Last Breath [Hitman, #2] by Jessica Clare
Publication Date: March 24th, 2014
Self Published | Kindle Edition
Adult Fiction | Suspense | Romance
Rating: 3 out of 5 Stars
I never really knew what misery was until the day I was kidnapped and sold for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Two months later, I’m at a brothel in Rio when I meet Daniel Hays. He says he’s here to save me, but can I trust him? All I know of him are his sarcastic retorts and his tendency to solve every dispute with his gun. He’s also the only safe thing in my world, and I know it’s wrong to fall in love with him, but I can’t seem to help myself. He says he’ll protect me until his last breath but I don’t know if I should believe him or even if I can.
For the last eighteen months, I’ve had one goal: to find my kidnapped sister. I’ve left the Army, turned paid hit man, and have befriended criminals all across the globe. In every brothel I raid or every human trafficking truck I stop, her face is the one I’m desperate to see. In Rio, I find Regan Porter, bruised but not broken and still sane despite her weeks in hell. I should leave her behind or send her home because the last thing either of us needs is to get involved. But with every passing minute, I find I can’t let her go.
The last we’ve heard about Reagan, we were told she was sold as a sex slave somewhere in Russia. Before the events of Last Hit concluded, it was alluded that Daniel had found her. I was relieved, because Reagan was a victim of being in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Admittedly, I expected (and hoped) that the author would just give us a perfunctory summary of what had happened to her while she was gone.
I was wrong. So wrong.
In great, explicit detail, Clare told us exactly the kind of debasement she’d suffered through the hands of her captors and “owners”. To be honest, all the depravity had turned me off any future sexual relation that would be in store for Reagan and Daniel. I just don’t think those kind of stories were great preamble to their relationship. I feel that in as much as Reagan needed time to heal, the readers, too needed time to cope with the what had happened to Reagan. Personally, I spent a lot of time grimacing through any sexual intercourse between them. That’s not to say I didn’t think they were hot. Daniel has a dirty mouth on him. And in normal circumstances, I’d find that lovely. Not this time, though.
In my opinion, they jumped in way too fast. Almost too easy, that the things that had happened to Reagan didn’t hold any relevance. I’m not sure if the author was trying to make a case for the kind of trust Reagan has on Daniel, but I wasn’t convinced someone with her immediate past would be so casual about sex with another man after going through what she did. In Daniel’s defence, he asked for her total acquiescence before doing the deed. However, it still made me feel uncomfortable, to say the least.
Despite that, I admire Jessica Clare’s chutzpah. She doesn’t pull any punches. She’s brutally honest. I may be a bit traumatized, but I think there’s no other way to tell these type of stories. It was every bit as close to reality as I’d hoped to never know.