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Canary, an all-new not-to-be-missed, enemies-to-lovers standalone mafia romance from New York Times bestselling author Tijan is available now!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We were on the front lines in that world, the mafia world.
There was nothing soft or glamorous about it.
Who you were before no longer mattered. Names didn\u2019t exist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I joined anyway. I had no other choice because they took my sister.
Join. Find her. Try and make it out alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he won me in a poker game.
I hated him instantly, thinking he was like my other bosses before him.
He wasn\u2019t. He was worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He wasn\u2019t just cold. He was dead inside.
It didn\u2019t matter that he was gorgeous.
He was the most lethal thing I\u2019d ever met.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was also the only person who could keep me alive, if he didn\u2019t kill me himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A\/N This is a 102k mafia\/cartel standalone.
This is the most violent book Tijan has ever written.
Trigger warning: references to sexual violence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCanaries sing to save lives. I sing and people die.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Be captivated today!<\/strong>
FREE in Kindle Unlimited
Amazon: https:\/\/amzn.to\/3lwKyNn
Amazon Worldwide: http:\/\/mybook.to\/canary<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Add Canary to Goodreads: https:\/\/bit.ly\/3Cknqr7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Review by Twinsie Melinda<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I received a copy of this book from the author for an honest review.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Can I just say what a ride this was? There is so much action and things going on that kept me flipping the pages. The holly crap that just happened came to mind several times in this book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Raize is in the mafia and acquires \u201cGirl\u201d or is it Brooke or Carrie\u2026really what is a name with this girl she keeps changing it to stay alive. No on can figure out what her real agenda is or it could be her end. She is a strong and sassy heroin at times. Raize wanted her for her abilities that makes her valuable to Raize even though she does not like when she is made to use it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Raize is a stone-cold killer and is unreadable at times. He trusts no one but Girl is different. He only has a select team around him. If you thought or found out you were not with him, he had no problem putting you down. I did enjoy seeing the dynamics between Raize, his team and Girl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t want to give anything away in this look because it was so good. I thoroughly enjoyed learning things as it all unraveled. There is so many twists and turns and SAY WHAT! I didn\u2019t see that coming during this read. I also liked who Tijan brought in a few characters from her other books even if it was just for a moment it was nice to see them and how they interacted with Raize or how they help move the story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cI\u2026\u201d I didn\u2019t even know. I couldn\u2019t explain what I didn\u2019t know. \u201cAsk me about Jake in a different way.\u201d
\u201cThere is no other way.\u201d
\u201cYou know there is! Ask it in a different way.\u201d I shoved up to my feet. This was the fight here.
I was sick of the killing.
I could not handle one more body, especially not someone I knew.
My chest heaved. \u201cAsk it in a different way.\u201d
I liked Jake. I was hurt by what he said, but he wasn\u2019t on my list anymore.
I frowned. \u201cWhat happened with Cavers?\u201d
\u201cNone of your business!\u201d he erupted, his hands flying in the air, but he was moving farther away from me. His back hit the wall, and he let me see him, how haunted he was, how stricken. He let it all out for me to see and read, though I wasn\u2019t sure he knew it. \u201cI don\u2019t run my decisions through some pussy I like plowing.\u201d
Okay, now I was mad.
\u201cTake that back,\u201d I said quietly.
He swore, low and long. Then he moved, flipping a chair into the wall. It impaled there, and the wall held it. It looked like an abstract piece of art.
\u201cTake it back!\u201d I clipped out, folding my arms over my chest.
He looked away.
I didn\u2019t know what was going on here, but fuck him if he didn\u2019t take back calling me pussy he liked to plow.
I screamed, \u201cTake it back!\u201d
\u201cNo!\u201d He was across the room and in my face in the next second. I braced myself, but he didn\u2019t touch me.
He stopped just short of it, his breath in my cheek, his eyes taking me in, scanning my face.
He was panicking.
I saw it now, lurking there.
Good! That filled me with satisfaction.
My chest started pounding.
No, that was my heart.
It was thumping in my chest, getting stronger, faster\u2014a steady and powerful beat now. I could feel it all the way to my toes\u2014in my fingers, my neck. His eyes lingered on my lips.
He couldn\u2019t look away.
Stark hunger flashed in his eyes, and he raised a hand, holding it in the air.
It curved gently, as if he wanted to touch my neck, or the side of my face.
But he didn\u2019t move. He just held it there, a few inches from my skin.
His eyes lifted to mine. \u201cYou bitch.\u201d
My heart still pounded, trying to reach him. \u201cYou\u2019re a murdering asshole,\u201d I whispered back, seething.
\u201cWhat?\u201dhe sneered. \u201cYou want to fuck now? Forget you put a fucking gun to your head?\u201d
\u201cDon\u2019t kill Jake.\u201d
He pressed into me, his eyes wild, on the edge of control. \u201cWhy?\u201d His breath was hot on me. He bent down, his eyes glittering now.
Then he found his control. He rested one hand against the wall, next to my head. The other found my hip and slid up, moving under my shirt, raising it.
God. I almost moaned.
Wetness flooded me, and I started to throb.
I wanted him.
So fucking bad.
He bent and his lips grazed over mine, my cheeks, my chin. Tingles raced through me.
Jesus.
I wanted him deep inside of me. I shifted, pressing against him, and both of us groaned from the contact.
I began moving, a slow grind, and he was quiet, grinding back.
This was different from the other times.
The terms had flipped. Roles were changing. Everything was being upended between us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

About Tijan<\/strong>
Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She\u2019s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new series from north Minnesota where she lives with an English Cocker she adores.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connect with Tijan<\/strong>
Amazon: https:\/\/amzn.to\/30oxe0f
Facebook:http:\/\/bit.ly\/2vreAub
Twitter: http:\/\/bit.ly\/2Vx4DpD
Instagram: http:\/\/bit.ly\/2PyLhwy
Reader Group: http:\/\/bit.ly\/38bz8nQ
Audiomen Group: https:\/\/bit.ly\/3bFFKgB
Goodreads: http:\/\/bit.ly\/2EcGBqB<\/p>\n\n\n

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