Friday, October 6, 2023

Hate Like Honey (Corsican Crime Lord, #2) by Charmaine Pauls ~ Blog Tour with Excerpt


The price I paid to claim her cost me too dearly to ever let her go.

Hate Like Honey, a steamy, enemies to lovers, and highly anticipated second book in the dark mafia Corsican Crime Lord Series from USA Today bestselling author Charmaine Pauls, is available now!

A deal sealed with a handshake promised she’d be mine. A broken vow ripped her from my future. I made unspeakable sacrifices to claim what rightfully belongs to me. After all the blood I shed in her name, the bond that ties us is hatred. The war cost us both dearly, but the price we paid won’t be in vain. I’ll never let her go.

If she thinks she can escape her destiny, she hasn’t seen the worst of me yet.

If she thinks she knows the devil in me, she’s about to meet the monster.

Note: Hate Like Honey is the second book in the Corsican Crime Lord series and ends on a cliffhanger. Sabella and Angelo's story continues in Tears Like Acid, Book Three.

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Sweeping Sabella into my arms, I hurry with her to the shelter of the cave. The engine of

the boat sounds when I reach the rock enclosure, but I don’t bother to look back. I sit, pulling her

onto my lap.

“Get away from me,” she says, trying to break out of the cage of my arms.

I rub her biceps through my jacket. “You need to get warm.”

“What I need is for you to stop touching me,” she screams, finally managing to scurry off

my lap.

She lands on all fours, my jacket slipping off her shoulders. I reach for her ankle, but she

claws her way like a crab through the sand to the other side of the cave and pushes her back

against the wall. There, she sits shivering, watching me with a terrified expression.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” I raise my hands in a placating gesture. “I already told you


She spits the word at me. “But?”

I make to move. “But you need to get warm.”

She flattens herself against the rock. “Stay away from me.”

“Sabella.” Frustration rides on my words. “I want to help.”

“Help?” She utters an ugly laugh. “Like you helped my dad?”

A sob racks her shoulders.

Using my most reasonable voice, I say, “You know why it had to be done.” I don’t want to

mention my mother or my sister. I don’t want those memories to cloud my judgment with anger.

Not now. Not now that she needs me.

Her accusation bounces off the roof of the cave. “I can’t even go to the police. You must be

fucking ecstatic about that.”

“I’m not ecstatic about anything.”

I try to advance again, but she shakes her head so vehemently that wet tendrils of her hair

stick to her cheeks.

My patience is running out. I make myself stern. “Be reasonable, Sabella.”

“Reasonable?” She laughs again. “Why? Because you’re so reasonable, you heartless,

deceitful, murdering son of a bitch?”

I grit my teeth at the insults, but I let them slide. After all, I earned every name she called

me. “You’ll catch pneumonia.”

Her upper lip curls. “Like you care.”

“You know I do.”

Her tone is biting. “Is that why you came to the hospital?” Then sarcastic as her volume

rises again. “Because you cared? No, wait. It was only to shave me. You’re a sick pervert.”

“I wanted to see my mark.” As if the thought alone is a magnet, my gaze is drawn to her

lower body. “It healed nicely. Very pretty.” And like the pervert she accused me of being, that

thought makes me hard.

She picks up a handful of sand and throws it at my face. “Go fuck yourself.”

My reflexes are good. I duck in time. “We’ve been through that, haven’t we?”

“Are you getting off on this?” she asks, sparks shooting from her eyes. “Is that why you’re

tormenting me?”

“Tormenting you has never entered the equation.” I add with warning, “Not yet, but if you

keep this up, it may.”

“Just—” She spears her fingers through her hair and cups her head. “Just stay away.”

“I can never stay away from you.”

She drops her hands and curls her fingers like claws into the sand. “What the hell else do

you want from me? You’ve taken all my firsts. Everything. What else can you possibly want?”

The answer is simple. “You.”

“Why?” she cries out. “What have I ever done to you?”

“Wanting you isn’t a punishment, Sabella. We were always meant to be together.”

Hatred darkens her eyes. “Here’s a newsflash. We’re enemies. I may not be able to give the

police the names of my father’s murderers because I just found out that he was a murderer too,

but we will never be together.” She emphasizes the last part, using the rock for support to

straighten as she throws those words at my feet.

Now isn’t the time to convince her of anything. It’s an even worse time to inform her of

her fate. What worries me the most, is, “Did you go that deep into the sea on purpose?” The

question constricts my throat and twists my mind. “Did you plan on coming back?”

Her eyes flare. Her chuckle is mocking. “Do you think I’ll drown myself over the likes of


I watch her narrowly, noticing how cold she is, inside and out, how full of bitterness and

hatred. “What would’ve happened if Roch weren’t there?”

She shrugs, mocking me. “Who knows?”

I don’t like it. I don’t like her gambling attitude toward life. “Why did you do it? Why did

you go so far?” I add in a quieter tone, “It wasn’t the first time.”

She clenches her hands at her sides. “I’m not a fucking quitter.”

“No?” I tilt my head. “Then explain it to me.”

“I don’t owe you any explanations,” she bites out.

That’s it. I’ve had it. I lunge, grabbing her arm before she can escape. “Don’t forget, cara,

your life belongs to me. I have every right to demand an explanation.”

Angry tears simmer in her eyes. “I regret the day I laid eyes on you.”

“You don’t have to,” I say, rubbing my thumb in a soothing gesture over the soft skin of

her wrist. “There was a time you liked me. With a little effort, we can go back to that.”

“I never liked you,” she utters with a sneer. “How could I? I didn’t even know you. The

person you pretended to be wasn’t real.”

“One day, you’ll understand.” Now isn’t the moment to come clean about her father’s

broken promise.

“Oh, I understand.” She yanks on my hold. “Perfectly.”

“I can be that man for you again.” I drag her closer, making our bodies collide. “All you

have to do is ask me.”

Her brown eyes narrow, and her lips thin. Contempt shows in every line of her features.

“Hell will freeze over before I ask you for anything.” She lifts her chin, holding my gaze with

false bravado as she commands in a calm, controlled voice, “Now let me go.”

I don’t miss the effort it takes her to force that control or to pretend not to be scared. Her

whole body is shaking with the effort. Uncertainty flickers behind the anger shimmering in her

eyes. I take notice of other things too, of how her body fits against mine and how hard her

nipples are from the cold.

Pushing her backward, I follow her down and catch her body to break her fall before she

hits the sand. I’m on top of her in a wink, spreading out over the length of her, and nothing has

ever felt so right. Finally, I can warm her. What I really want to do is possess her.

She fights me, slamming her fists into my ribs and clamping her teeth onto my shoulder. I

don’t stop her. I let her use me as the punching bag she needs to get this poison out of her

system. I’m not restraining her. If she wants to, she can flip us over and punch me in the face, but

she doesn’t. Not that she’s holding back. No, she tries to inflict damage to the best of her ability.

I let her carry on until she tires. When she sags onto the sand with a defeated sob, I catch

her wrists and pin them above her head. The look in her eyes changes. It turns from uncontrolled

fury to uncontrolled carnality. I can’t tear my gaze away from the way she watches me like a

female praying mantis about to mate a male before making a meal out of him.

What passes between us is simple physics. Energy can’t be destroyed. It can only be

transformed. All that anger fueling her now doesn’t vanish. It simply changes into a different

sentiment. I can take away her fury as little as I can change the law of energy. I can, however,

offer her an escape, if only for a short while. She was my first, and she’ll be my last. What we

are isn’t pretty, but we’re meant to be together.

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