Total Surrender
by Rebecca Zanetti
Book 4, Sin Brother’s series.
A fight he must win...
Piper Oliver knows she can't trust him. They warned her that
the tall, dark, and sexy black-ops soldier Jory Dean would try to win her over
with his steel-gray eyes and deadly charm, but she won't be conned by this man
they call a traitor. All she has to do is figure out the science necessary to
save his life, and she's done. Something isn't adding up, though, and she won't
rest until she uncovers the truth-even if it's buried in his deep, dangerous
kiss.
A passion she can't resist...
Jory will do anything to reunite with and save his
brothers-even kidnap the gorgeous woman who's working to deactivate the deadly
chip in their spines. But the forces determined to destroy his family won't let
them go so easily. Keeping Piper alive is more than he bargained for-and so is
his burning desire for her. But with every second bringing him closer to
certain death, can he afford to lose himself in her hot and willing embrace?
Jory Dean
Piper Oliver
Wow, it’s been a wild ride.
What started as a double take on a hot-man cover (I may not judge a book
by it’s cover, but an attractive cover can catch my attention!), ended up being
a suspenseful journey. Total Surrender rockets out of the
starting block. With a countdown clock
in the background, Jory must find a way to deactivate the chips embedded into
their spinal cords. These chips are designed
to ignite an explosive if the correct codes are not inputted at a specified
time. That time is rapidly approaching
for the Dean brothers.
Having read Nate, Matt, Shane’s stories, it’s Jory’s
turn. Jory is the youngest brother, and
thought dead. The brothers were given
video of Jory’s murder, except they refused to believe it. Jory was shot and was in a coma for two
years. He is now awake and being held in
a facility by the brothers’ old nemesis, the “Colonel” and Dr. Madison. He needs to escape and find those codes to
shut down the chips and he is not above using any means necessary to do so,
including manipulating the computer expert hired by the Colonel to access
Jory’s damaged chip.
Piper Oliver recently joined the organization hoping to
learn more about her father, the Colonel.
She’s a whiz-bang computer hacker and needs to bring Jory’s chip back
on-line. Their attraction is immediate,
she helps him escape, and he helps her out from under the Colonel’s
manipulations. I’m not going to complain
(again) about the insta-love because in this case, it makes sense. With the deadline looming over all the
brothers, it’s as if they must live life in a concentrated measure. So, yeah, they do make that commitment swiftly
and deeply. It works.
There are escapes, explosions, and exclamations (in and out
of bed). We are introduced to several
new characters and there are a few plot points that could be developed into a
spin off series. (One can only hope).
Rebecca Zanetti makes the most of this final story. The conclusion is sweet and virtually everything
you want in a happily ever after.
This is not a standalone.
If you are fan of these series, this is a satisfying ending to a high-octane
series.
Thank you to Forever
(Grand Central Publishing), the author and Netgalley for the opportunity to
read this book in exchange for an honest review.
A young mother with two toddlers hustled toward the entrance, their heads ducked to avoid the wind. Piper sucked in air.
If she screamed, they were screwed.
Jory pivoted and put her against the wall, covering her mouth with his before she could let out a sound.
Warmth and woman. An electric shock flared his entire nervous system alive. Soft and sweet, she breathed in as he pressed against her. He’d meant to subdue her, to throw her off balance, but shock ricocheted through him.
Need compelled him. He shot both hands into her hair, tilting her head so he could go deeper. So fucking deep he could get lost.
The second he tasted her, all cinnamon and woman, hunger slaked him. Devastating in its intensity, a demand he couldn’t deny. Her smooth, velvety lips softened under his, and for once, he lost himself.
Strands of her silky hair caressed his hands as he held her jaw, nearly lifting her up to meet his mouth. There was nothing but getting . . . more.
She stilled against him, her mouth parting. He swept his tongue against hers, taking in a primitive claim too powerful to deny.
Her gasp mingled with his low groan. She pressed harder against him, her mouth curving under his, and he forgot . . .everything. Who he was, where they were, the fire and danger. Only the woman against him, warm and willing, sweet and sexy, filled his mind.
He clasped her tight, forgetting any gentleness. Any seduction, any mission. Only this woman and this moment mattered. Letting go of himself, he allowed the creature inside, the one so rarely let loose, to take over. To push deep, to demand more. To take.
And give everything.
His mouth overtook hers, memorizing every groove, every small nuance. His free hand gripped her butt, hauling her up against his steel-hard erection. Heat from her core nearly dropped him to his knees. Pain and sparking pleasure flared along his skin, and he deepened the kiss, tightening his hold.
He needed to get inside her. Now.
A siren trilled on the lower street, and he jerked his head free.
Danger.
She blinked, her eyes the green of a rain-filled meadow. Desire burned there, hot and bright. Somehow sweet.
Possessiveness gripped him with a chokehold. One kiss. One kiss and she’d changed him. He had to get her out of the parking lot before guns fired again.
That quickly, realization crossed her face. Then shock, as she tried to take a step back. Her hands rose and shoved against his chest.
Denial gripped him to be quickly quashed with cold, hard training. So he grabbed her wrists and hauled her closer, his face lowering to hers. He wiped away any expression and shoved down all emotion. “Those men don’t care who they shoot. They’re scrambling and might kill you—or innocent bystanders.” He spoke low, commanding.
She blinked, her mouth opening but no sound coming out.
“If you fight me, they’ll find us, and they might shoot. Collateral damage doesn’t mean a thing to them.”
She shook her head and looked around.
He pulled her closer and lowered his voice to pure, no‑bullshit command. “We’re getting in that four-door Jeep, and we’re leaving here quietly. Your only choice is alert or unconscious? Decide now.” He let conviction ring in his tone. If he believed he could knock her out, then she’d believe it, too.
No fucking way could he knock her out. Scaring her held little appeal, but he didn’t have a choice if they were to both live through the night.
She quickly nodded. Gulping air, she relaxed her body as two teenagers giggled while walking by.
He knew full well she agreed to keep bystanders safe and not because the kiss had changed anything for her. She had no reason to trust him, and she’d never really know him. Why that pierced his chest with the cleanness of a sharpened dagger, he’d figure out later. For now, they had to run.
New York Times bestselling author Rebecca Zanetti has worked
as an art curator, Senate aide, lawyer, college professor, and a hearing
examiner - only to culminate it all in stories about Alpha males and the women
who claim them. She is a member of RWA, has won awards for her works throughout
the industry, and has a journalism degree with a poly sci emphasis from
Pepperdine University as well as a Juris Doctorate from the University of
Idaho.
Growing up amid the glorious backdrops and winter
wonderlands of the Pacific Northwest has given Rebecca fantastic scenery and
adventures to weave into her stories. She resides in the wild north with her
husband, children, and extended family who inspire her every day-or at the very
least give her plenty of characters to write about.
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