With their explosively sexy novels, the bestselling authors of Last Breath, Last Kiss, and Last Hit have proven themselves “a force to be reckoned with.”* Now comes an all-new to-die-for novella in their acclaimed Hitman series…
There was a time when Nick loved the fear he instilled in his enemies. His tattoos alone promised danger, but it was the look in his eyes that delivered on it. A contract killer since he was just a boy, Nick has now forged a new life—and a new identity—with the woman who followed him, captured him, and changed him.
He terrified Daisy. Once. But she couldn’t resist, and she ignored every warning. It paid off. Now she’s part of a new beginning, a fresh start in America helping him to leave behind a reckless and violent past as a professional killer. But the past is never easy to outrun, especially when so much of it thrives on revenge.
A new threat has emerged from the shadows, and now Nick and Daisy have no choice but to rely on Nick’s killer skills to protect them from everything they’ve tried so hard to escape.
Includes a bonus excerpt from Last Kiss.
Praise for the Hitman novels:
“Sexy, thrilling romantic suspense.”—Smexy Books
“Will have you reading the pages quicker than you can turn them.”—*A Love Affair with Books
“It appears as if there is nothing these ladies can’t write about.”—The Muses’ Circle
“Read this series…It’s one of a kind and you won’t regret it.”—All Romance Reviews
Jessica Clare is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Hitman novels which include Last Hit, Last Breath, and Last Kiss. She also writes under the names Jessica Sims, and Jill Myles. She lives in a teeny tiny town in North Texas that has no Starbucks, which is a cruel and unusual punishment. She spends her time with her husband, pets, and Keurig. Because, coffee.
Jen Frederick is the USA Today bestselling author of the Woodlands series as well as the Hitman series. She lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own.
About the Author
Jen Frederick is the USA Today bestselling author of the Woodlands series as well as the Hitman series. She lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own.
Read an Excerpt
It’s strange to be surrounded by a sea of people and still be lonely. I walk the campus path to class, hugging my iPad close to my chest, a backpack slung over one shoulder. I’m dressed in a dark gray sweater and jeans, my hair’s pulled into a nondescript ponytail, and I’m roughly the same age of everyone else attending school, give or take a few years.
But I don’t blend. I don’t think I even know how.
Maybe it’s because I’ve killed a man? Maybe it’s because the love of my life is an ex-mafiya assassin? Maybe it’s because the last year has given me more life experience than a lot of these people will ever have, but I’m still considered the “sheltered” one?
Who knows. Whatever it is, I feel like the square peg in a class full of round holes.
I duck into my Financial Management class, and as I do, there’s a row of women at the front I recognize from a class last semester. They’re taking the accounting block of classes, like me, because I want to learn how to manage Nick’s money and help him make more of it the legal way. They’re smiling and laughing, but when they see me, they get quiet. I see their expressions freeze over and they don’t make eye contact.
And so, even though there’s an empty seat next to them, I move to the back of the class. I try not to let it bother me.
I really thought it would be easier to make friends. I really did. But outside of my fiancé, Nick, whom I love and adore with all my heart; my father; and my old roommate, Regan, I’m alone.
Last semester, things were going fine. I enjoyed my classes and socialized with people. But then we got word that Daniel’s sister Naomi had been stolen out from under his nose while he and Regan were accompanying her. Rumors of a Bratva takeover started trickling through Nick’s networks. And my Nick? He is utterly cautious when it comes to my safety. So instead of letting me go to class on my own, he insisted on walking me to class and waiting at the door for me as each class finished.
I think that’s when the ostracism started. People started to look at me weird. Girls that I used to eat lunch with no longer go to the dining hall when I do. Maybe Nick inadvertently said something to someone. Maybe just seeing my big Ukrainian with the tattoo-covered neck and the designs crisscrossing his hands screamed danger.
Whatever it was, the women in my classes steer clear of me.
I can’t blame Nick. He wants to keep me safe, and I love him for it. After my kidnapping last year by Yuri and Vasily, I don’t mind his hovering. It makes me feel secure, even if it chases away any chance of friendship with “regular” people.
As I swipe my iPad and open the text to the class’s lesson, I tell myself that these things don’t matter. That the approval of my peers does not matter to me. I have Nick, and that should be everything.
