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Thursday, May 28, 2015

Recycled Post/Blog Tour: Midnight Action by Elle Kennedy (Q & A, Excerpt, Review + Giveaway)


5/28/15: This book was hands down my favorite in the series. There was just so much animosity and dark emotions building between Jim and Noelle from the very first book that I had my doubts if they could ever end up together, they were just so poisonous to each other. As you can see, even the Elle Kennedy wasn't planning on them being together (I'm still super glad her editor twisted her arm)! The way Kennedy brought these two together and had them work out their YEARS of hatred was beyond satisfying. Like Jim though, I couldn't help but mourn for the young people they had been, full of optimism and love for each other. Years later and those people don't exist anymore, instead Jim and Noelle became tougher, harsher and deadlier. They sure had an uphill battle here but it was the BEST second chance romance I've ever read! Sex, blood, violence and vengeance... It's like a siren to me.

Words can't describe how excited I am today. I have been sitting on this review for over a month now and let me tell you, it's been killing me! Elle Kennedy is one of my newest "Must Have" authors and I'm not ashamed to admit it! I could simply go on and on about why I adore the Killer Instincts series (And I haven't read them all yet) but we'd be here until the end of days. So instead I bring you a quick Q & A with the genius behind my new favorite series, a really NSFW excerpt, a giveaway and my thoughts on Midnight Action. You are so not going to want to miss this book folks!

About Elle Kennedy:
 
Elle Kennedy is a RITA-nominated author grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a B.A. in English from York University.

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1.Where did you get the inspiration for your Killer Instincts series, specifically the inspiration for Jim and Noelle? They're my favorites!!!
I love romantic suspense, so writing an RS series was always on my To-Do list, but I also wanted to write darker, sexier books. A lot of RS books that I’ve read are heavy on the action and light on the sex. I wanted to combine both elements. As for Jim and Noelle, I knew that the series needed a strong alpha man to “lead” the books, and the second I created Jim, I realized I needed to come up with the female equivalent of him—and that’s how Noelle came to be.

2. What kind of research goes into this series?

I do so much research! A lot of it is really fun—like learning about weapons or military tactics or politics of certain countries. And sometimes I'm lucky enough to visit the places I’m writing about. This summer I went to Ireland to research the next KI book, and I met so many incredible, knowledgeable people and visited some pretty breathtaking places.

3. What's the best reaction/message you've ever gotten from a fan about the Killer Instincts series?
My favorite reader email about the series was one that yelled at me for having Noelle with D (one of Jim’s mercenaries) in the earlier books. The reader was livid that Noelle wasn’t with Jim, and I loved how passionate she was about the couple and how invested she was in the series. It showed me that other people love these characters as much as I do!

4. Jim and Noelle, to me, were the most anticipated couple in the series, did you feel more pressure writing Midnight Action versus previous books in the series or did you already have their story planned out from the beginning?
I think I mentioned this before, but originally I didn’t want Jim and Noelle together. I thought they were too toxic! But my arm was twisted by my editor, who was Team Joelle (or Team Nim?) from the very beginning. She told me she would kill me if they didn’t end up together, and she’s kinda scary, so I believed her! Once I resigned myself to giving them a HEA, the book just flowed out as if it wanted to be written. It was so intense, and now I can’t believe I ever considered going in another direction.

5. I'm sneaky, but I've become such a huge fan of this series so I have to ask, who's book is next?!
Sean Reilly, the sexiest, cockiest Irishman on the planet! And his heroine is one of Noelle’s operatives, so you can expect a deadly, stubborn woman who will drive Sean crazy.


Can you guys even imagine Jim and Noelle NOT being together? I can't! So glad Elle's editor was such a fan!




The following excerpt is NSFW (NOT SAFE FOR WORK):
Their dance might have seemed innocent to the people around them, but each brush of their bodies heightened her arousal. Each time his palm grazed her tailbone, her skin sizzled. Each time his cheek brushed hers, her breathing grew more labored.

Still, no matter what Jim thought, she was a pro, and thus perfectly capable of suppressing her desire.

