“They call him a gentleman rake.”
“They do call me that, and I claim the title with pride.”
After spending his early twenties as a Marine Corps scout sniper, Brennan Riley learned that life is a lot like a game of poker—the only way to survive is through luck and skill. Now as a civilian and the heir to one of the biggest fortunes in New Orleans, life has proved to him that luck and skill are the keys to maintaining his position as the city’s most eligible and infamous bachelor.
Despite urgings from his parents to settle down into a respectable life, Brennan is whiskey-bent and hell-bound in his pursuit of the best things his city has to offer: gambling and women. He’s never hit a snag with either, until he takes home a stunning, yet mysterious woman and finds the bruises.
“New Orleans is my hometown, but this is no home. This is hell.”
Skye has spent her life shrouded in secrecy and danger, and she’s had enough. She has one plan to escape the hellish life she’s led in New Orleans, and all she needs to make it happen is an unsuspecting man who has a bed and a car.
After a one-night-stand gone awry, Brennan and Skye find themselves in the crosshairs of the most sinister characters that lurk in the underworld of New Orleans. With long-repressed guilt over his career kills, Brennan is hell-bent on saving the life of the one woman he’s ever found himself falling for. But for Skye, love is and always has been nothing but another weapon, and all she wants is freedom.
LUCK OF THE DRAW is equal parts sin and redemption, and brings together two people who couldn’t be more different, but have more in common than meets the eye. This unconventional opposites attract romance is the third book in the Romance in New Orleans saga from bestselling romance author Katherine L. Evans, and it is best enjoyed by first reading its prequel, Only the Strong. Experience the glittering realm of New Orleans’ high society contrasted against the depths of its seedy underworld rarely seen by any, while you root for a hero and a heroine who save themselves and save each other in the process.
“Honey, I know you’re running from someone. I can help you.” The breeze picked up a wisp of Skye’s hair and Brennan tucked it behind her ear. “Please let me help you. Tell me what's going on. I promise whatever it is isn’t going to shock me or freak me out.”
“I just…” Skye shook her head and avoided his gaze. “I can’t, Brennan. I’m sorry.” She looked at him again. “If you really want to help me, you’ll give me a ride out of town tomorrow, and you won’t ask me why or where I’m going.”
“If you don’t tell me anything, how am I supposed to know if you’re going to be okay?”
Incredulousness draped her features. “Brennan, you were never going to know if I was going to be okay. This doesn’t change that. You weren’t worried about it before.”
“I didn’t know you were in trouble before, and I’ll admit I probably didn’t care at first, but…” He needed a damn filter, but any semblance of one was gone with the hot, humid wind. “I care now. I know you’re in trouble now. I don’t know anything about you other than your first name and the fact that someone hurt you. How am I supposed to know you’re going to be okay? You wanna talk about stuff we’ll never forget? I’ll never forget that I’m worried about you. I’ll never forget that there’s someone I care about somewhere out in the world, and that I’ll never know if she’s okay. You gotta give me something, Skye.”
She lowered her cheek to his chest, and he would’ve given life and limb to keep her there. “I can’t. I’m sorry. It means everything to me that you care, but I just can’t, Brennan. You can’t help me. Please don’t try.”
Like hell he wasn’t going to try.
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