But in some ways, not having any girlfriends to chat with makes me feel as if I am still that isolated young woman living in a boarded-up house with my father. I had no friends then, either. And funnily enough, I thought that friends and life would come easily once I escaped his house. And while Nick blazed his way into my life like a comet and paved a path for me, I still struggle with everyday things.
Like small talk. I never realized how much of a favor my friend Regan did me when she took me under her wing. But now Regan’s in Texas and I’m having to figure things out on my own.
The class fills up as we wait for the professor’s lecture to begin. There are two unfamiliar girls a row ahead of me discussing something called Real Housewives. I think it’s a TV show, based off of their conversation, but Nick and I don’t watch a lot of TV. There are so many other things to do with our time, like fix up the old apartment building, or go to the zoo, or take walks together . . . or simply make love. TV falls somewhere far down that list.
Still, I make a note on the margins of my notepad to check it out. Maybe I can watch a few episodes over the weekend and return to class armed with knowledge and a way to break into their huddled conversation.
Even as I think it, I scratch the words out. I can watch a few episodes . . . and then what? Introduce them to my assassin fiancé? Invite them over for dinner to the large, empty apartment building that Nick and I purchased and that no one else lives in yet except for my father? But could they please let me run a background check first?
I sigh and concentrate on my finance class instead.
If I cannot make friends, I can at least have knowledge.
My next class occurs after lunch. Even though Nick would prefer that I remain in class until he comes to escort me home, we’ve compromised. I won’t eat anywhere but in the crowded lunchroom, where I can be surrounded by people. It doesn’t matter that I brown-bag my lunch every day; there is safety in numbers. But I hate lunch. I hate that when I choose a table, I’m always the only one seated there.
I’ve tried sitting with other people, but I get nervous and end up staring mutely at them as I gobble my sandwich, which only makes everyone uncomfortable. To look like I’m busy, I text Nick a few hearts to let him know I’m thinking about him.
You are my heart, Daisy, he texts back immediately.
I smile and touch the art I had tattooed over my breastbone for Christmas. It’s a drawing of a heart and his name in Cyrillic, and it’s as dark and elegant as my lover. I love it, and Nick loves to see it on my skin. I think it touched him more than when I proposed to him, which is funny to think about. A ring is an outward sign that you belong to someone, but the hidden tattoo under my clothes is just for him, and ten times more intimate. I smile and text him back. What are you drawing today?
A very fat man, Nick sends back. He is sweating profusely. His balls look like shriveled meatballs.
I giggle on my peanut butter and jelly. Nick is taking art classes, and he alternately loves—and hates—his Drawing from Life Models class. Nick enjoys drawing interesting people, not pretty ones, so this man should be right up his alley. But the sweat, I imagine, is difficult to capture. Have fun, I text back. Dinner tonight is meatballs!
Now my cock is shriveled at the thought. I must go, love. Duty calls.
XO, I send, since I cannot kiss him.
I wish I could be more like Nick. Nick doesn’t want or need friends. He looks at me strangely when I say the girls in class don’t like me. What can they possibly not like?, he asks. I cried over it once, but only once, because it distressed Nick so. To him, problems are solved at the business end of a gun, and if he can’t help me, it hurts him. So I hide this.
I text Regan a little, but it’s clear from her slow responses that she’s busy. She’s helping Daniel with the stalls at the Hays ranch. I can’t imagine Regan doing manual labor, but she says she loves it and it helps calm her mind. If that’s the case, I’m all for it.
I’m relieved when I’ve wasted enough time fooling with my phone to go to my next class. Principles of Architecture is a labor of love. It has absolutely nothing to do with my degree plan, but when my advisor suggested fine arts courses, I gravitated toward this one. Learning about the differences in Greek columns and how ancient civilizations created load-bearing walls is pretty dry stuff to Nick, but I’m fascinated. Maybe someday I could design new buildings, buildings with both safety and beauty in mind.
This class is primarily first-year students, and I’m older than all of them, which makes me feel a bit silly. Luckily, I find the coursework so interesting that I don’t mind being older than the others. I’m also one of only two women in the class. The other is a girl with pale blond hair who’s even quieter than I am. Like a wraith, she slips in and out of class. I don’t think anyone realizes she’s present except for me, because I am on the hunt for friends.
Through chance, she gets to class and slides into the empty seat next to me.