Of course, that didn’t mean she had to stop testing his ability to remain professional.

With a mischievous smile, she looked into his eyes and said, “By the way, the shower blow job you mentioned before? I orgasmed the second I swallowed that first drop.”

A strangled growl left his mouth.

And suddenly they weren’t dancing anymore. But still moving. Moving very, very fast, in fact, as Jim dragged her toward the staircase on the other side of the ballroom.

Morgan had no idea where he was going or what he was thinking. He ignored the inquisitive eyes boring into his back as he gripped Noelle’s hand and led her up the spiral staircase. He didn’t know where it led, or where they’d end up— all he knew was that if he didn’t get inside this woman right fucking now, he was going to pass out.

“Jim,” she said uneasily. “This isn’t the time to . . .”

She didn’t finish and he didn’t care. His lower body was aching, his cock so stiff he could barely walk. He was a man on a mission, his gaze focused straight ahead like a missile homing in on a target.

At the top of the stairs was a small landing opening into a wide hallway with half a dozen doors, but the red velvet curtain to their left was what caught his eye. Gripping Noelle’s forearm, he pushed open the thick velvet and immediately liked what he saw— a shadowy space the size of an opera box. No, it was an opera box, Morgan noted when he spotted the curved railing at the edge and the row of plush, red-upholstered seats.

He turned to Noelle. “Come here,” he ordered.

She stayed put. “I don’t take orders from cavemen, thank you very much.”

His gaze swept over her. He’d lied before. He was totally digging the dress. And the hairdo. The shoes. The vixen-red lipstick. Christ, he wanted to kiss those fuck-me lips more than he wanted his next breath.

“Come. Here,” he growled.

“Make me.”

Just like that, his control snapped like a bungee cord. Forget breathing— his brain stopped working right along with his lungs, his vision nothing but a thick haze of lust as he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her toward the railing. He spun her around so she was against it, then moved in behind her and ground his aching groin over her ass.

Noelle’s moan cut the air, soft enough that he doubted anyone down below had heard it. And if they did, he didn’t give a fuck. He’d turned into an animal, a desperate, hungry animal with one thought on his mind.

He scrunched up her dress and shoved the material all the way up to her waist. She was still covered in the front, but naked from the lower back down, and when he glimpsed her bare ass, a groan left his lips.

“Oh Jesus.” He stroked her tight buttocks with his palm, then undid the button of his trousers.

Letting out a ragged breath, he reached inside his boxer-briefs and pulled out his granite-hard cock. With Noelle in front of him, he wasn’t worried about anyone catching a glimpse of the little soldier, but there was nothing shielding her. If anyone in the ballroom so much as craned their neck, they’d get a hell of an eyeful: Noelle bent over the railing, fingers curled over the cool steel, cleavage spilling out of her dress.

Cursing softly, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her backward, repositioning them so they were against the wall, several feet back and out of view of any guests.

The second he rubbed the head of his cock along the crease of her ass cheeks, she gasped in pleasure. “Oh God. Please.”

The quiet plea was enough to make him shudder.

Holding her dress up with one hand, he gripped her hip with the other and drove into her from behind.

Fuuuuuck.

It felt so criminally good he literally saw stars. Heat and moisture surrounded his erection, her inner muscles clamping around him like a hot, pulsing glove. The sexual excitement burning in his blood was stronger than any burst of desire he’d ever felt in his life.

But no, that wasn’t true. He’d experienced this same blast of need before. Earlier today, when he’d been balls deep in Noelle. Nineteen years ago, when he’d been buried inside the most beautiful girl in the world.

It was her. It was always her.

The realization spurred his emotions, propelled his hips forward. He slammed into her, struggling for breath, desperately trying to hold on to his crumbling restraint. But there was nothing controlled about this.

With Noelle, it was impossible to hold back.

His chin rested on her shoulder as his hips pistoned hard, his cock furiously thrusting into her tight channel, over and over again. Her unique scent drugged his senses, and the fine hairs at the nape of her neck tickled his cheek and made him shiver.

