Also in this series: Poison Kisses: Part 2 Also by this author: Hard Rules (Dirty Money, #1) Poison Kisses: Part 1 by Lisa Renee Jones
Series: Poison Kisses, #1
Published by St Martin's Press on February 6, 2018
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Amanda Skye made me want her. She made me trust her. She made me love her. Then she betrayed me. And now, a madman brings us together again and before our battle with him is over, I will make sure that she never forgets my name: Seth Cage. The Fixer for The Brandon Family Empire, but to a covert CIA operation, I will always be The Assassin. And to Amanda, I will be the man who made her moan, sigh, and beg. And I will make her beg.
Just to be clear, this has always been designed to be a series with cliffhangers but the release dates are only one week apart. If you are someone who wants to wait until the end, there is no need. They are so close to each other.
This series can be read as a standalone but if you’ve read the Dirty Money Series, you will know Seth from those books as Shane’s right hand man. And let me tell you. From the moment I was introduced to Seth, I was hooked. He was mysterious yet powerful and commanding during that series. I must have been living under a rock not to make the connection that this is the same Seth in the Poison Kisses Series but I’m going to chalk that up to the fact that I sign up for Lisa’s work regardless and have been know not to read the blurb beforehand.
Poison Kisses Part 1 starts in present day where Seth is asked to complete a job for the CIA that brings him back into the world of his former love from three years ago. We get glimpses into what happened back then and why these two now both love and hate each other. I was left constantly begging for more information and what caused their past to end the way it did. And just when I thought I was going to get some answers, I get that cliffy. To be clear, I knew it was coming and I actually love cliff hangers. So I’m extremely happy where it left off. I was intrigued and left wanting more. Exactly how I should be feeling.
If you are looking for a possible second chance romance (still too early to decide but looking good) that will leave you craving for more and teetering along that love/hate line along with the main characters, then this is the book/series for you. I love a good story when the couple don’t know whether to love each other or kill each other. I can’t wait to see what is in store for Seth and Amanda!
Title: Poison Kisses Part Two
Release Date: February 13, 2018
I loved her. She left me. She betrayed me but now it’s time to open the closed doors. I’ll tell her my secret if she tells me hers. Our history, is more than lies. It’s our story, and I will do whatever it takes to reveal it all. I’m the Assassin, She’s The Poison Princess. We’re going to kill the bad guys, but we’re still deciding if we’re enemies. The one thing for certain, is we’re both going to strip down and get bare.
Title: Poison Kisses Part Three
Release Date: February 20, 2018
Those you love, know how to hurt you. Those you love, know what to hide, because they know what is unforgivable to you. Now that I know what Seth hid from me, I want the secret to be the lie. I don’t want to kill him. I don’t want to leave him. I guess that’s why they say there is a fine line between love and hate. I love and hate that man with such passion, that it damn near hurts. But now, as we face down our shared enemies, as we are lead right back to an explosive discovery about my family, and to the night Seth and I parted ways, we will both be exposed in every way. And it’s time for me to decide if I plan to love Seth Cage for the rest of my life, or kill him, before he kills me.
“I hate you, Seth Cage,” she proclaims in what I know to be an out-of-character emotional outburst that tells me I’ve rattled her.
And earns her my cool reply. “There’s a fine line between love and hate, sweetheart,” I say, but I don’t want her to hate me and it pisses me off. What is it about this woman that makes her my weakness? “I wonder if I missed the taste of poison on your lips, or did I just choose to ignore it?” And I need to know that answer. I close my mouth down on hers, my tongue sliding into her mouth, rough, angry, but she doesn’t respond. She doesn’t even touch me, and I won’t allow her that win. I fold her against me, cupping the back of her head, my tongue licking against hers until she finally fucking moans, and responds.
And damn it, she still tastes just as good as she did, just as right when she’s wrong, but at least I know now. Everything right about this woman will always be wrong, including the moment she bites my lips, drawing blood. “I still hate you,” she hisses.
Wiping my lip, I’m wildly aroused by what just happened, which proves how fucked in the head this woman makes me. And while I’m certain we’d both be more than comfortable with the idea of me pulling her skirt up and fucking her right now, and letting her think she’s manipulating me again, that has to wait until I have her someplace to myself. I release her, snatching up her gun and shoving it under my jacket, inside my holster. “Meet me at the south exit. If you aren’t there, I’ll kill you and then move on to Plan B and kill Franklin. And yes. This is a test. Pass it or you’ll be in my bed, in handcuffs for the rest of your life.”
“You said you’d kill me.”
“After I cuff you to my bed.”
I move to the door and exit into the staff hallway, and then the main school hallway, the scent of her, sweet jasmine, clinging to my skin. Damn it, I used to love that smell.
I’m halfway to the exit when suddenly she’s beside me. “As I know you know from whatever file they gave you on me,” she says without looking at me, “I watched people die because of that man in China seven years ago when he set off poison gas in the subway. I’m not sitting back while he does it again.”
I don’t reply. I just keep walking, but now she’s by my side again, as she was for three solid months, three years ago. Her words and actions are reminding me of what I’d found so damn appealing about this woman: her conviction and her moral compass that were greater than mine, that made her too good for me, and yet, made me want her all the more. Only, it was an act, a façade maintained even now and well. She’s an enemy in an uncomfortable alliance. I don’t believe a word she has said.
We reach the exit and I pause with her directly to my right, my eyes capturing hers. “You’re with me now and no one gets to take you from me. And I’m the only one who gets to kill you.”
“You’re so damn romantic,” she says. “No wonder I missed you.”
“You missed me, sweetheart?”
“That wasn’t literal.”
My lips curve. “And yet you kissed me like you missed me.”