I should take this opportunity. I need to say something witty. Maybe about the rainy weather? Or what about today’s subject? According to the syllabus, we’ll be talking about the ancient Romans and their use of concrete as a building material. So I look over at her, smile brightly, and what comes out of my mouth is, “Rain and concrete today!”
She gives me a startled look and shrinks down into her seat.
I probably deserved that. I hunch down in my own seat and stare miserably at the front of the lecture hall. Rain and concrete? Really, Daisy?
The class passes miserably slowly, and even my interest on the subject can’t save things. When class is over, I take my time gathering my things and pretend to study my notes intently. Everyone files out ahead of me, and I’m the last one out the door.
When I exit into the hall, Nick is waiting for me.
My Nick is beautiful, but he’s utterly foreign to the bland students of Minnesota U. Even though he is wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a polo collar, I can see the tattoos on his neck of the knife, the spiderweb. His hands are covered with Cyrillic writing, and if his arms were exposed, they would be covered with even more tattoos. They tell a bloodthirsty history, and anyone in Europe, I am told, would give him wide berth at the sight of them. Here in the middle of nowhere, America, they simply think he is odd. Maybe a gang member. And his beautiful pale eyes light up at the sight of me.
My spirits are down, but I manage a smile for him and tilt my face up for a kiss. Nick pulls me in close and his mouth brushes over mine, and his touch never fails to send a shiver down my spine. I love this man. I would kill for him.
I have killed for him.
“You look tired, milaya moya,” he tells me as he wraps an arm around my waist. “Long day?”
“Just a lot of homework,” I tell him, and lean in to inhale his scent. I never get tired of anything Nick. Ever. I could bask in his attention all day. Even his presence here is like a balm to me. “How was your class?”
“Good,” he tells me. His classes are always “good.” Later, he might show me his artwork, but not here.
When we get outside, Nick immediately pulls out an umbrella and holds it over me. I try to take it from him, but he insists on holding it. “Are you not mine to care for?” he says, a smile on his mouth.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tease him back, when I notice a huddled group under the building awning, hiding from the rain. It’s Joanne and Maggie, two girls I was friendly with last semester. They see me with Nick and immediately start whispering, even as he holds the umbrella over me like I’m some sort of princess.
I want to make a silly joke about it. About how Nick is a sweetheart and just an over-protective fiancé with reasons for worrying about my safety.
But the words stick like glue in my throat, and I remain silent as we head to the parking lot and Nick’s car.
After dinner, Nick and I work on our homework together. Normally we also try to do a bit of handiwork around the apartment, but I plead a reprieve tonight, feigning a headache. I don’t have it in me to grout tile or paint walls or hold screwdrivers while Nick cusses at the wiring.
Instead, we snuggle on the couch, and Nick traces the lines of my hand with his fingers. He’s got such long, strong fingers that I could study them for hours. They’re the hands of an artist and an assassin, and it’s a fascinating dichotomy to me. He is so many things, and I am just weird Daisy. Weird, useless Daisy.
I make a frustrated sound in my throat.
Lazily, Nick looks over at me, his expression full of contentment. “Hmm?”
“Nick, do you think I’m weird? Be honest.”
“Weird?” I cup her beautiful face in my hands. There is nothing strange about her other than that she loves me. That is the true oddity. “You are beautiful and unique blossom, and every morning that I awake and you are slumbering in my arms, I am astonished anew by my good fortune. You are antithesis of weird.”
I press my lips upon her before she can respond. When she opens her mouth, my tongue sweeps in and I swallow her protests. Does she not know how precious she is? In this world of cynicism and indifference, her bright interest and joy in all things is a rare and glorious thing. Another woman would not have welcomed me into her heart.
Yes, there are those who look upon me with sexual intent. They see my strong body, my tattoos, and believe that I can deliver to them an experience that they have not yet encountered. But few of those who gaze at me with lust in their eyes would love me as my own sacred Daisy.
I have many marks on my body. There are temporary ones that I wish were etched into my skin with a laser. Those are the ones made by the hand of my Daisy. The small crescent gouges, bite marks, and scratches are treasured signs of her possession of me. I wear these with pride. If anyone should ask about the bruise on my neck, I would smugly reply it is the brand of my woman.
The permanent ones I regret.
Once I reveled in the fear generated by the sight of the crude needle and homemade ink tattoos on my hands, my neck, and my arms. For so long I had lived by the motto inscribed on my chest. Death is a mercy.
