Release Blitz for Mountain Darkness by Vanessa Vale
the wild mountain men of Cutthroat, Montana!
between us, she left town, bolted like a horse from a barn on fire. A year
later, she’s back and she’s going to be ours. To have, to hold and to f-ing
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This book absolutely surprised the heck out of me! I’ve read a lot of books by this author, so I’m used to her brand of steamy, dirty romance. But this story started off with a bang, and ended with an even bigger bang! It wasn’t exactly a cliff hanger, because the characters got their HEA, but there is a mystery, that didn’t end like I expected, and I’m thinking it will probably be carried over into the next book in the series. I CAN’T WAIT!
If Kit didn’t have bad luck, she wouldn’t have any luck at all. She grew up with a mother that was immersed in a world of mental illness, and practically raised herself. This led to her being looked down on in the small town she grew up in. It was a dreadful way for a young girl to grow up, and I think led to her feelings of inadequacy and not being good enough. She loves Donovan and Nix, but something drives her away. When she comes back for a job opportunity, she doesn’t let them know. Until tragedy throws her in their path. And boy, they really don’t let grass grow under their feet! They know what they want, and do everything in their power to get it!
This book was a typical VV romance. Hot men, hotter chemistry, and explosive connections! But there is this added feeling of uncertainty, of danger, that really gives this book a little extra something, that pushes it from a good book, to a great book! Definitely one of my favorites by this author!
not even coming up to my shoulders. Yet she had curves. Lots of them. Even in
the drab sweatpants and white t-shirt two sizes too large—which didn’t hide the
fact she wasn’t wearing a bra—she was perfect. From her hot pink toenails to
her wild hair and every soft inch in between. And it was those soft inches I’d
fantasized as I rubbed one out. For years.
it was what I could see in them, the honesty, the truth behind her words. She’d
wanted us, but somehow, in some fucked up way, got the idea Nix and I were into
each other and not her.
my hands and kissing her. This wasn’t a sisterly fucking peck. Oh no. I
devoured her, swallowed her gasp, claimed that hot, sweet mouth as mine. There
was no fucking way she’d think we were gay now.
lifted my head, stepped back, watched Kit sway. Her eyes were closed, her lips
red and glistening. Nix nudged me out of the way and kissed her next. Seeing my
best friend with Kit didn’t make me jealous. It made me hard. My dick could
pound nails. She’d been ours for so long and now we could finally prove it.
was beyond sexually frustrated. I was just frustrated. A
misunderstanding of fucking epic proportions had driven Kit to a different
fucking state. Even worse, she’d been back in Cutthroat for five weeks. Five.
Fucking. Weeks. Neither Nix or I had known. More time lost.
suspect because she had no alibi. She’d been covered in Erin’s blood. Her DNA
was all over the body. Nix had shared this much with me, but I didn’t need the
details to know she was innocent. What would be her motive? Money? Did Kit want
Erin dead to take over the business for herself? Had Erin made her a
beneficiary in her will? Life insurance? Erin had been twenty-five, not
seventy-five. If there had been a blip on any of these questions, no doubt my
office would have heard by now and put Kit behind bars.
boss, who no doubt played golf with Keith Mills. As prosecutor, it was my job
to see the murderer put behind bars. Using evidence. Motive. Means. It was
Nix’s job to find all that, mine to make a jury believe it without a shadow of
investigation? Not a smart move. Ever since my mom had been hit and killed by a
drunk driver—ever since the guy had gotten off with a slap on the wrist and a
few points on his license—I’d made it my mission to see bad guys get the
justice they deserved. Everything I’d done since then had been to see that
happen. It wouldn’t bring my mom back, but it might give others the peace of
mind, the ability to sleep at night, that I didn’t get.
getting myself in deep with Kit Lancaster. Since he was mayor, he was probably
tugging at his shirt collar worrying that a killer in Cutthroat wouldn’t be
found. That wouldn’t sit right with the voters. Oh, he loved having a son in
the DA’s office—to him our two jobs were like peanut butter and jelly for
keeping the town safe—but not one who fucked the prime suspect.
if she were on trial, being with her would be a disaster, not only for the
case, but for my job. The defense team would cite anything from conflict of
interest to tampering with the defendant. The case would be thrown out. I’d be fired.
Hell, I’d probably be disbarred.
lay. Fuck, no. This was Kit Lancaster. I was marrying this woman. She wasn’t a
murderer. She was mine. Ours.
was no conflict of interest. Nix would prove she wasn’t involved, that she was
innocent. That would come. Tonight? I was going to make sure Kit did. On my
cock. On my tongue. All night long.
tossed her over his shoulder. Fuck, yes.
sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance
series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don’t
just fall in love, they fall hard. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the
insanity of raising two teenage boys and figuring out how many meals she can
make with a pressure cooker. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her
kids, she loves to interact with readers.