The Saint by LP Lovell ~ Sarah A’s Review

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*Please note: This is not a romance. The Saint is a dark suspense.*

My life was simple; God, business and myself, in that order.

Then I met an angel, and everything changed.

Only an angel can save the damned.

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I’m having a hard time deciding how I feel about The Saint.  It was an intense and bizarre story.  For the most part, I was completely intrigued with every turn of events, but I felt unsettled, unsatisfied with the ending and that left me frustrated.  Honestly, if the current blurb had been the one I had read when I decided to read The Saint, I might have passed this one over.

The Saint is billed as a suspense, but I didn’t feel like it really lived up to that genre.  I never had the feeling that something ominous was looming on the horizon.  Never had any desire to try to figure out who was behind anything, because we knew who was behind everything, almost as soon as it happened.  The Saint felt like the first three-quarters of a dark romance, with none of the payoff of a satisfying conclusion.  To me, it felt like the book started as a romance, then the author wasn’t sure how to redeem the anti-hero, so she cut the ending short, called it a suspense novel, then hoped her loyal readers would take it at face value.  The Saint could have been a phenomenal story had Ms. Lovell clung to Saint’s ominous persona and fleshed out the relationship with him and Eden, all while he was keeping his secrets. It would have kept with the tenor of the story and given the reader some sense of closure regarding the story.

“You’re acting crazy…crazier than normal. Why would you employ Eden?”

“So we can watch her.” There’s no we about it. 

He snorts. “Two weeks ago you wanted me to kill her. Now you’re giving her a job. I see the way you look at her.”

Anger starts to bubble like lava, just waiting to spill over and destroy everything in its path. “And how is that?”

“Like she interests you. And nothing interests you aside from money.”

So he sees it. “My interest in her is money because she threatens it. Her brother threatens it.” The lies pour so easily from my lips with enough plausibility to fool my brother — he who knows me so well — the only one who would notice my attentions slipping.

“You aren’t focused.”

“I’m fine!” I instantly regret the slight loss of control, the snap in my voice because it proves an element of truth in his words. Pushing to my feet, I move to the bar and pour a half glass of whiskey before knocking back a full gulp and slamming the glass on the bar. I walk straight past him and yank the door open with a heavy groan of old hinges. I storm from the room, right into Eden. We collide, and she staggers back, dropping the tray of glasses in her hand. The crash can be heard over the music. 

She drops to her knees immediately, scrambling to pick up the glass. “I’m sorry,” she says, glancing up at me through long lashes. My cock twitches, my lungs shrink, and my pulse hammers out a staccato rhythm against my eardrums. She’s on her knees before me. Worshipping me, praying at my altar. The thought makes my cock painfully hard, and I can’t…think. A breath hisses through her lips, and she snatches her gaze away, lifting her hand. Blood pours from her finger, cascading down her hand so hypnotically. I drop to a crouch, grabbing her wrist and tugging her closer. The soft jazz music swells around us, and I know there’s a room full of people, but all I see is her…and her blood. So red, so vibrant. Our eyes meet, and I hold my breath, fighting the torrent of images flashing through my mind. Wings. Flames. Blood tears. Blood, blood, blood. Wings of crimson. An angel on her knees, a sacrificial offering. For me. To me. And she looks so good in blood, the crimson against that pristine, pale skin. No!

Shoving to my feet, I stagger away from her. “Clean that up,” I grunt before hurrying away. 

She tempts the very darkest parts of me to the surface. Which is precisely why she should be dead, a little voice pops up in my mind. It would be so easy, her existence washed from this planet and thus my mind, as bleach washes germs away. I would feel cleansed. Fixed. Right. But if an angel is the voice of your conscience, encouraging good, then this…craving must surely be the work of the devil. Burning, burning, burning. 

She tests me with her simple innocence and naivety, and how truly damned does that make me — that I should crave the destruction of something pure? She plays to my weaknesses, and that troubles me in ways I cannot fathom. This is what He wants, to watch me lose control, to watch me struggle for Him. 

I need to get out of this club. 

l’ve never run from anyone, but I’m fleeing from the monster she entices from deep inside me. I should never have offered her a job here. I keep walking, moving through the club and straight out of the front door, racing towards the salvation that I sorely need

I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.

She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.

Little does she know…

For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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The Saint by LP Lovell ~ COVER REVEAL

Check out this gorgeous cover for The Saint by LP Lovell! Add it to your TBR today!

