Book Title: Perfect Ruin (Unyielding Book Two)
Author: Nashoda Rose
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: December 14, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Cover design by Louisa LM Creations here is the link http://lmbookcreations.wix.com/lm-creations
Photo by Christopher CJC Photography Link: http://www.cjc-photography.com/
Model: Assad Shalhoub
I knew EXACTLY what I wanted for this cover and the only way to get it was a custom photo shoot.
I was fortunate to find Christopher John at CJC Photography, who organized the shoot with the amazing model Assad and WOW did they deliver. The photo was to capture a scene in the book that I love. A huge thank you to Christopher and Assad for bringing my vision to life. And to the talented Louisa at LM Creations for the outstanding cover.
The New York Times Best Selling author Nashoda Rose is back with the much anticipated story of Kai and London in the Unyielding series.
Outwardly, I’m a perfect gentleman.
Until my target sees my knife.
I fear nothing, not even death.
In my world, death is considered a privilege.
But my life comes with unbreakable cruel strings and
when I met her, I should’ve walked away.
I was too selfish.
And that sealed her fate.
Because one week with me led her into the hands of ruin.
What makes us vulnerable or strong.
What we fear and what excites us.
But peel back those layers and you’re left naked and exposed.
They did that to me.
Each piece was slowly stripped away then burned.
I merely existed.
But there was one layer they overlooked.
The most important of them all—the tie to one man.
The man responsible for me being this way.
The man who found me.
And the killer who would do anything to protect me.
Perfect Ruin is the dark erotic story of Kai and London.
And the continuing story of Vault.
Must be read in order:
Perfect Chaos (Unyielding, #1) Deck and Georgie
Perfect Ruin (Unyielding, #2) Kai and London
Perfect Rage (Unyielding, #3) Connor’s story
KaiI’d slit men’s throats who had families. I’d destroyed lives. I’d been groomed to ruin and not care how I did it as long as the job was done.
But what Mother didn’t know or understand was you never stole or harmed the girl belonging to a cold ruthless killer.
Flecks of who they made me into had begun to chip away the day I’d met London and what leached inside me was a slow acting poison. One that ate the numbness,brought in the light when all I’d seen was dark.
I leaned closer to her, my hand on the back of her neck as I whispered in her ear, “Maybe I am like my father. Because I’m a man who will do anything for the woman I want.” She tensed and the creases around her mouth accentuated as she frowned. “I wish I had more time to do this justice.”
I had my hand out of my pocket and the piano wire around her throat before she had the chance to take a final breath.
She looked like a fish out of water, flailing against me as she struggled to breathe. I held the wire tight, no mercy, no feeling toward what I was doing. Her fingernails ripped her own fragile skin as she tried to loosen the wire.
Her legs gave out.
Her wild horrified eyes went dead.
Her body fell limp.
I dropped her to the floor and put the wire back in my pocket. Then I crouched down beside her lifeless body. “London is mine and you fucked with that. Vault is going to pay for what it’s done.”
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