Canary, an all-new not-to-be-missed, enemies-to-lovers standalone mafia romance from New York Times bestselling author Tijan is available now!
We were on the front lines in that world, the mafia world.
There was nothing soft or glamorous about it.
Who you were before no longer mattered. Names didnβt exist.
I joined anyway. I had no other choice because they took my sister.
Join. Find her. Try and make it out alive.
Then he won me in a poker game.
I hated him instantly, thinking he was like my other bosses before him.
He wasnβt. He was worse.
He wasnβt just cold. He was dead inside.
It didnβt matter that he was gorgeous.
He was the most lethal thing Iβd ever met.
He was also the only person who could keep me alive, if he didnβt kill me himself.
A/N This is a 102k mafia/cartel standalone.
This is the most violent book Tijan has ever written.
Trigger warning: references to sexual violence
βCanaries sing to save lives. I sing and people die.β
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Excerpt
βIβ¦β I didnβt even know. I couldnβt explain what I didnβt know. βAsk me about Jake in a different way.β
βThere is no other way.β
βYou know there is! Ask it in a different way.β I shoved up to my feet. This was the fight here.
I was sick of the killing.
I could not handle one more body, especially not someone I knew.
My chest heaved. βAsk it in a different way.β
I liked Jake. I was hurt by what he said, but he wasnβt on my list anymore.
I frowned. βWhat happened with Cavers?β
βNone of your business!β he erupted, his hands flying in the air, but he was moving farther away from me. His back hit the wall, and he let me see him, how haunted he was, how stricken. He let it all out for me to see and read, though I wasnβt sure he knew it. βI donβt run my decisions through some pussy I like plowing.β
Okay, now I was mad.
βTake that back,β I said quietly.
He swore, low and long. Then he moved, flipping a chair into the wall. It impaled there, and the wall held it. It looked like an abstract piece of art.
βTake it back!β I clipped out, folding my arms over my chest.
He looked away.
I didnβt know what was going on here, but fuck him if he didnβt take back calling me pussy he liked to plow.
I screamed, βTake it back!β
βNo!β He was across the room and in my face in the next second. I braced myself, but he didnβt touch me.
He stopped just short of it, his breath in my cheek, his eyes taking me in, scanning my face.
He was panicking.
I saw it now, lurking there.
Good! That filled me with satisfaction.
My chest started pounding.
No, that was my heart.
It was thumping in my chest, getting stronger, fasterβa steady and powerful beat now. I could feel it all the way to my toesβin my fingers, my neck. His eyes lingered on my lips.
He couldnβt look away.
Stark hunger flashed in his eyes, and he raised a hand, holding it in the air.
It curved gently, as if he wanted to touch my neck, or the side of my face.
But he didnβt move. He just held it there, a few inches from my skin.
His eyes lifted to mine. βYou bitch.β
My heart still pounded, trying to reach him. βYouβre a murdering asshole,β I whispered back, seething.
βWhat?βhe sneered. βYou want to fuck now? Forget you put a fucking gun to your head?β
βDonβt kill Jake.β
He pressed into me, his eyes wild, on the edge of control.
βWhy?β His breath was hot on me. He bent down, his eyes glittering now.
Then he found his control. He rested one hand against the wall, next to my head. The other found my hip and slid up, moving under my shirt, raising it.
God. I almost moaned.
Wetness flooded me, and I started to throb.
I wanted him.
So fucking bad.
He bent and his lips grazed over mine, my cheeks, my chin. Tingles raced through me.
Jesus.
I wanted him deep inside of me. I shifted, pressing against him, and both of us groaned from the contact.
I began moving, a slow grind, and he was quiet, grinding back.
This was different from the other times.
The terms had flipped. Roles were changing. Everything was being upended between us.
About Tijan
Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. Sheβs written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new series from north Minnesota where she lives with an English Cocker she adores.
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~Michelle’s review ~~
Canary by TijanMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Exciting spicy book!
This is totally different from the other books Iβve read by Tijan. Her writing is always so good and this one didnβt disappoint. The characters, the story, everything was fantastic. Itβs sexy, gut wrenching and one of my favorite genres…. mafia.
Ash and Raize are perfect together and will take you on one amazing ride. I couldnβt put it down. Absolutely loved it. Youβre going to want to check it out.
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