NEW DARK ROMANCE by Heather C. Leigh
Meet Miri (Junkie) and Jagger (Boss) in the Broken Doll Series!
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Junkie
Book Summary
I’m a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore. I’ll do anything to get my next fix.
Anything.
Including walking right onto the property of Austin’s most ruthless and feared drug
lord to beg for some H. I don’t know his name, only that people call him Boss. Oh,
and that he won’t think twice to put a bullet in my head.
But like I said, I’ll do anything to get my next fix. Even if it costs me my life.
Or changes it forever.
This is my first book by Heather C Leigh so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I didn’t read reviews of her previous books because I didn’t want others opinions to persuade me in any direction. I wanted to go in blind and be surprised by reaction. And surprised I was.
I was expecting a very dark and twisted story, and I got that. But I was not expecting the surprising heartfelt gestures from the drug lord. And he himself was surprised by what he was doing, but he knew deep down why.
Boss is Austin’s king drug lord and he’s ruthless. He killed his predecessor before him and knows what it takes to maintain his rule. Miri is the junkie who somehow finds herself at his doorstep going through the beginning stages of withdrawal from heroin.
Surprising himself, Boss takes in Miri and has this overwhelming need to take care of her. Boss has not been able to forgive himself of things in his past and he’s hoping that Miri is his way of fixing those wrongs. However, Miri proves to be quite the spitfire when she’s not jonesing for a fix.
The dynamics between Boss and Miri are quite interesting. These two definitely go nose to nose a few times and the fire between them is stoked, ALOT. But Miri know that nothing comes free in the drug world.
The history of both Miri and Boss really play into this story. It explains a lot of how they got to this point and the decisions they continue to make. Even though these two are completely different, there attraction couldn’t be any more intense. But Boss knows that in the drug world, anything you are extremely protective of, will also become your biggest weakness.
I love the story that Heather has developed and I am quite intrigued as to how all this will play out in the next book, Jagger.
Excerpt
Boss gives Miri a hit
Despite Miri’s disgusting appearance, her nasty addiction to heroin, and the
fact that her maybeboyfriend had been stealing from me to feed her habit, I felt
responsible for her. It was my shit she got hooked on, and she just seemed… frail
and in need of someone to take care of her. It was almost as if she were sent here as
penance for my past failures to take care of my mom and sister.
Besides, Miri intruded on my property. She knew where I lived. I couldn’t
just toss her out. It was highly unlikely, but she could call the cops and get them
down here with a warrant in the blink of an eye.
Better to get her dosed up and calmed down before trying to talk.
“Jase,” I barked.
One of my men immediately appeared at my side. “Yes, Boss.”
“Bring me the kit.”
With a sharp nod, he left the room and reappeared in less than two minutes
to hand me a small zippered pouch. “Here you go, Boss.”
“All of you leave,” I ordered as I began prepping the kit. One by one, I lined
the items up on the table, in the order I would need them. Everyone obeyed my
command but one.
“Boss, come on…”
“Milo, don’t push me any further tonight.” I turned to give my lieutenant a
dark stare that said don’t fuck with me. He better not press his thoughts in front of a
stranger.
Milo’s lips pressed tight as he struggled to keep his mouth shut and follow
my orders. Nothing new from the big, strongwilled man. He was very opinionated
at times. Tense and agitated, Milo gave in and agreed. “Fine. I’m going home then,
Boss.”
“See you in the morning.” I dismissed Milo and returned my attentions to
the sweaty, gross, trembling girl in my kitchen.
Using an alcohol pad, I wiped my hands to kill any germs. Then I picked up
a tiny packet of white powder, careful not to spill any, and poured it into a spoon
designed to lie on a flat surface without tilting. The rubber tourniquet was long
compared to Miri’s razorthin arm. I knotted it around the tiny limb, holding back a
pained grimace at touching her filthy skin. When I glanced up to check on her, I
found Miri watching intently. I blinked and tore my gaze away from those wide
green eyes to search for a vein. There wasn’t a single usable one on her
scarriddled arm.
“Shit,” I muttered when an inspection of her other arm turned up the same.
“II use my feet.” Miri’s voice was so soft I nearly missed her response.
Caught in the sliver of emerald in those captivating eyes, it took me a minute
to reply.
“All right.” I removed the tourniquet, put it around a slender ankle, and
placed her left foot on the floor to get better blood flow to the extremity. A single
bluish vein stood out, surrounded by a halfdozen faded and fresh track marks.
“There it is.” I grabbed another alcohol pad and swabbed the area. Syringe in hand,
I uncapped a vial of sterile water and drew up a small amount, adding it to the
powered opiate in the spoon. Using a lighter, I cooked the drugs until the mixture
was reduced to a clear, bubbling liquid. As I waited for the chemicals to cool, Miri
became frantic.
“IIt’s okay. I ccan take it hot. Really. II don’t mind. Please…”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not safe. You could blow a vein or worse.”
“I don’t care! Give it to me.” She started to struggle in the chair, in danger of
tipping it over again.
Fed the fuck up with today’s events and bullshit in general, I caught her chin
between my thumb and forefingers and pinched hard enough to hold her still.
“Stop this immediately or you’ll get nothing. Listen carefully, because I’m
only going to say it once. I’m never, ever hospitable to intruders, so you should
consider yourself lucky to still be breathing right now and not being driven to a
remote location where no one will ever find your body.”
Those dull eyes widened with fear and her lip trembled. “Okay, okay. I’m
ggood. I’ll be good. I’m ssorry.”
I ripped open another alcohol swab and wiped off my fingers. Filthy junkie.
Once the mixture was cool, I drew it up into the syringe using a filtered needle and
made sure the air was out.
“Ready?” I’m not sure why I bothered—I knew the answer before the
question was asked.
“Yes, please, please, please.” Miri vibrated with anticipation.
Despite the fact I grew up around drugs, despised drug use, watched my
family implode from drug addiction and never once allowed anyone to get high in
my house or permitted drug use among my employees, I went against everything I
believed personally and stuck the needle into the vein on Miri’s foot. I pulled back
to watch as dark red blood entered the syringe. With visual confirmation I hit a
vein, I removed the tourniquet and slowly injected the opiate into her system until
the syringe was empty. Working efficiently, I cleaned up the kit, put the used items
in a container for the staff to dispose of, and washed my hands at the sink.
Then I sat down and waited.
BOOK TRAILER
Meet Heather C. Leigh
Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes
to write about the ‘dark’ side of fame. The part that the public doesn’t get to see,
how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta,
GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.
She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white
chocolate, everyone knows it’s not real chocolate so it doesn’t count) and has left
explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and
sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked
good time.
My favorite authors are Dan Wells, Ken Follett, and Stephen King.
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