There are those in this world who need killing, and many died at my hands. I told them—and myself—that the ending of their life was a benevolent act.
My life is different now and, as I can see by the unhappy face beside me, it is the same for Daisy. Her distress is palpable. I could give it shape with a pencil and chalk. Like all my paintings, it would be dark with hard edges.
My advisor at our school remarks that I need more variance in my images. I cannot, he criticizes, express only one emotion.
He is wrong if he believes I have only one. I am racing along the spectrum of ebullience to misery which, I have perceived from my short studies, is the emotional archetype of every successful artist throughout history. Maudlin sentiment followed by rages of passion are common traits in the greats.
It is merely that I am new to these responses. Before Daisy, I was detached. It was out of necessity and then habit. When one killed for a living, not knowing who the next mark would be, creating connections to others was unwise.
It has taken me a while to recognize that the heat generated by one text from Daisy is pleasure rather than apprehension. That my art is one-dimensional is unfortunate, but perhaps moroseness will be the signature of a Nikolai Andrushko work.
No, Nick Anders.
I am now Nick Anders, not the child ubitsya who was trained by the warrior of the Petrovich Bratva nor the killer who hired out to eliminate threats and avenge wrongs. I no longer view life down the scope of my rifle, identifying target after target.
I am Nick Anders, engaged lover of Daisy Miller, and aspiring artist. According to the university brochures, at the age of twenty-five, I am a nontraditional student. What it means, however, is that I care more about my classes than most of the other students. From my observation, college courses are merely the time one spends between drinking and doing drugs and having sex with strangers.
The art students find me attractive, yet Daisy’s friends—her classmates—are frightened of me and by extension of her. We have had no parties and no friends have visited, and I can see by the pained light of Daisy’s eyes that she tries to hide from me that this is problematic.
I part her blouse, unbuttoning the fastenings swiftly.
“No,” I whisper reverently against her soft and delicate skin. The pulse at her neck flutters wildly. I press a kiss there as well. “You are not strange or weird. Maybe different because you find joy in the things that others overlook, but never odd. And if others would judge you, then they are not fit to walk in the dust left by your shoes or drink your piss.”
She chokes at my crudity and pushes me off. “I don’t think anyone should have to drink my piss, Nick.”
Shrugging, I rub my thumbs over the planes of her collarbones. Every part of Daisy’s body is beautiful to me from the bumps on her knuckles to her dimpled thighs. I want to drown in the lushness of her body. “To some it would be a reward.”
“That’s never going to happen,” she warns with a laugh.
“Then let me drink from your cunt and I will be satisfied.”
Daisy groans. “Nick, what am I going to do with you?”
“Allow me to love you. That is all I ask.” I am begging but unashamedly, for there is nothing that exists in my world that is more important than to serve her.
“I do.” She sighs and draws me to her. “Always.”
I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. Together we remove her blouse and pants along with my clothes until we are flesh to flesh. We lie facing each other on the bed, and I trace her generous curves with my hand. Later tonight, when she is sated and her eyes are slumberous from her orgasm, I will sketch her and try to capture her essence. I am never successful, for she is otherworldly in her beauty—at least in my eyes, and mine are the only ones that matter.
She came to me an innocent and much of it still remains despite the fact that I have ravished her repeatedly. She is knowledgeable in all the right areas, I conclude.
“Tell me, kotehok, what is this weirdness you speak of.”
Her hands are mapping the muscles and sinew of my chest. My body was as much a weapon as my gun or knife, so it is hard. We are a study of contrasts—my angular planes against her bountiful curves. It is as it should be. I still hone my body with running and martial arts because Daisy finds so much delight in my hardness. And while our lives are not in constant danger, I want to be able to protect her from any harm.
“I can’t seem to make friends with my classmates. I’m older than some but not that much older. And I look different. It’s not just my clothes, but there’s something about me that must set them off.” She exhales heavily and rolls onto her back.
I try not to notice that the exhale pushes her tits up or that her movement causes an enticing jiggle in her form. My cock notes these actions, however, and readies itself for a bout of play. Tucking it away would probably bring more attention to my inappropriate erection. I shift slightly so it is not pushing its insistent wet head into her hip. She does need something more from me than my penis, although I do not know what I can give to her.