I thought I knew exactly who I was. Until I fell for a man with no soul, and gave him mine…

I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.

She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.

Little does she know…

For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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Cards of Love: The Pope by LP Lovell ~ Sarah A’s Review

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I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.

She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.

Little does she know…

For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

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The Pope was a decadent thrill ride that kept me glued to the pages and had my heart racing with all the secrets and insanity. I’ve read a lot of forbidden romances, all different types including some involving priests, but the twists in The Pope were entirely new and fresh. I was simultaneously enraptured and horrified by all of it.

The Pope was wicked in the best way possible. Usually romances are about making the people better, having them find their light in the dark. The Pope took another path, Judas saw the darkness in Delilah and knew helping her embrace that piece of herself would free her from the constraints she was holding herself under. Watching that immorality blossom in her was disturbingly satisfying and made me feel a strange sense of fulfillment that she’d finally found her place in the world, no matter whether it was socially acceptable or not.

If you’re familiar with Bible stories at all the significance of the characters’ names, Delilah and Judas, is immediately evident. I loved how Ms. Lovell injected the biblical characters into the personalities of the leads in this story. There were wonderful parallels that came into play as far as both Delilah and Judas’ betrayals of things they held dear to their hearts. It was a glorious tie-in, and I really appreciated it.

LP Lovell has slowly but surely won me over with her dark, depraved romances. She’s found a balance between the things we as humans find inherently wrong and the beauty of love and romance under any circumstances. I find myself craving her twisted worlds and treacherous storylines because they are so fascinating and engrossing.

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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NEW RELEASE!! Cards of Love: The Pope by LP Lovell

We’re celebrating the release of Cards of Love: THE POPE by LP Lovell! One-Click today!

I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.

She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.

Little does she know…

For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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Rebel by Lauren Lovell ~ COVER REVEAL

Rebel, an all-new standalone contemporary Romance by Lauren Lovell (LP LOVELL) is releasing June 7th!

I’m Blake McQueen, daughter of Miles McQueen: businessman, politician, all around upstanding member of the community.

I’m told that name means something, but well, I’ve pretty much doused it in petrol, set it on fire, and taken a shit on it for good measure. I like to think of myself as a walking middle finger.

My name is now synonymous with all forms of debauchery. I have to read the newspaper most mornings just to see where I was last night and my state of inebriation.

Judge me all you like, love me, hate me. I don’t care.

Life’s a party and you should never stop dancing.

But even the sweetest of highs has it’s low. There is only so high you can go before you fall, and fall I did, right into the arms of the only man that could possibly stop me from crashing and burning. I’ve always been untouchable. I’ve never cared enough to be touchable. Until now.

Rebellion never felt so good.

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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NEW RELEASE!! Hold Me by LP Lovell ~ Sarah A’s Review

I’m a former slave. The sister of death. Collateral.

He’s a bad man. A cartel boss— and my everything. I thought I was done being someone’s toy, but I was so very wrong. Safety is nothing more than a premise in my world, and it seems my own sister can’t be trusted. Loyalties will be tested, and even my big bad wolf might not be able to save me this time.

A priceless pawn. A knight in blood stained armor. A love worthy of any sacrifice.

Hate me or hold me?

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Hold Me was as heartbreaking as it was an intense rush of carefully calculated suspense.  This book is full of secrets, schemes, and sacrifice.  The idea of putting everything you’ve ever wanted or needed on the line for love was the backbone of the story and informed every aspect of the decisions each character made.

Hold Me is the second book in LP Lovell’s Collateral series.  This book can not be read as a stand-alone, the first book in the series, Hate Me, begins Anna and Rafael’s journey and it must be read first to understand what is going on in Hold Me.  This series will be continued into a third book.  Hold Me is written in dual first-person perspective, narrated by Anna and Rafael.

Again, the backdrop of Mexican cartels along with the Italian and Russian mafias gave a morbid yet engrossing backdrop for Anna and Rafael’s story.  The plot was teeming with subterfuge, precarious alliances, and violence.  I loved how it all interplayed with the development of Anna and Rafael’s relationship.

If I thought Anna was heartbroken and destroyed in Hate Me, it was nothing compared to what she went through in this book.  Her storyline devastated me in this book.  I ached for her, for what she lost, for what she endured, for what she resorted to, so she could feel again.  Her growth, in spite of everything, was impressive and I only hope she’s able to regain enough of what she’s lost to heal, again.

