Canary by Tijan

A dark, gritty, intensely passionate mafia romance—just like I love them! CANARY is one of 2021’s must reads! – Serena Akeroyd, author

 

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

 

 

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’t exist.

I joined anyway. I had no other choice because they took my sister.
Join. Find her. Try and make it out alive.

Then he won me in a poker game.
I hated him instantly, thinking he was like my other bosses before him.
He wasn’t. He was worse.

He wasn’t just cold. He was dead inside.
It didn’t matter that he was gorgeous.
He was the most lethal thing I’d ever met.

He was also the only person who could keep me alive, if he didn’t kill me himself.

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

“Canaries sing to save lives. I sing and people die.”

 

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Excerpt

“I…” I didn’t even know. I couldn’t explain what I didn’t know. “Ask me about Jake in a different way.”

“There is no other way.”

“You know there is! Ask it in a different way.” 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. “Ask it in a different way.”

I liked Jake. I was hurt by what he said, but he wasn’t on my list anymore.

I frowned. “What happened with Cavers?”

“None of your business!” 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’t sure he knew it. “I don’t run my decisions through some pussy I like plowing.”

Okay, now I was mad.

“Take that back,” 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.

“Take it back!” I clipped out, folding my arms over my chest.

He looked away.

I didn’t know what was going on here, but fuck him if he didn’t take back calling me pussy he liked to plow.

I screamed, “Take it back!”

“No!” He was across the room and in my face in the next second. I braced myself, but he didn’t 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—a steady and powerful beat now. I could feel it all the way to my toes—in my fingers, my neck. His eyes lingered on my lips.

He couldn’t 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’t move. He just held it there, a few inches from my skin.

His eyes lifted to mine. “You bitch.”

My heart still pounded, trying to reach him. “You’re a murdering asshole,” I whispered back, seething.

“What?”he sneered. “You want to fuck now? Forget you put a fucking gun to your head?”

“Don’t kill Jake.”

He pressed into me, his eyes wild, on the edge of control. “Why?” 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.

 

 


Canary: A mafia/cartel enemies-to-lovers standalone. by Tijan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I finished this book just a few hours ago but I’m not ready to review. Don’t worry, it’s a phenomenal 5 STAR read, but it’s a big story. There are things I want to say but more importantly, there are things I don’t, because, spoiler. Did I say this is a big story? So I have to think …

I’ll be back, but in the mean time … http://mybook.to/canary

Okay, I’m back, and I have thoughts. I’ve listened to the audio and read the book and now I’m blinking even more. There are details that sometimes slip thru a reading that one might catch when listening to a story and vice-versa. That isn’t exactly what happened with me, but I did come to the realization that when I told you this was a big story, I didn’t know the half of it until I was done with the audio. And, if I’m being honest, I’m going to go out on a limb and say it might have been a bit too big.

This story is in constant motion. There are moving parts at every turn, which means there are plot points coming at us left and right, least of which is a romance plot. That last part was disappointing as heck for me but it’s a Tijan trait that is constant in her writing as of late. So I can’t really fault Tijan for writing exactly how she always writes but I can cry about it in my corner LOL That’s why I say it’s a phenomenal 5 star read but I need to add the disclaimer that it’s a Tijan read so if you don’t know her writing, good luck. Okay, so that’s that on that LOL

Now, the rest of it. It’s a lot kids and some of it is literally thrown at you and not developed fully, imo. I have never paused and restarted a chapter so many times in the history of reading than I did for this book. I even did it with the audio after I’d already read the book! The amount of people to keep track of was staggering and then the end/reveal >>> #fuckery (I kept thinking “what am I supposed to DO with all of this??” as I cried for the girl who was then AND is now!! #doublefuckery)

None of this changes my stance on this book’s 5-star rating. I know there are tons of you who might read this and think I’m crazy but that just means you don’t know Tijan and how she writes. Which brings me to the last thing I want to say. I think Tijan is a unique writer, more than that, she’s one of a kind. That being said, her style and voice are uniquely hers. There are no authors out there that I could say “if you enjoyed so and so, you’d love Tijan”, so tread carefully if you are new to her. I would hate for you to pick up one of her more Tijan(y) books as your first one 🙂 Do with that information what you will!

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Meet Tijan!

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’s 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.

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