Title: Kings of Blood & Money
An Underworld Kings Series Standalone
Author: Ker Dukey
Genre: Mafia Romance
Release Date: October 8, 2021

BLURB

This is not a story of love.

This is a story of revenge and the bond created from it.

Noah

The Gallo family took everything from us.

They killed my mother and sister, leaving me and my twin brother fighting for our lives.

My father was supposed to be there that night. He should have been there. Should have protected them—us.

When you strip a man of all he cares about, you’re left with a soulless entity seething with primal rage. He promised to turn Gallo’s bloodline to dust to get his retribution.

And he did.

All but one.

Freya

I was seven years old when I was taken in the night. I don’t remember much of life before that.

All I know now is the glaring eyes of a boy who hates me, and the comfort I find in the boy whose face mirrors his.

I’m not part of this family, but they’re all I have comparable to one.

To hate is easy.

And I do hate them.

But to love even in hate is what hardens you, strengthens you, gives you reason.

The truth is I shouldn’t love them, that all these years are leading somewhere I won’t want to go.

But I do…

Love them.

I love them both.

The only question left now is, do they love me?

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REVIEW

Feels 4
Storyline 5
Steam 5
Overall Rating 5
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Lindsey

This is the first book I’ve read by Ker Dukey and now I’m regretting that decision. Epically written. Completely unique and twisted storyline. Steamy with a dark twist. Loved it! Freya starts out so meek and timid. Her evolvement throughout the book was amazing. She gets stronger more brave and fierce. Sassy. Loved that! Coming from a broken home and no family she’s lonely and finds friends in Noah and Remi. And let me just tell you…Noah and Remi are all the great book boyfriend things! Alpha to the core, deliciously dirty, and protective as all hell! Loved them.

EXCERPT

“There’s someone in my room.”

Her words break, and it’s then I notice the gentle tremble of her body. This place has more security than most max security prisons. She had no doubt just been dreaming, but I know from experience not to ignore sounds in the house.

Whipping on a pair of shorts, I double-check that my gun is loaded, already knowing it is.

Moving from the doorway, allowing me to pass, her body huddles behind me, her scent overpowering and intoxicating. She smells of tropical fruit, a hint of coconut and pineapple.

Taking the stairs two at a time, a small hand taps my back to get my attention. Freya holds a finger to her stupidly pouty lips, pointing to the step with her other hand. “Squeaks,” she mouths, her eyes wide in warning. Avoiding that step, I get to her bedroom door.

“Did you close it?” I ask on a hushed whisper.

Her head bobs up and down. A prickle of unease washes over her face. A wave of goosebumps dusts her skin. She’s too damn close. “Back up,” I say with a warning scowl.

Opening her door, I enter fast, gun raised. Silence greets me. Movement catches my eye. Her sheer drapes flap from a breeze coming in her window. They’re supposed to stay locked.

I sense her move into the room behind me as I survey every inch. I’ve never been in here before. I’m not sure what I expected, but this wasn’t it. She’s so at home here, personality in every aspect of the room. Her bed at the center, a fuzzy throw blanket, girly pillows, a discarded iPad blasting a playlist from Spotify through abandoned earphones. Fashion posters cover her walls. A mannequin draped in fabric sits in the corner. A desk covered in lights and little ornaments/ A computer switched on, a picture of some band on Google search. There’s an open wardrobe with clothes spilling out, a pile of magazines by the foot of her bed. She’s messy and really at fucking home. It turns my stomach. How fucking dare she be so at home here. My sister should be here, having this stuff, living this life.

“There’s nothing here. Apart from all your shit,” I bite out.

“I heard something, I swear it,” she pleads, holding her hand to her chest, drawing my eyes to the white camisole she’s wearing with no bra on.

Closing my eyes to stop myself from looking at her hard nipples tenting the flimsy fabric, I go to her balcony door.

“This shouldn’t be open. We have window alarms for a reason.” I snap, shoving the door closed.

“I like it open. No one could get onto the balcony. I’m too high up.”

“Nothing is impossible, and you put us all at risk with it open.”

A sudden scratching sounds from her bed, making her gasp and rush toward me, hiding her body behind mine. Her soft, supple flesh, warm and inviting, pushes against my bare back.

“Did you hear that?” she breathes.

Too close.

She’s too close.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I growl, pushing at her shoulder for her to move the fuck away from me.

“I’m not a leper.” She rolls her eyes, folding her arms and stepping toward the bedroom door.

“Says who?” I taunt.

I creep toward her bed, throwing her sheet up and looking under it. A small black blob whizzes toward me. A screech echoes through the room from Freya losing her shit. A bat darts around the room, looking for an exit.

“Oh my god,” Freya yelps, brushing hands through her hair.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I snap, wanting to toss her over the balcony into the water below. She’s fucking crazy.

“They like hair,” she screeches. “Don’t let it get in your hair.”

Ignoring the insane dance she’s doing, I pull back her drapes and open her door. Picking up one of her stupid fluffy pillows, I try to shoo the thing out, but it flies to a bookshelf and takes up residence.

“Another reason to keep your door closed,” I huff.

“You’re going to have to pick it up,” she begs, shuddering.

“The fuck I am. They carry diseases. This seems like a you problem.” I offer her a lethal smirk, shoving the cushion against her chest. “Good luck.”

ABOUT KER DUKEY

Ker Dukey is an international bestselling author.

Genres include: Dark Romance, Psychological Thriller, New Adult Romance, Romantic Suspense, Mafia Romance, MC Romance and more.

Ker, has over Forty titles published, held multiple #1 bestseller banners and chart-topping titles with the rights sold to numerous countries, translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks.

In addition to being an author, Ker is an annoying wife and a mother of three children + one dog (who thinks he’s human.) She has a passion for reading and binge-watching crime documentaries.

Find her on social media, where she loves interacting with her readers.