Rafael was, once again, an enigma.  The tenderness and care with which he treats Anna in complete opposition from the violence and cunning he bestows on nearly everyone else he interacts with.   While I did feel like I had a better grasp on his character and motivations, I would still like to see more of what shaped him into the paradoxical person he is.

I haven’t read the series these books have spun off from, but from the bit we got to see of the hero and heroine from that duet, I know I need to read it soon.  Una and Nero were fascinating, and their dynamic seems unusual, I can’t wait to see what they’re all about.  Not having read this series first has not adversely affected my enjoyment of the Collateral series in any way, it has only heightened my desire to read the Kiss of Death series.

LP Lovell knows how to write about the seedy underworld.  She has layered all the most vile and savage things in the world and turned it into a fascinating kaleidoscope through which to experience an all-consuming love story.  I was devastated by how this installment of Anna and Rafael’s story ended, and I can barely contain my desire to get the next part of their story.

Anna

I am a whore. A slave. A possession. I accepted my fate long ago, but fate is not done with me yet. Freedom is so close I can almost taste it, only to have it snatched away under the guise of protection. A guilded cage is still a cage. Friend or foe? Saviour or oppressor? Rafael D’Cruze is a bad man. I hate him, so why do I feel safe with him?

Rafael

She’s a favour. Collateral. A pretty slave. I have no interest in her beyond keeping her alive for the man who now owns her. And yet…I’m fascinated by the little Russian. There is no room for weakness in my world, but it appears the delicate rose has steel petals. I’m willing to bleed for a willing touch, a trusting glance…

A broken little bird. The big bad wolf. A longing that could heal or destroy.

Hate me or hold me?

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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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Hold Me by LP Lovell ~ COVER REVEAL

Hold Me, the second part to LP Lovell’s Emotional Collateral Series is releasing April 26th!

I’m a former slave. The sister of death. Collateral.

He’s a bad man. A cartel boss— and my everything. I thought I was done being someone’s toy, but I was so very wrong. Safety is nothing more than a premise in my world, and it seems my own sister can’t be trusted. Loyalties will be tested, and even my big bad wolf might not be able to save me this time.

A priceless pawn. A knight in blood stained armor. A love worthy of any sacrifice.

Hate me or hold me?

TITLE: Hold Me
AUTHOR: LP Lovell
SERIES: Collateral series
RELEASE DATE: April 26, 2018

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Anna

I am a whore. A slave. A possession. I accepted my fate long ago, but fate is not done with me yet. Freedom is so close I can almost taste it, only to have it snatched away under the guise of protection. A guilded cage is still a cage. Friend or foe? Saviour or oppressor? Rafael D’Cruze is a bad man. I hate him, so why do I feel safe with him?

Rafael

She’s a favour. Collateral. A pretty slave. I have no interest in her beyond keeping her alive for the man who now owns her. And yet…I’m fascinated by the little Russian. There is no room for weakness in my world, but it appears the delicate rose has steel petals. I’m willing to bleed for a willing touch, a trusting glance…

A broken little bird. The big bad wolf. A longing that could heal or destroy.

Hate me or hold me?

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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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NEW RELEASE!! Hate Me by LP Lovell ~ Sarah A’s Review

Hate Me is an all-new emotional mafia romance by LP Lovell is available NOW!

Anna

I am a whore. A slave. A possession. I accepted my fate long ago, but fate is not done with me yet. Freedom is so close I can almost taste it, only to have it snatched away under the guise of protection. A guilded cage is still a cage. Friend or foe? Saviour or oppressor? Rafael D’Cruze is a bad man. I hate him, so why do I feel safe with him?

Rafael

She’s a favour. Collateral. A pretty slave. I have no interest in her beyond keeping her alive for the man who now owns her. And yet…I’m fascinated by the little Russian. There is no room for weakness in my world, but it appears the delicate rose has steel petals. I’m willing to bleed for a willing touch, a trusting glance…

A broken little bird. The big bad wolf. A longing that could heal or destroy.

Hate me or hold me?

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I am impressed with this book.  It was dark and gritty and told of horrific things without ever crossing a line into something gratuitous.  I was completely wrapped up in Anna and Raphael and their precarious relationship, they were both so interesting alone, and together their dynamic was completely engrossing.