If the threat were external, I could easily exterminate it. Those girls who giggle behind their hands could be dust in seconds. Yet, I know that is not the response Daisy needs or wants.
“You are different,” I admit. “So am I. We will never be the carefree youths we see about the campus. The dark hand of loss and suffering have shaped us into creatures who cannot be ordinary, as much as you may long for that. However, your irrepressible joy in life feeds me in a way that bread and water cannot. And Regan too responded to you in a like manner. I think these girls need only to know you better. To know you is to love you.”
Her head turns and the smile is chasing away the clouds of discontentment. That small signal of approval makes the blood surge through me like a tidal wave.
“You are completely biased, you know that right? I think sex has brainwashed you.”
“If that is true, then I welcome it. I would never want to be right headed if my world view did not have you at its center. Come kotenok, let me love you as a man should love his woman.”
With feline grace, she stretches provocatively against the sheets. Her nude frame is a decadent vision in the low light of our room and the black as sin sheets. “If it will make you feel better, I submit to your attentions.”
“If we were in Russia, you would call me Kolya,” I murmur against her breast. Her dusky nipple hardens under my breath even before I can wet her skin with my tongue and mouth. Anticipation of the pleasure I will bring to her is already igniting a fire deep within.
“Kolya,” she repeats huskily. “Make love to me.”
“I thought you would never ask.”
My tongue laps a lazy path from one peak to the other, working each taut bud of skin into a hard point. She arches beneath me, pushing the lush flesh deeper into my mouth. I oblige her unspoken command and suck harder, the sides of my cheeks hollowing out as I devour her sensitive skin.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Jessica Clare and Jen Frederick bring readers a new novella in the Hitman series. If readers were wondering how on earth Nick and Daisy would make it in the real world after their happy-ever-after, this is that story. With the same intense characters, a lot of hot love scenes and just enough mystery and suspense to bring it all together, Last Hit: Reloaded is a definitely a hit! The Hitman series is one that seems to produce some strong feelings in readers for one reason or another. Personally, I liked it a lot because of the intensity of the characters that Clare and Frederick have created. Readers first met both Nick and Daisy in Last Hit where they ended up together despite the odds stacked against them. Nick was a former assassin and Daisy had led such a sheltered life that their normal was anything but. I loved the powerful connection between them and was so happy to see that the authors decided to continue their story in Last Hit: Reloaded. The story picks up with Nick and Daisy now living in America. They have begun their new life together but fitting into a normal everyday existence is proving a little harder than they imagined. Nick has to learn to channel is assassin urges and his deep need to protect Daisy, while Daisy struggles to fit in with her new classmates and longs to make new friends. It was interesting to see these characters in such an unfamiliar environment. I loved seeing Nick start to interact with people in the real world and the way he was able to see a different side to life. Daisy, however had in me in agony. I hurt for her as she tried to find a way to fit in. I wanted to reach out and grab some of her coeds and shake them for not understanding her awkwardness and shyness. When she did make a friend, Nick got worried and he had good reason. A lot of things happened in this short novella and good deal of it was sexually related. These two might be intense outside the bedroom, but inside it, they were simply explosive. Together they could tackle anything and their love for each other was present throughout the book but their sexual connection was just as important to the story. I liked the fact that Clare and Fredrick understood that a guy like Nick could not possibly be vanilla in the bedroom. He rocked every scene and readers will not be disappointed. Bottom Line: If you liked any of the Hitman books, you won't want to miss this InterMix novella. A topnotch addition to the series, with the same intensity and mind blowing suspense that will keep readers coming back again and again. Clare and Frederick mesh well together giving readers a cohesive and smoothly flowing story, with powerful love scenes and a mystery that will keep you guessing, as well as, a great after, the happily-ever-after story.
Who knew russian assassins were so HOT? I LOVED Nick & Daisy. These days with the romance market seemingly over run with sparkly vampires and such, it was refreshing to read about a russian hitman and his love. I really couldnt put it down. If you dont like to read sex though, then it may have too much for you. There is plenty of it and its SMOKING HOT! ARC for an objective review.
I love Nick and Daisy. For that they are a 5.. But there is no threat from the shadows, no real story and for that i had to give this a 3. I feel like this story was unfinished. Could have been a great story line with the cop. Christine was boring and a disappointment. Where the Last Hit was a 10 this felt thrown together.
