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.
Texas. But who will keep the throne? New York Times bestselling
author Katee Robert introduces a red-hot new series.
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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
Synopsis:
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.
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.
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 legit 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 legit 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.
Praise for The Last King:
“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 the flash and fire of their irresistible chemistry. 4 1/2 stars.”—RT Book Reviews
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 the 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.”
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
her 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
