Filled with twists and turns, surprises and unexplained circumstances, Treachery’s Devotion was a thrilling read that had just the right amount of suspense, love and mystery. ~ Kitty, Guilty Pleasures
A warrior with everything to prove.
Tristan Knight has served the Admiral of England since he was a teenager. As a knight he has pledged his life to protect the Masters’ Admiralty, and when he’s assigned to escort an archaeologist on a research trip he knows the menial task is punishment for the failure of his last mission.
A woman in a gilded cage.
Sophia Starabba is a brilliant scholar and accomplished law enforcement officer, working for Italy’s cultural heritage protection department. But none of that matters to her family or the other members of the territory of Rome. To them she’s the “Principessa”- daughter of the Admiral.
The man who holds the key.
James Rathmann lives for mysteries. In another life he would have been a detective, but a love for digging in the dirt made him an archaeologist. Now one of the world’s leading experts on coins, and curator at the British Museum, he’s been called to Rome to examine a recent discovery.
An old enemy back from the dead.
Among the coins they find something alarming—a message from a villain everyone had assumed was long dead. Tristan leads them on the trail to identify and protect the next potential target and possibly discover the identity of the Domino, a killer and anarchist who plagued the Masters’ Admiralty in the past.
But the Domino isn’t dead, and together James, Sophia and Tristan will fight to stay alive and one step ahead of a killer who will do anything to destroy the Masters’ Admiralty.
The premise of the Trinity Master’s continues bringing us to the European factor, the original Masters, The Masters’ Admiralty. And, what a beginning it is. Rife with suspense and three unlikely people linked together through marriage.
The story starts with a triple murder and clues that will take three people to figure out. It continues with more murders and concludes with our unlikely ménage practically solving the mystery on their own. I was intrigued and drawn into this story, I was shocked in places and then did nothing but cheer on our three improbable heroes …. Tristian, Sophia and James.
Tristian Knight … a knight for the territory of England. Strong, loyal and demanding. Coming from the streets, he feels that he is unworthy of his title and especially his triad.
Sophia … the princess of the territory of Rome. She’s a legacy, the daughter of the Admiral of Rome and a member of the Carabinieri. After all the years of everyone calling her Principessa, she sometimes comes off as one. Never the one to back down, she’s a force to be reckoned with.
James … coin expert. He’s also a legacy and works at the British Museum. Former Rugby player sidelined by an injury. He needed to find something to do so fell back on to an old hobby that lead to him finding his life’s passion.
Together, they set out on a mission to uncover the killer or killers and, while doing so, find themselves married, helping the Spartan Guard sort out the players in the game, find Domino and find the bind that will hold the three of them together, forever.
I sincerely loved the Trinity Masters and was hoping for more of the same with the Masters’ Admiralty. Unfortunately, there were so many characters that there were times where I felt lost. I understand we have to get all characters, primary and secondary, introduced, get us ready for their stories but, there are a lot of territories and a lot of Admirals to keep track of. I also felt that there were a few inconsistencies and statements made that weren’t explained or followed-through on. But, all in all, I am definitely waiting on Mateo’s story and looking forward to seeing just where everything is going. Remember, the problem with the Trinity Master’s has not yet been taken care of. It will be interesting to see when and how they handle that little problem.
Filled with twists and turns, surprises and unexplained circumstances, Treachery’s Devotion was a thrilling read that had just the right amount of suspense, love and mystery.
Guest Post from Lila & Mari
Mari Carr and Lila Dubois are the dynamic duo behind the bestselling Trinity Masters series about a powerful American secret society, whose members all must agree to an arranged menage marriage. Treachery’s Devotion, releasing November 13, 2017 introduces the Masters’ Admiralty, another secret society, this time based in Europe, with all the intrigue, romance and suspense you’ve come to expect from Mari and Lila.
Treachery’s Devotion has it all–intrigue, a red hot menage romance, murder, mayhem, an alpha protector knight, secret societies, a princess, conspiracies and a very sexy numismatist (don’t worry, that word is safe to google).