Last Hit was the first book I read by Jen Frederick and Jessica Clare and I absolutely loved it. It was fast paced, fascinating, dark, hot, and so many other good things all wrapped into one book. I loved seeing Nikolai and Daisy in the next book in the series, but it wasn't the long exposure I would've liked so this novella put me right where I wanted to be, back in their world. This maybe a novella, but it has the feeling of a novel. The story starts with Nikolai and Daisy settled and trying to live civilian lives. You'd think it'd be a mundane thing, but it's not. They've both been through so much and with their unconventional bringing up, they're finding it easy to cleave to one another but hard to fit in. Plus with Nikolai, rather Nick's expertise, he's still always on the lookout to make sure his woman is safe. I really liked seeing them trying to assimilate. It was hard sometimes because their hearts were in the right places but it didn't seem like they were getting the results they wanted. I loved how Daisy encouraged Nick to follow what he was talented at, when he doubted himself. And for everyone who thinks this book will be boring, let me reassure you, there's plenty of action. Much of it made me cringe. Daisy has an amazing heart, but she needs to pick her "friends" better. I loved seeing Nick handle Daisy's need for freedom and balance his need for constant surveillance. I also loved getting a glimpse of Daniel and Reagan. I look forward to seeing more of them in the future. I was also unaware there is going to be a third book in the series, but now that I know, I'm super excited to read about Naomi and Vasily!
Overall Rating: 4.5 Rockin’ Stars True love will overcome all boundaries and find a way…it will not be denied! This is a remarkable novella by an incredible team of writers, Jen Frederick and Jessica Clare. It begins after the end of the second book in the Hitman series and is a continuation of Nick and Daisy’s story. In this novella the reader will get a look at the life they have made together in American. The path that the two lovers embark on is not an easy journey, especially when they are trying to find normal where normal is abnormal in both their previous lives. We are drawn into Nick and Daisy’s new life. They are trying to establish a new life, a new identity and a new norm together. Nick’s love for Daisy is without reservations or restrictions. She owns him body and soul and he would do anything to protect her. He knows that something is bothering her and needs to find out what it is so that he can take care of the problem. Daisy loves Nick and is willing to sacrifice anything for him. She just doesn’t understand why everyone is keeping her at arm’s length at school. Could it be that they are afraid of Nick? Once upon a time she had been frightened by him. How can she help him with his new start in becoming an American if his past is always just around the corner? Will they be able to put the past behind and live their HEA? Sometimes the past refuses to release those that try to flee, especially when that past is out for revenge no matter the cost! Daisy and Nick will need to depend on each other and Nick’s skills to survive what is coming after them. Hero: Nick 4.5 stars Heroine: Daisy 4.5 stars Plot: 4.5 stars Steam Level: 4.5 stars Cliffhanger: No Would I recommend this book: Yes! Reformed bad boy protects and cares for his sexy innocent one and only in this hot read about their life together and their HEA. Would I recommend this author: Yes! Two heads are definitely better than one and this amazing series proves that point! The collaboration by these two amazing authors is evident in the product they produce for their readers. Their characters are well developed and defined while the story’s many twist keep you actively involved. The Hit Man Series is a must read! ***Received an ARC of this book from the Author in exchange for an honest review***
Can I tell you...... I LOVE this series! Jen should add McFadden. Patiently waiting for Naomi.
A continuation from the Hitman series featuring Nick and Daisy, Last Hit: Reloaded focuses on their lives after. After the murder and mayhem, while they are just trying to live their lives and continue. Yet, Nick isn’t able to leave his past behind and is continuously on the lookout for trouble. Daisy is trying to live a comfortable quiet life, but is having issues with making friends and fitting in at college. A short scene in the life of Nick and Daisy, I enjoyed entering their world again. I have a soft spot for Nick and the journey he has endured. A former hitman, Nick is hard but Daisy gives him just enough soft to make him a true hero. Never backing down and extremely loyal, Nick is a tried and true killer who tries to hide his true nature to be more of what Daisy wants and needs. Through it all, Nick and Daisy still have a strong connection, no matter what happens. An excellent addition to the series, with a few new characters added, I fell back into the world of the Hitman series with no problems. I’m looking forward to Last Kiss and returning to Russia. Without a doubt I feel that you need to read the previous books in the series, both for continuity and to enjoy the book and really know the past motivations of the characters.
