Release Blitz & Review ~ Best Laid Plans by Stylo Fantome
THE PLAN:
* Smuggle diamonds from Liberia to Morocco
* Make the trip in three days
* Don't get caught
* Don't kill each other
* Don't have sex with each other
* Don't fall for each other
* Stick to the plan
This is the story of what happens when an unlikely bond is formed between
enemies, causing tensions to rise, and igniting a chemistry that threatens to
burn them both. Together, they'll learn that sometimes even the best laid plans can
fail.
If this NOVEL were a MOVIE, it would have an R rating from the MPAA. Contains: Violence, Grisly
Images, Strong Language, Nudity, and Graphic Sexual Content
“Hello?”
she called into an entry way. It looked like someone's home. There were a
multitude of people lounging about the living room, all of them watching an old
black and white television. Without looking away from the screen, an old woman
got up and walked towards Lily.
“Room?” she asked, still watching TV.
“No. I'm looking for my friend, he -” Lily started.
“Third floor, third room on right. You stay longer than
two hours, I charge extra,” the woman warned her.
“Sounds fair to me.”
Lily slowly made her way up to his room. She didn't want
to come off as too eager. They'd been playing cat and mouse for a month under
the assumption neither would get caught. Now that it was time to eat, she
wasn't quite ready to be the mouse.
The door to the third room on the right wasn't locked. She
was cautious as she opened the door, but the first thing she saw was the black
duffle bag he'd taken off with, followed by the clothing he'd been wearing. She
moved into the room and shut the door behind her.
She could hear water splashing around in the bathroom, so
she took her time, looking over the space he'd been living in for the past
month. It was simple. A room. A bed that was little more than a cot. A small
table. One small chair. There had been electricity downstairs, but there didn't
seem to be any in his room. Three mismatched, stout candles were burning on the
table, and those were the only light source.
The sound of water diminished to just a gurgling drain, so
she made her way back towards the bathroom. Just as she grasped the knob, she
felt it turn from the other side, and the door started to pull away. She
smiled.
Samesies.
She lost her smile the same moment a hand wrapped around
her neck. She let out a shriek as she was yanked around and slammed against a
wall. The hand was replaced by a forearm, a much more effective body part for
choking someone. She gritted her teeth, slapping at the arm that was
restraining her.
“It's me! It's me!”
Marc looked surprised. And angry. He backed off a
little and she sucked in gasps of air. His forearm moved to her collar bone,
still holding her in place against the wall. She glared right back at him,
resisting the urge to plant her knee in his testicles.
“What the fuck are you doing here!? How did you find me!?”
he demanded, then his eyes darted around the room as if he thought she'd
brought people with her.
“You weren't exactly hard to follow, you idiot. You walked
here,” she growled.
“I thought you were talking with Ivanov.”
“I was. It wasn't a very long conversation.”
“I told you, I don't let anyone know where I sleep,” he
reminded her, his voice low.
“Well, I didn't come here with any intentions of sleeping,
so we're still good.”
That got through to him and he finally smiled at her. The
pressure from his arm let up, but he leaned more of his body against her, lining
them up from the hips down.
“I told you to meet me at a bar,” he pointed out, lowering
his head to brush his cheek against the side of hers, then dipping down to rub
against her neck. She heard a sharp inhale, like he was smelling her.
“Sometimes I'm not very good at listening.”
“I have to be out of here in a couple hours.”
“I only need a couple hours.”
“That's it? I had such high hopes for you.”
She snorted and moved her hands to his waist, yanking his
towel away.
“And I had high hopes that your mouth would be good for
something other than talking. So far, it's a disappointment.”
His lips met hers in a way that made their first kiss seem
like a church greeting. His tongue was present and forceful in her mouth, his
hands moving to press heavily against her breasts. She moaned, reveling in the
feeling of being touched. Of actually wanting to be touched.
She scratched her nails along his hips and went to dip
down between them, but he was quicker, and he grabbed her wrists, slamming her
arms against the wall above her head. She gasped and automatically tried to
resist, but he just squeezed tighter, pushed harder. Cat and mouse was over,
the roles had been established. If he didn't want her to move, then she wasn't
going to be able to move.
Does
that mean I'm in the mouse trap?
Best Laid Plans (The Mercenaries #1) by Stylo Fantome
5 stars
***ARC provided in exchange for an honest review - Naomi
/ Scandalous Book Blog***
This was a fast paced mix bag of suspense, danger, action and super hot
sex.
I read this in one sitting as it was just one of them books that I
couldn’t put down I NEEDED to know what came next.
Thrown together working the same job Marc and Lilly end up giving into
the sexual tension between them and have one hot wild passionate night
together. That should have been it over but that one night sparked the fire of
want and need for them both which end with an intense, passionate and wild love
affair.
Marc is a true diamond in the rough, dirty mouth, cocky and so
incredibly hot that every girl would want him and Lily was feisty, strong
willed, independent and truly on Marc’s radar for more than one reason that
every girl wants to be her.
I am so invested in these two that I cant wait for the second book to
hit my kindle.
1.
This
is very different from your previous work – what was your inspiration behind
BLP and what kind of research went into writing this book?
I love love LOVE action movies. I wanted something kind of gritty and raw, but
I didn't want it to be something that's been done, I didn't want drugs or
hitmen. So I went with diamond heist and mercenaries. I wanted Marc to
sort of have that John McClane "Die Hard" feel, very "IDGAF and
I'll say whatever I want, no matter how un-PC", and I wanted Lily to be
beyond badass, almost an anti-hero in her own right.
SO MUCH research went into the
book, I had no idea what I was getting into - I just started writing, and then
I got to the scene where Marc was in the shower, towards the beginning, and
after I wrote it I sort of had a "wait a minute ..." moment and
realized there was a distinct possibility they wouldn't have running water. So
I started researching Liberia. My mind was blown. So many things in the story
changed after that point. I constantly had Google open in one window and Google
Maps opened in another window. Virtually every place they go in the book is a
real place. For example: when a hotel is described, it is based on a real hotel
I found on Trip Advisor and then cross referenced on Google Earth. EVERYTHING
was like that. Half of my brain lived in Africa for two months.
2.
A
list of 5 reasons why fans/new readers should pick up this book
1. It's different and it pushes boundaries, which I
think everyone could do with a bit of, now and then
2. They might learn something they never knew about a
different country, and learning is good
3. It's a departure from my other works, but still has the erotica
base that is my preferred genre (a.k.a. lots of steaminess haha)
4. It literally takes you on a journey
5. The summer is almost over - can't end it without one last
blockbuster big action flick!
3.
What
are you working on next? Can you give us a teaser/hint to book 2 in this
series?
Book two is already written, it just needs to go through rewrites and edits and then it's beta time! Next, I'm caught between two stories that I really want to work on - one dark, kind of going back to my Kane Trilogy roots. Weird love and crazy sex and uncomfortable emotions. The other is more romantic. Still angsty, more of the love-hate, will-they-won't-they vibe. I don't want to give anything away - it'll be in a popular subgenre, but with a distinct twist, as I like to try to do with all my stories. Which will come next, I'm not sure, depends on which will speak to me the most. I hope to have something publish ready by March 2016.
Crazy woman living in an
undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a
necessity!), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about
right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see
shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm
clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust
anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does
not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day.
I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk
so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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