Mari and Lila are famous for their antics–check out their Trinity Masters Facebook group for daily fun times–and their co-writing style. Here’s a little peek at what it looks like when they write together.
Lila: I know what we should do for the blog post. We’ll start with a question. Here’s the question: “What is your favorite part of Treachery’s Devotion?”
Mari: Oh! This is a good question. Treachery’s Devotion is the beginning of a spin-off series that started with the Trinity Masters. The book is like all nine of the already written Trinity Masters combined and hopped up on speed. The whole thing feels like one giant action sequence (complete with menage sex, of course).
Lila: Menage sex on a private plane. It’s on my personal bucket list. I hope it’s on yours too, Mari, since my hubby refers to you as his trinity wife.
Mari: Not sure how my husband would feel about that. Of course, if it’s for the good of the secret society… As for my absolute favorite part in this book (edited so there are no spoilers), it’s when all those people die horrible deaths in that place when the bad guys uses that really nasty weapon.
Lila: Ahhh yes, I like how one of the beta readers messaged trying to figure out which one of us wrote that part. Probably trying to figure out which of us was more nuts.
Mari: Took great pleasure in telling her it was you.
Lila: Yea, she knew it was me. I figure if you ever want to commit a crime, just wait until I’m with you. Everyone will suspect me, even if you leave your fingerprints on the murder weapon.
Mari: Good information to have. Speaking of good information, should we tell everyone about my BRILLIANT idea to add wee banners to the Trinity Masters books to denote the story arcs?
Lila: Brilliant is now code for “I don’t sleep enough and brainstorm random stuff in the middle of the night”? But, you weren’t wrong. It’s actually brilliant.
Mari: I’m writing this date down. Lila said I was BRILLIANT. You all heard it!
Lila: This blog post will self destruct in 5… 4… 3…
Mari: Dammit! Give them time to read the excerpt from Treachery’s Devotion at least!
“You a collector?” James asked.
“Of coins, no.”
“Well…” Tristan frowned. “Just curious.”
James shook his head. “Intelligent. Figures. The knights are smarter than the security goons. Isn’t that the way?”
Tristan looked around, reassuring himself there was no one there to hear James casually discuss the inner workings and structures of their secret organization.
“Mr. Rathmann, it’s best if you don’t mention things like that in public.”
“True enough.” James waved a hand casually. “Off to Rome then?”
“Yes. I’ve made our travel arrangements. Do you have everything you need?”
James picked up a small suitcase—maybe it was a regular-size suitcase and it just looked small in his hand. “Yep. Enough for a week.”
Tristan had been distracted trying to figure out how tall the other man was. Tristan wasn’t short at just over six feet. James didn’t seem to be more than an inch or two taller than Tristan, but he was big.
Finally, his words penetrated and Tristan shot the other man a glance. “A week? You expect it will take that long?”
“It depends on what they have. Rome is being tight-lipped.”
“I’d like to know more about what you’ve been told on the way.” Tristan and James both reached for the door. Tristan took hold of the knob firmly, opened the door, and motioned James forward.
James frowned slightly, then stepped through.
It was only then that Tristan noticed the other man’s uneven gait. When he walked, James didn’t bend his left leg—he swung it out to the side and forward in a shallow semicircle.
“You probably know more than me,” James said. He turned right, rather than left, which was the way Tristan had come from. Tristan hesitated for only a heartbeat, then followed James.
“I doubt that,” Tristan replied. “All I was told was who you are, and that I was to escort you to Rome.”
“Yes, Mr. Rathmann.”
“James. Call me James. Which one are you?” James turned and started down a different set of stairs than the one Tristan had come up. James’s progress was slow, almost painfully so. He always led with his stiff left leg. Tristan debated offering to carry the other man’s suitcase, but held his tongue. Whatever was wrong with James’s leg, it clearly wasn’t a new injury, and he doubted the big man would appreciate being treated like an invalid.