Hate Me is the first book in LP Lovell’s Collateral series.  This series is a spinoff of her Kiss of Death series, though you do not have to read that series before this book.  Honestly, I didn’t know this book had ties to anything else until I read a review outlining the connection.  I did find this book interesting enough that I would love to go and read that series when I’m done with this one.  Hate Me is written in dual first-person perspective, narrated by Anna & Raphael.

Hate Me is a glimpse behind the filthy curtain of drug cartels.  It oozed violence and hatred.  It was rife with the ugliest side of the law.  It never shied away from exposing readers to the worst parts of humanity.  Each moment of violence walked a fine line between being grotesque and cathartic.  I found myself questioning my own moral compass in some moments, as I never questioned the necessity of the punishments bestowed on the offenders.

Anna was tragic.  Her history.  Her present.  Her reality.  Raphael was terrifying.  His life.  His world.  His influence.  Together they balanced each other extremes.   She should have been too broken for him. He should have been too callous for her.  She needed someone to push her beyond what she’d come to expect from men.  He needed someone to see him as more than a stone-cold cartel boss.  The push and pull they had was exactly what they both needed and allowed them to build a relationship built on more than attraction and chemistry.

The only wish I have for this book, and it’s really not even fair to ask for it until I read the next book, would be to get more of Raphael’s backstory.  We have the broad strokes, but I have a feeling there is so much more to the man than we’ve even begun to see.

LP Lovell is a new to me author.  If this book is indicative of her writing style and story building, I am sold.  There was a rawness to her writing that felt perfect for the characters and the world they lived in.  I will definitely be reading the subsequent novels in this series and checking out her backlist when I have the time.

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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Hate Me by LP Lovell ~ Excerpt Reveal

Hate Me is an all-new emotional mafia romance by LP Lovell coming February 26th!

Anna

I am a whore. A slave. A possession. I accepted my fate long ago, but fate is not done with me yet. Freedom is so close I can almost taste it, only to have it snatched away under the guise of protection. A guilded cage is still a cage. Friend or foe? Saviour or oppressor? Rafael D’Cruze is a bad man. I hate him, so why do I feel safe with him?

Rafael

She’s a favour. Collateral. A pretty slave. I have no interest in her beyond keeping her alive for the man who now owns her. And yet…I’m fascinated by the little Russian. There is no room for weakness in my world, but it appears the delicate rose has steel petals. I’m willing to bleed for a willing touch, a trusting glance…

A broken little bird. The big bad wolf. A longing that could heal or destroy.

Hate me or hold me?

“Tell me, sweet Anna, what would you do if you were to have your freedom?”

My mind hits a wall, and my mouth snaps shut. “I don’t know.”

“You never thought about it?”

“I survived because I refused to hope. So no, I never thought about it.”

He takes a piece of my hair, twirling it around his finger until the gold strands are wrapped tightly around his tanned skin. “Well, maybe you should start thinking about it.”

“What if I don’t want to?” I breathe. Being free would mean leaving him, leaving my safe harbor to walk into a world of danger and enemies.

I take his face in both hands and stare into his eyes, my lips hovering barely an inch away from his. I find myself dancing with this sense of curiosity, remembering the way his lips felt on mine. Soft and yet hard. Demanding and yet never forceful. That kind of kiss is something I’ve never experienced, and…I liked it. I liked it with him.

“Take it, Anna,” he breathes. I swallow heavily and swipe my tongue over my suddenly dry lips. Rafael lets out a tiny groan, his hand cupping my cheek as he swipes a thumb over the corner of my lip. “Take what you want, avecita.” He somehow manages to make it sound like a threat. I slowly close the gap between us until my lips brush his. He doesn’t move, waiting for me to kiss him. As I press my lips fully to his, I feel a sense of empowerment. To have a man like Rafael willingly submissive to my exploration… My hand slides around his neck and my tongue brushes his bottom lip, making him tense.

Taking my face, he holds me away from him as his warm breaths wash over my lips. I feel the blush creep over my cheeks. “Did I do something wrong?”

He groans again. “No. Fuck, no.” He throws his head back against the chair. “Anna, you have no idea how tempting you are.” I freeze, my pulse leaping in my throat. “No. Don’t do that. I’m not them, avecita. I will never touch you unless you want it.”

“Promise?”

He smiles. “I’d promise you the world if I could, little warrior.”

“And what if I can’t offer you a single thing in return?”

He leans in, placing the softest kiss against my throat. “From you, sweet Anna, I would ask only for a smile.”

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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