A moan slipped out when his next thrust hit deep. “Oh God,” she whispered. “More. Faster.”

The tempo went from fast to frantic, as he relinquished all common sense and gave in to raw, primal need. His balls slapped Noelle’s perfect ass with each demanding stroke, and he knew from her little mewls of pleasure that she was getting close.

When she threw her head back and trembled in orgasm, it was like stepping into a room engulfed in flames. His heart stopped and his body burned, and triumph blinded his vision, because it was so rare to watch this woman come apart. So rare to hear her throaty cry of surrender and see the sated slump of her delicate shoulders.

“Coming,” he ground out. “Oh fuck.”

The hot waves of pleasure started deep in his balls and shot out in every direction, turning his limbs to jelly and his mind to mush. His release filled her, dripped down his still-hard shaft, and even as he tried to catch his breath, he reached into his pocket for a black silk handkerchief and hastily cleaned them up before their clothes got ruined.

The climax had been so intense he still saw black spots, still had trouble breathing. With a hoarse groan, he withdrew from her tight sheath and tucked his semi erect cock back in his pants. As he zipped up his trousers, the hem of Noelle’s dress slipped from his fingers, the silky material floating to the floor with a soft rustle.

“How about now?” Her voice shook slightly as she turned to face him. “Out of your system?”

“No,” he said thickly. “You?”

She opened her mouth, but was cut off by a sudden buzz of voices from the ballroom. Frowning, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and approached the railing.

Morgan followed her, resting both hands on the steel rail as he gazed below.

He immediately pinpointed the source of commotion. A small crowd had formed near the ice sculpture he’d been admiring earlier, and holding court in the center of the group was a man in a black tuxedo jacket and white dress shirt.

“I think our host is here,” he said.

Noelle nodded. “Looks like it.”

They watched from the box, but the new arrival was blocked from their view, surrounded by several taller men who didn’t seem inclined to move out of the way. Morgan glimpsed a head of dark blond hair, an aristocratic profile, and a flash of straight white teeth, but it wasn’t enough.

Annoyance filtered through him. “Let’s go downstairs. I can’t see shit from here.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the crowd parted to reveal the center of attention. Maurice Durand. The man was in his late sixties. Medium height, fair complexion, handsome face . . . that face.

Morgan couldn’t quite place the man, but he knew him. He wasn’t sure how, but— son of a bitch.

At that moment, Durand turned to speak to someone, offering Morgan a perfect view of his eyes.

He froze, unable to fathom what he was seeing.

Those eyes.

The color of dark roast coffee, deep and intense and completely unsuited for that lily-white skin and light hair.

In his lifetime, Morgan had come across only two people with that particular combination of chocolate eyes and pale skin.

All the air seeped out of his lungs as his brain made the connection.

“Ariana,” he breathed.







Format: .mobi (provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review)
Publisher:
Signet Eclipse
Release Date:
November 4, 2014

Ex–army ranger Jim Morgan leads a team of elite mercenaries, but eighteen years ago in Paris, he was part of a black ops unit whose mission was to hunt down a rogue operative. In order to trap the criminal, Jim seduced Noelle, the man’s daughter—a ruthless act that cost him the love of his life and turned her into a mortal enemy. Now he can’t trust her, but he still desires her. He also needs her help….

Older, wiser, and unwilling to play the fool again, Noelle runs a group of highly skilled assassins. And she’s just been offered the hit of the century: Eliminate Jim Morgan. History gives them no reason to trust each other, but with their lives in jeopardy at the hands of a common enemy, the lines between love and hate are soon blurred. Now Noelle and Jim must face the past if they want to have a future—let alone a future together.

Get ready for another heart racing, edge of your seat romantic suspense by Elle Kennedy!

Eighteen years ago Jim Morgan was on a black ops mission to stop a traitor. In order to find him, Jim had to seduce Noelle, the traitor’s daughter. Unfortunately he also fell in love with her, but betraying her trust cost him her love and turned Noelle into one of the most deadliest assassins he’s ever met and his mortal enemy.

