5 Star Review: Every Last Breath (Final Hour #1) by Juno Rushdan

Sunday, 28 April 2019


This is just the type of thriller I regularly seek out but rarely find It was faced paced, gripping, and the concept was downright scary. Add into the mix an indomitable female who’s come back fighting after seemingly losing the love of her life, and the story becomes even more rewarding.

Maddox Kinkade is an Agent for Gray Box, an organisation tasked with handling impossible situations and hunting down terrorists worldwide. When reports reach Gray Box of an auction for weaponized smallpox, the team are immediately put on high alert and know they must do everything they can to get in on the auction. However, when Maddox learns that Ilya Reznikov is one of the invited auction attendees, she is forced to face past memories she had wished never to revisit. Having been in love with Ilya’s brother, Nikolai, and lost him without warning, Maddox knows that this particular mission is going to test her in more ways than one.


Gray Box’s first job is to retrieve and recruit someone with close ties to the Reznikov family, Cole Matthews. With the Russians also looking for Cole, Maddox’s team must act fast but she is stunned when she comes face to face Cole and has to relive a memory which almost killed her. Cole is equally surprised to see Maddox, especially when he realises she is now an Agent but agrees to help her with her mission. With Cole on-side, Maddox and her team start their mission to find out who exactly wants the enhanced smallpox virus and why.

The story is not without violence, as expected, but there is also a struggling romance trying to be released from its heartbreaking and emotional tethers. With time, Maddox and Cole find themselves falling for each other and yet the more Cole pushes the more Maddox tries to resist him, fearful of her emotional fragility.

When the mission and story reach its conclusion, it leaves readers with more questions than answers, especially as the story ends of a cliff-hanger. Will this be the end of the Ghost, who is Cobalt and who is the high-profile, well-informed Broker who is behind the sale of the smallpox weapon.

I really did love this story and it kept me engrossed despite its length. The writing was strong and realistic, the mystery tantalizing and the romance volatile and endearing. For fans of romantic suspense/thrillers, this book will keep you highly entertained, page after page.

This ebook was kindly provided by the author prior to release in return for an honest and unbiased review.

Blurb

48 hours

2 covert operatives

1 chance to get it right

Maddox Kinkade is an expert at managing the impossible. Tasked with neutralizing a lethal bioweapon, she turns to the one person capable of helping her stop the threat of pandemic in time: the love of her life, back from the dead and mad as hell at her supposed betrayal. Recruiting Cole to save millions of lives may be harder than resisting the attraction still burning between them, but Maddox will do whatever it takes...even if it destroys her.

When Maddox crashes back into Cole Matthews' life, he wants to fight back. He wants to hate her. But the crisis is too strong to ignore, and soon the two former lovers find themselves working side-by-side in a breakneck race to stop a world-class killer with a secret that could end everything.

The clock is ticking...

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Excerpt:

She put on latex gloves, set out gauze and saline solution. Cleaning the wound would burn like hell. “This is going to hurt.”
“When it comes to you, I’m accustomed to pain.”
The sting of his words bled through her, but she didn’t let her equanimity falter.
“Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” She squeezed the saline into the wound.
He gave a sharp hiss and tightened his jaw. The bullet had clipped his deltoid, but there wasn’t any damage to the axillary nerve. She tore open a packet of Celox, a grainy blood-clotting agent that didn’t burn like some others and would help him heal faster. Rubbing a little powder deep in his wound, she worked quickly to minimize his discomfort. She pressed clean gauze to it, wrapping it with a pressure bandage.
“There. Should be good until we get you stitches. Lucky there’s no major damage.”
“You’re pretty good at that.” He nodded down at his arm.
She tugged the gloves off. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” Patching up herself and battle brothers in the field was her only hobby. No time for anything else in her life.
His gaze found hers and his dark eyes held her ensnared.
The dangerous edge running through him, drawing her in, had always been the backbone of the young man she’d fallen for. But the wear and tear of time looked good on him, worked in his favor. A sophisticated accessory. As did the arresting refinement of his body, hard curves and sharp angles. More tempting than ever.
Brutally gorgeous. He’d been hers once. She’d give anything to have him again. For a day. For an hour. Damn, she’d take ten minutes.
She caressed his cheeks, leaning into the warmth of his body. A tremble of longing shivered through the center of her, and she didn’t hide it.
He brushed his knuckles over her bruised cheek. Her skin tingled, nerve endings awash in the muscle memory of his strong hands sweeping over her in the darkness, their limbs inexorably tangled, his strained breath in her ear, sweat coating their skin.
The heat in his eyes burned bright and hot as a signal fire, inviting her home. The knots in her stomach loosened as new ones bunched in her chest. Old scars growing sore as a fresh wound opened. The years she’d spent piecing herself back together, trying to recover from the agonizing loss of this—while he was out in the world, alive and well all along. She swatted the thought away, not wanting anything to spoil those ten minutes.
He cupped the back of her leg, caressing bare skin, pulling her closer. Her thighs quivered and her breath grew shallow. He slid his palm to cradle her head, guiding her lips toward his.
The suspended moment whetted her anticipation. Her toes curled into the carpet, heart palpitating wildly like hummingbird wings in her throat.
His mouth claimed hers, or hers claimed his. She didn’t know, didn’t care, lost in the shocking relief of the kiss.
Like being submerged under water, fighting for air, drowning in the abyss, lungs too tight. Then busting through the surface into sunlight, gulping in a life-giving breath.
That’s what it was like kissing Cole.

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