This is the next installment of the Hitman series that Jen Frederick and Jessica Clare are writing together where we go back to Nick and Daisy as they try to handle normal college life in a way that neither of them have really had to deal with before. Of course, things can't always be 'normal' with one of this duo's hit series. Things get tense and Nick gets more protective of his Daisy. Can the hitman in Nick stay hidden in the crowd on a regular college campus? A new danger comes forward and well as a new ally? The chemistry between the two is as spicy as ever and you won't regret picking up this novella. I received this as an ARC for an unbiased review.
Nick n diasy are awesome.
4 - The small details are often the most important. Stars! Last Hit: Reloaded takes us back to Daisy and Nick, and gives us a continuation of their story (you definitely need to read Last Hit, to appreciate this novella fully). Trying to live a normal everyday life doesn’t come without its struggles for both of them, Daisy having lead and isolated existence, and Nick having lived an insular solitary life prior, both of them struggle to integrate comfortably into college life, and the normal routines of day-to-day living in general. People who are afraid have fearful things at home. It was really enjoyable to catch up with them both, and although this is a novella Jen and Jessica have managed to pack a generous amount of storyline into it. As you would expect the life they are trying to live together is a massive adjustment for them both, and I found it both heart-breaking and heart-warming at times. Reading of the lengths Nick is prepared to go to, to make Daisy happy as well as keep her safe without stifling her, and equally the measures Daisy was prepared to take to keep Nick from going back to his old ways in order to protect her the way he is naturally inclined to do. The sexy times are hot, the suspense interesting and route the story takes is not as you initially expect. The door is definitely left open for this couple, as well as the secondary characters, and I really hope that we have an opportunity to see more of them all in future books. Last Kiss is due in May, Vasily and Naomi’s story is one I have been waiting impatiently for since Last Breath. I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED! My thanks as always to the marvelous Jen Frederick for providing me with an ARC; it was an absolute pleasure to provide the above honest review in exchange.
Last Hit: Reloaded is a novella at only 134 pages, I read it in one sitting, but it feels like more than that. The book feels like more than just a quick check in with our hero and heroine. It feels complete. Once again we get Nick's point of view every other chapter while reading and I really think that just helps make the book. I love all things Nick, but I really love the way he thinks things through. Everything is so simple in Nick's mind, people are just going to do what he wants, it's that easy. Nick is still being a little melodramatic but it wouldn't be Nick without it and I don't think I would love it as much. And Daisy, we can't forget Daisy, that girl is crazy. In the best kind of way. She's just the sweetest person you've ever met... until she starts talking about suffocating her friend from college. Daisy is like an Autobot, she's more than meets the eye. And this is where my notes took a dangerous turn at 2:30am. Sometimes I get a bit delusional that late/early so I just go to bed. Crazy notes aside, I just loved this book, I can't really tell you what it is about because I worry I wouldn't be able to stop myself and then I'll tell you all the good stuff. While this is definitely a novella because the page numbers are lower, it felt complete to me. This wasn't just a check in to see how Nick and Daisy are doing, but it helped to move along their relationship. I'm excited to read book 3, Last Kiss, later this year, but I'm also hoping that we'll get additional books with Nick and Daisy in the future. The ending of this book gave me some hope that we will be getting more from them, and maybe even a bit about a dirty cop. Oh and something I forgot to mention, Last Hit: Reloaded is another hot read. There are quite a few scenes for such a short book, but it never feels like it is too much. Sometimes, especially in short books if can feel like overload, but I didn't fell that way while reading. It was a nice mix. If you can't tell I loved Last Hit: Reloaded. I love this whole series. If you haven't met one of my favorite (retired) hit men then you need to start with Last Hit, but just get to reading.
Nick and Daisy are sort of living in a bubble, a slice of their own world. Both aren’t really up on “current” pastimes or lifestyles but their world works for them. Without giving any spoilers, the best part of this book for me was how Nick starts to relate to “real” people. It will touch your heart. It should be said that this book has LOTS of sex. Really. You’ve been warned, in a good way. I was given a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
If you liked Last Hit, you'll love catching up with Nick and Daisy. This steamy short story details what happens next, from trying to blend in at university classes and making friends, to accidentally getting involved with more murderous events. It is a must read for Last Hit fans.