
together and I don’t even know your name.”
He quirked
that damn eyebrow again and smiled, white teeth gleaming in the middle of his
dark designer stubble. If I didn’t know he was a widely feared drug lord and a
pushy, high-handed, scary motherfucker, I’d find his expression almost
charming.
“Boss.”
“I know
you’re The Boss, I want to know your
name.”
“My name is Boss,” he repeated. “Or Boss Man.
Either one works.” As if he didn’t have a care in the world, as if forcing
unwilling women into a shower were an everyday occurrence, he shrugged and
brushed a hand through his wet hair.
I rolled
my eyes. “Fine, don’t tell me.” This guy was so damn frustrating. He shot me up
with H, dumped me in the shower, humiliated me, washed me, but wouldn’t tell me
his name. Whatever. I turned my back
to him.
Big mistake.
Two large
hands wrapped around my shoulders, and I was jerked back against his body once
more. Both of us were currently clad only in towels, his slung low around his
waist and mine tucked under my armpits. There wasn’t as much skin-on-skin
contact as in the shower, but this felt much more intimate. Slowly, Boss spun
me around to face him, and I had to muffle a frightened cry. His blue eyes were
narrowed to slits, nostrils flaring. The transformation from playful to furious
was immediate and absolutely terrifying. For the first time since I’d showed up
on his lawn, I was truly, without a doubt, scared shitless.
This man, the one in front of me—so different from the man
who laughed in the shower—is what I expected from the drug lord I heard rumors
about. Horrible rumors of unspeakable acts of violence. A ruthless man to be
respected and feared.
Boss
pressed the length of his half-naked body against me, and growled, teeth
glinting behind curled lips. “That’s the second time you turned your back on me
after mouthing off. I’m only going to say this once more, Miri, so listen
carefully.” He lowered his head and his breath ghosted across my neck. I
shuddered and a whimper escaped my throat, the result of a horrifying
combination of lust and fear. “You are my
guest. You snuck onto my property and
you’re goddamn lucky I didn’t let Milo shoot you on sight. No, I saved you, took your ass in, gave you
your fucking heroin, and washed a couple weeks’ worth of filth and scum off of
you using my very expensive body wash that, incidentally, I never share with
anyone. I expect you to be grateful for my hospitality and treat me with some
goddamn motherfucking respect, got it?” His hands tightened around my arms
incrementally as he spoke. His message was quite clear as his touch became more
and more painful. I knew his thick fingers would leave bruises on my pale,
fragile skin.
Legs
shaking, I nearly pissed myself when faced with the lethal side of this man.
“I want to
hear you say you understand, Miri.” Boss let go and stepped back until his eyes
bored holes into me from beneath heavy brows.
Filled
with terror, my heart pounded and my breath caught in my lungs, rendering me
speechless. His eyes narrowed, not happy with my silence. Somehow, I managed to
choke out two words.
“I-I
understand.”
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Meet Heather C. Leigh
Heather C. Leigh is the author of the
Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to write about the 'dark' side of
fame. The part that the public doesn't get to see, how difficult it is to live
in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New
England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and
French Bulldog, Shelby.
She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and
anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it's not real
chocolate so it doesn't count) and has left explicit instructions in her will
to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while
her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.
My favorite authors are Dan Wells, Ken
Follett, and Stephen King.
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