Ultra wealthy and super powerful, the King family is like royalty
in Texas. But who will keep the throne? New York Times bestselling
author Katee Robert introduces a red-hot new series.
in Texas. But who will keep the throne? New York Times bestselling
author Katee Robert introduces a red-hot new series.
get a sneak peek excerpt and enter the giveaway for one of ten (10) print copies of THE LAST KING!
Title: The Last King
Author: Katee Robert
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 3, 2018
Publisher: Forever
Series: The Kings
Page Count: 336 pages
Format: Digital
ASIN: B074M69QLF
ISBN: 978-1455597109
THE MAN SHE HATES TO LOVE
Beckett King just inherited his father's fortune, his company-and all his enemies. If he's going to stay
on top, he needs someone he can trust beside him. And though they've been rivals for years, there's no
one he trusts more than Samara Mallick.
one he trusts more than Samara Mallick.
The rebel. That's how Samara has always thought of Beckett. And he's absolutely living up to his
unpredictable ways when he strides into her office and asks for help. She can't help wondering if it's a l
egit request or just a ploy to get her into bed. Not that she'd mind either one. After all, she likes to live
on the edge too.
unpredictable ways when he strides into her office and asks for help. She can't help wondering if it's a l
egit request or just a ploy to get her into bed. Not that she'd mind either one. After all, she likes to live
on the edge too.
But soon the threats to the King empire are mounting, and the two find family secrets darker than
they ever imagined and dangerous enough to get them both killed.
they ever imagined and dangerous enough to get them both killed.
“Top Pick! Beckett and Samara are a fantastic, modern couple. They clash in the boardroom and the
bedroom, are total equals, and their bring-it-on spirit makes every interaction lively and exciting —
whether clothes are on or off. ... The heart of this romance is the development of trust between Beckett
and Samara, and Robert expertly unfolds it, revealing the emotional connection on both sides under t
he flash and fire of their irresistible chemistry. 4 1/2 stars.”—RT Book Reviews
bedroom, are total equals, and their bring-it-on spirit makes every interaction lively and exciting —
whether clothes are on or off. ... The heart of this romance is the development of trust between Beckett
and Samara, and Robert expertly unfolds it, revealing the emotional connection on both sides under t
he flash and fire of their irresistible chemistry. 4 1/2 stars.”—RT Book Reviews
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The Last King Excerpt
Copyright © 2018 Katee Robert
What were you thinking about just then?” His gaze fell to her mouth. “Never mind. You don’t
have to tell me. It’s written all over your face.”
have to tell me. It’s written all over your face.”
She licked her lips as he stepped closer, as he backed her against the wall and bracketed her in
with his hands on either side of her head. He felt bigger in this position, as if his shoulders
could block out the very sun. You have to get him to back off. You’re too close. She leaned
against the wall, the move arching her back just a little. Beckett’s gaze dropped to where her
breasts pressed against her blouse, and he dragged in an unsteady breath. As if he was using
every ounce of willpower not to touch her. He dragged his eyes up to meet hers. “You were
thinking about that night.”
with his hands on either side of her head. He felt bigger in this position, as if his shoulders
could block out the very sun. You have to get him to back off. You’re too close. She leaned
against the wall, the move arching her back just a little. Beckett’s gaze dropped to where her
breasts pressed against her blouse, and he dragged in an unsteady breath. As if he was using
every ounce of willpower not to touch her. He dragged his eyes up to meet hers. “You were
thinking about that night.”
She could deny it, but it would be pointless. “Yeah.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, he moved one hand to sift his fingers through her hair. When she didn’t
immediately answer, he leaned closer yet. “I think about it, too.” He trailed his fingers through
her hair until he reached her shoulder and his thumb dipped beneath the fabric of her shirt.
“All the fucking time.” He dropped his hand farther, the tips of his fingers tracing over her
breast in a touch so light she was half sure she imagined it.
immediately answer, he leaned closer yet. “I think about it, too.” He trailed his fingers through
her hair until he reached her shoulder and his thumb dipped beneath the fabric of her shirt.
“All the fucking time.” He dropped his hand farther, the tips of his fingers tracing over her
breast in a touch so light she was half sure she imagined it.
Might have convinced herself she imagined it if her entire body wasn’t tuned to his in that
moment.
moment.
Touch me.
As if reading her thoughts, he shifted closer, his leg sliding between hers. The move forced her
skirt up as she spread her legs to accommodate his thigh. Higher and higher until he was firmly
pressed against her clit. It throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and it was everything she could
do not to rub on his thigh like a mindless version of herself.
skirt up as she spread her legs to accommodate his thigh. Higher and higher until he was firmly
pressed against her clit. It throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and it was everything she could
do not to rub on his thigh like a mindless version of herself.
She felt mindless. Samara gave up her determination not to touch him. She couldn’t wrap her
legs around his waist because of her damn skirt, but she ran her hands up his chest. “We can’t.”
legs around his waist because of her damn skirt, but she ran her hands up his chest. “We can’t.”
“I know.” But he didn’t stop. He slid his hands down to her ass, urging her to grind against his
thigh. Slowly, so incredibly slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He dragged his mouth
over her collarbone, the faint rasp of whiskers drawing a whimper from her lips.
thigh. Slowly, so incredibly slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He dragged his mouth
over her collarbone, the faint rasp of whiskers drawing a whimper from her lips.
Samara dug her fingers into his hair, and he went still. Waiting. She pulled him up and took his
mouth the way she’d wanted to since she’d snuck out of that hotel room six months before. She
flicked his tongue with hers, teasing him even as he resumed the delicious movement between
them again. Yes, yes, do that, don’t stop.
mouth the way she’d wanted to since she’d snuck out of that hotel room six months before. She
flicked his tongue with hers, teasing him even as he resumed the delicious movement between
them again. Yes, yes, do that, don’t stop.
Beckett let her have control for all of two seconds, and then he deepened the kiss, pressing her
more firmly against the wall. He took with his mouth even as he gave with his body, hitching
her higher until her toes barely touched the floor and she was completely at his mercy. Pleasure
sparked through her, and she kissed him harder. It wasn’t enough, might never be enough, but
she couldn’t stop.
more firmly against the wall. He took with his mouth even as he gave with his body, hitching
her higher until her toes barely touched the floor and she was completely at his mercy. Pleasure
sparked through her, and she kissed him harder. It wasn’t enough, might never be enough, but
she couldn’t stop.
Not when she knew that, as good as this was, what came next was even better.
About Katee Robert
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her
grandpa’s knee. Her 2015 title, The Marriage Contract, was a RITA finalist, and RT Book Reviews
named it 'a compulsively readable book with just the right amount of suspense and tension." When
not writing sexy contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games
with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable
zombie apocalypse.
grandpa’s knee. Her 2015 title, The Marriage Contract, was a RITA finalist, and RT Book Reviews
named it 'a compulsively readable book with just the right amount of suspense and tension." When
not writing sexy contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games
with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable
zombie apocalypse.
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