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Born into blood, I was a mafia princess. Raised in hiding, I was a Californian sweetheart.

The day my father sold my thirteen year old body to pay off a five year old debt was the day my mother stole me in the dead of night. She protected me as she was supposed to.

My father may have been the king, but my mother was the queen.

The mafia blood was hers.

That was ten years ago. Now… the devil was on the loose.

Carlo ‘Hunter’ Rosso was my father’s right hand man and the boy I’d loved since I could tie my own shoelaces. He was always the most ruthless and the most deadly of all the children.

He’d thought I was dead until the day his assignment was given: Kill Adriana and Alexandria Romano. Kill the princess, and definitely kill the queen.

What he didn’t know was that the queen was dead, and the princess had taken her throne.

Blood didn’t lie. It smeared, distorted, stained. But it didn’t lie.

My father was going to learn the hard way that the empire he’d stolen belonged to me.

And so did Carlo ‘Hunter’ Rosso.




My Review

“Death? No. I didn’t fear death. A part of me welcomed it. Welcomed the silence, the peace, the black abyss. I figured that when it came, I’d be Alice jumping down the rabbit hole, except there would be no Wonderland, only numbness.”

“I wanted more of him. All of him. I wanted every single inch of his predatory, black animalistic soul. I wanted it to invade mine, so I could understand him. Breathe him. Feel him. Know him. I wanted the Hunter he was now instead of remembering him as the Hunter he was, and the only way to do that was to taunt him into loosing control.”

“People change, and so does love. I did’t want a gentle brush of his fingertips on my skin. I wanted a bruising grasp on my hips. I didn’t want a delicate kiss. I wanted my bottom lip bitten. I didn’t want my heart stolen. I wanted my breath fucked out me. I didn’t want the boy I fell for. I wanted the man he was.”

I fell in love with Blaire Drake’s writing when I picked up Dear Professor. So, when I heard that she had a new book coming out, I could not wait to get my hands on it. And let me tell you, I was not disappointed.

Told from dual points of view, Hunter follows the story of Addy and Hunter. 10 years ago, Addy was forced to leave her home and her life as she knew it behind. Everyday she hid in fear that someone would find her or realize that she was still alive. Now that 10 years have passed, Addy has had enough. She knows it’s only a matter of time before she’s discovered, but she’s tired of hiding. However, the last thing she expected was for her former best friend to show up and try to kill her…..Will Hunter be able to carry out his orders? Will Addy be able to take back the family and claim what belongs to her? There’s only one way to find out….

I have to say, I am a big fan of mafia style books, so I was really excited to get my hands on this story. And let me tell you, this book has it all. It’s got the perfect balance of sex, drama, action and betrayal. This book will keep you guessing and wondering who is on the right side. And the twists and turns will leave you holding your breath, waiting to see how everything will play out.

I really loved Hunter and Addy together. I loved their push and pull. Their chemistry was off the charts and was not meant to be denied. I really loved Hunter. His emotions and struggles were very palpable. You could feel his need to not only do the right thing, but to also be with woman that consumes his soul. I also appreciated his determination, protectiveness and fierceness when it came to Addy. And Addy…yeah, she was total badass. She had protection, but didn’t really need it. She was tough when she needed to be. Calm when the situation called for it and didn’t put up with anyone’s crap. Overall, a really awesome chick. Definitely who you want leading a crime family.

It is so hard to believe that Hunter is Blaire Drake’s second book. That’s right, you heard me, her second book. It is so well written and so entertaining, that it reads as though she has been writing for years. If you’re a fan of sexy, intriguing and action packed mafia style books, I definitely recommend picking this one up and giving it a try. I hope that you will enjoy the story as much as I did.

*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*


“Staying, are you? Figure it’s easier to kill me in my sleep?”

Once again, he rubbed his hand across his face. He said nothing.

“Trying to work out whose life is worth more, right? Mine is probably worth a lifetime of comfort for you. Kill me and everyone’s happy, right? My pathetic excuse for a father gets to keep his empire and you’re taken care of for life.”

He looked at me, and his expression was a little tortured. I was being harsh. I knew that. But I needed to be. It was easier to provoke him and be angry with him than give in to the horrible ache that had settled in my heart.

“Adriana…” Weak. The word was weak.

I wanted to ignore the indecision on his face, but I couldn’t.

He was considering it.

He really was.

I scoffed quietly at him and grabbed the gun from the coffee table. His mask and gloves fell to the floor, but he made no move to pick them up.

The safety was on the gun, and I held it out to him. “Here. Take it. I don’t care, Hunter. I don’t have much of a life here in hiding anyway.”

He didn’t even look at the gun. His silvery gaze never left mine. I wished he would look away, because in that gaze, I saw the Hunter I knew. The boy who once ripped his favorite shirt to stem the bleeding when I fell and cut my leg, then proceeded to carry me home. The boy who offered to pee on my foot when I got stung by a jellyfish in Mexico on vacation when I was seven.

The boy I loved before I knew what love even was.

“You’re weak, Hunter,” I whispered. Slowly, I turned the gun back to me and touched the barrel to my temple the way he did earlier. His jaw clenched when my thumb edged toward the safety, and when my finger moved to hook around the trigger, he moved.

He was like a lightning bolt. He came at me like a flash, snatched the gun from my hand, and dropped it on the sofa. It bounced but stayed on the seat, and then he turned on me with blazing eyes. “Don’t,” he ground out, his arms tensing and looking even bigger. “Don’t ever fucking put that to your head again.”

“Why? I was saving you the job.”

The words had barely left my lips when he pounced on me. It was deadly, the way his hands clasped my face and his mouth descended on mine. I staggered back into the wall, gasping at the ferocity of his movement. Shock paralyzed me as he kissed me harshly. His tongue ran along the seam of my mouth, and as I fisted the sides of his shirt, I bit his lower lip.

A low growl left his throat, but he didn’t relent. He just kissed me harder. He kissed me until I was fucking spinning and could barely string two thoughts together. Until my whole body was alight with his touch and responding to his every movement.

He tasted like whiskey. The strong, rich taste that lingered on his lips was heady and only added to the intoxicating way he touched me.

And then… It hit me. He was touching me. Kissing me.

Twenty minutes ago, he could have killed me.



Blaire Drake is a pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling author who wanted to think outside her box and write the kind of things that would shock even them. She loves taboo romance and pushing boundaries in her work. She also enjoys long walks on the beach at sunset, as long as it’ll be followed by a good, old-fashioned spanking right after.

DEAR PROFESSOR is her debut standalone novel, and her next book, PRETTY PORNSTAR, is also a standalone novel that promises to be equally as taboo and sexy.

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