Noelle has just been offered the hit that should make her ecstatic: Kill Jim Morgan. Instead of following through, she clues Jim into the fact that someone other than her wants him dead. Reluctantly joining forces, Jim and Noelle begin to track down the person who hired Noelle and in the process begin to uncover some of their own long buried secrets.

Where do I even begin with how much I LOVED Midnight Action? The plot line seems like it was years in the making and in a way it was. Jim and Noelle have spent so many years actively hating and wanting to kill each other that it was difficult for me to believe that there was actually a time where they loved each other passionately. I was so damned curious to know what could have gone so wrong that they could go from such a tender love to a deep hate. This story is so damn good that I wish I could jump right in and be part of all the action… And maybe snag myself one of Jim’s operatives. Or two. I’m greedy like that.

This pretty much sums up Jim and Noelle's story.
Can I just say that I adore the heroines Elle Kennedy creates? I mean, they’re total bad asses and can match any man kick for kick, punch for punch and kill for kill yet it doesn’t take away from their femininity. I don’t like “tough” women who are impractical and chase bad guys down a dark alley in high heels, woefully unprepared for an attack so they get knocked out with one punch, but I also dislike a woman who has all the skills a man does but not an ounce of femininity. Why can’t she be both deadly and feminine? Thank you Elle Kennedy for blending the two beautifully. And while I’m on the subject of her characters, I can’t help but lust after a man who can see that a woman is capable of taking his ass down and must therefore be watched like a hawk, lest she try and kick his ass. These men know better than to have the mentality of “She’s just a woman.” That’s a surefire way to end up dead at the hand of one. Kennedy’s heroes can be confident in their abilities as mercenaries all while working side by side with a woman who has the same skills and not consistently try and play the knight in shining armor. That’s just all kinds of sexy.

Keeping Midnight Action from becoming slow or stale, the author avoided lengthy flashbacks. I got just enough of a background history on Jim and Noelle to understand not only who they were but how it all went so horribly wrong for them. Was I curious about Jim and Noelle’s early relationship? Sure. Did I want a bunch of chapters dedicated to that phase in their lives? Absolutely not. I wanted to live in the present and see where they went from there. I wanted action, I wanted suspense and yes, with these two I expected red hot monkey sex and that’s exactly what I got, in spades!

There is no way two people like Jim and Noelle could have that much history and that much hate and not have incredible chemistry. Eighteen years have passed since Jim and Noelle first met. That’s a lot of time in between for them to build on the hate and misery, sure they’ve both had their flings in those years but everything seems to circle back to the two of them. I could spend days talking about their seriously messed up relationship but that would mean a very long review. It was just incredible to watch two killing machines revert back to human beings with emotions and vulnerabilities. I’ll just say that Noelle is going down in my VERY small list of All Time Favorite Female Characters. Next to Ziva David from NCIS. Yes, I have a type of female character that I admire and Noelle fits it to a tee.

While most of my attention was focused on Jim and Noelle, I did notice a few characters’ story lines developing in interesting directions like Liam, Sully, Bailey and Sean. Then there’s the new guy, Ash, which makes me super excited just thinking that there will be more books in this really awesome series and of course a new mystery character that will rock the series and made me say “Hell yeah!”

With her solid plot line to ensnare me, beautifully flawed characters to engage me and red hot passion to entrap me, Elle Kennedy has shot up to the top of my list of romantic suspense authors. Hers is a rare talent that will surely keep me coming back for more of her Killer Instincts series. Seductive and dangerously addictive, Midnight Action will keep you up until the wee hours of the morning with its action packed scenes and second chance romance.

Final Verdict: It was intense, it was volatile, it was unpredictable and I loved every minute of this wild ride! Even though this is only the second book in the series that I've read, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that this is the book to top in the series for sure!


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1 comment:

  1. LOL same here Adria it's been killing me having this review just sitting in my scheduled posts. I'm loving this series too and need to get back to the first in the series soon. Glad to see you're loving on it too!

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