This is a wild and sexy romp through South America in true Jianne Carlo style. I was sucked into this story from the first page-I downloaded it for review at about 10:00P.M., and before I knew it, I had reached the end, and it was almost dawn!
Demon and Jacinta were truly meant for each other. Demon would’ve scared the spit out of anyone else, but Jacinta trusted him from the moment they met. Jacinta knocked Demon’s orderly world for a loop.
I laughed, I cried and I was pleasantly surprised at the twists at the end. Demon was right all along about Sister Helen not being an ordinary nun.
“You speak English flawlessly.” With a hint of an Irish accent. Intriguing.
“Gracias. Languages are easy. Not like the physics.”
What a piss-assed conversation to be having in the middle of the ocean with a woman he’d just rescued from certain gang rape, being shot, and who knew what else. A curvy, luscious female whose virginity he’d just taken in front of four armed men. Talk about the best laid plans backfiring, Demon’s carefully plotted schemeto capture the man who abused him, Pedro Nunez aka The Smiling Killer, was not off to a good start.
“What’s your name?”\“Jacinta Nunez.”
Jacinta claims to have lived her whole life in a cloistered convent. Claims she’s an orphan. Claims she’s only lived in the outside world for fifty-seven days. Yet she’s the mirror image of Pedro’s sister, Rosa.
The sister Pedro murdered fifty-seven days ago.
There are no coincidences in life. Not for a SEAL.
Is Jacinta Pedro’s ultimate revenge on Demon?