Give Me Hell is live

Title: Give Me Hell

Series: Give Me #4

Author: Kate McCarthy

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: July 6, 2017







Valentine is wilful, fiery, and determined to prove she doesn’t need anyone. Desperate

to break free from the over-protective parents and three older brothers who

dictate her every move, she runs away at the age of seventeen to hunt down the

only boy who makes her feel alive.

Jake Romero

has no choice but to leave the best thing that ever happened to him, taking him

down a path that leads to notorious gang, the King Street Boys. When fate

throws Mackenzie back in his life, he turns her away in her time of need,

knowing he now lives a life in which she doesn’t belong. Except his decision

has shattering consequences, leading to secrets, lies, and the ultimate



later, their lives continue to entwine, and when his past returns demanding

retribution, Mackenzie intervenes and gets caught in the crossfire, leaving

behind a devastation that no one sees coming. Can their relationship withstand

the hell it’s endured, or is it too late for love?



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With a low

chuckle I roll over on my bed to eyeball the stolen file that I’d slapped on my

bedside table last night before crashing. I’m feeling rather pleased with

myself until my gaze encounters Jake. My gleeful chortle dies a quick death.


leaning against my bedroom wall, bare-chested, arms folded, and wearing nothing

but a pair of black boxer-briefs and a furious glare.

My gaze

drops to the bed where Jake has laid out the black beanie used to cover my pale

hair, and the black leather gloves that kept my fingerprints from any surface I

came in contact with.

Fuck. The sun is streaming in through the blinds and

I know it must be late morning already. Clearly I’d forgotten to set the

morning alarm. A rookie mistake. And now I need to get past the gauntlet that

is Jake and somehow get the file to Casey before he enacts his own plan to

retrieve it.

My eyes

flick up, meeting his. “Morning,” I say coolly.

His jaw

ticks. “Care to explain?”

Jake’s car

keys rest on top of the report file and I know he’s seen them. Not only had I

performed a break and enter last

night, I had also added car theft to

my criminal repertoire. Explaining that will

likely cause my untimely death. I pretend to consider his question for a

moment. “Not really.”

Jake pushes

off from the wall and moves toward the bed, bringing him closer. “Well you’re

going to.”

“No,” I

say, casually sliding across the mattress and away from Jake. “Not today. I

have things to—”

Putting one

knee on the bed, Jake leans across and grabs the back of my long-sleeved shirt

in his fist. He yanks and the distinct sound of a riiipppppp renders the air.

“My shirt,”

I gasp as I fly through the air, landing on my back on the mattress with a hard


“I don’t

give a rat’s fucking ass about your shirt,” he growls, straddling my body.

His hard

thighs trap me in place and his hands pin mine to the bed. Moving will likely

end with a cracked rib.

Jake leans

his face down until I can’t look anywhere but in his eyes. “You can start with

why you’re dressed like a thieving little bandit.”

“Because I

stole your car.”

“Why did

you steal my car?”

“Because I

couldn’t get a cab.”

I actually

considered calling for a taxi but then my movements would be on public record,

easily placing me at the scene. I’d had to rule it out.


leading me in circles, Princess, and spit it the fuck out. What did you do?

I huff

deeply, letting my frustration out. Jake isn’t going to just let this go. It

leaves me with two choices. Lie or be honest. I chose door number two, because

while I sometimes keep things from Jake, he doesn’t deserve outright deceit.

I spill out

my early hours adventure, rethinking my choice of honesty as he sits back on

the bed, his fury a slow-building thunderstorm.


silence for a tense moment when I finish speaking.


committed a felony,” he says in a soft voice. I’m not fooled by the tone. His

anger is a barely leashed lion. “And you used my car to do it.”

My lips

press in a thin line. I hadn’t thought that particular implication through, and

now I’m angry at myself. “I’m sorry.”


expression narrows to one of vengeful retribution. “Oh you’ll be sorry.”

“I will?”

“When I

paddle your fucking ass.”


“Shut it,”

he growls, his voice rising. “You broke into a detective’s house. You stole her

property. You—”


property,” I mutter.


interrupt me when I’m explaining your stupidity to you.”


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