“Which one?” Tristan repeated, unsure what the question meant.
“Which one are you?” James repeated. “Wait, let me guess. Percival?”
“Tristan. That’s a good one. Nice choice.”
“Thank you.” The words came out flat and hard.
James stopped and looked at him. “You going to be like this the whole way?”
“Like what?” Tristan knew his words were clipped.
James’s lip curled a bit. “Fucking uptight prick.”
“’Bout you watch your fucking mouth?” Tristan shot back, letting his speech patterns fall back into the accent of his youth. “Fucking” turned into “foohkin.”
James’s brows rose. He nodded once and started down the stairs again. Once at the bottom, they exited into a short hall, and from there into the atrium.
Damn it, that had been a much shorter route.
“Our car is waiting out front,” Tristan said.
James nodded again, and they walked side by side through the atrium. The crowds parted before James like the Red Sea for Moses. Most people didn’t seem to be consciously moving out of the way. They simply saw a large someone coming and moved aside.
They didn’t speak again until they were in the American-style chauffeured car, complete with a barrier between the driver’s areas and the back seats.
“How are we getting to Rome?” James asked, breaking the silence.
Tristan turned to face the other man, keeping his polite, neutral mask in place. “Private plane.” He hid the wince. The last time he’d ordered a private plane had been for Wes—the lying fuck.
“Good. I don’t do so well in commercial.”
“I’d suspect not.”
“I’m guessing we’ll have to go to the crime scene tonight.”
Tristan stared at James, sure he’d heard that incorrectly. “I’m sorry?”
James raised his raven-black eyebrows, and his dark eyes sparkled with hints of amusement. “They didn’t tell you anything?”
“Only that I was to escort you to Rome and stay with you. What crime scene?”
“One of the members in Rome was murdered. Ritual killing.”
“Ritual killing?” Tristan shifted in the seat to fully face James. This was not what he’d expected to hear.
“Yep. They wouldn’t say much over the phone. And no pictures. But they found some coins.” James tapped his fist against his chest. “That’s where I come in. They want a coin expert. She’s meeting us at the airport.”
“When did this happen?”
“Yesterday or the day before. They found the body yesterday morning. Vice Admiral called me last night.”
She’d called Tristan to give him the assignment this morning.
“Rome’s security minister must be keeping this from the Italian authorities.”
“Not hard for them to do. The admiral of Rome has a lot more control over his territory than we do over ours.”
“You seem to know a lot about it,” Tristan said.
James shrugged. “I have a cousin who’s a member in Rome.”
“I forgot you’re a legacy.”
“I don’t look much like a legacy, eh?”
Tristan shook his head. “I meant no offense.”
“I’m used to it.”
Tristan felt like a racist prick. “Please accept my apologies. You’re right, you don’t look like most of the legacies, and you don’t sound like them either. Your accent is…what is your accent?”
“Mom was ambassador to New Zealand so I spent some time there. But my grandfather was Samoan.”
Tristan nodded. He’d been right about the other man’s ancestral origins.
“I grew up there, then stayed to play for the All Blacks.”
Tristan blinked. “You played rugby for the New Zealand All Blacks?”
Tristan whistled. He didn’t care if it was low-class. That deserved a whistle.
The car pulled into London City Airport, and they climbed out. It took them about an hour to deal with the abbreviated security procedures and board the plane. They’d fly to a small, private airstrip outside of Rome proper, where they’d be met by an escort from Rome.
Once they were settled in the plush seats, which were large enough to seat even James comfortably, Tristan leaned forward, planting his elbows on his knees.
James took a drink of the beer the flight attendant had provided. “Tighthead prop.”
Tristan blinked in surprise.
“That’s what you were going to ask. What position I played. I was front row for two years.”
“That’s brilliant,” Tristan said honestly. “But actually, that wasn’t what I was going to ask.”
“You said ‘her.’ That we were going to meet ‘her.’ Who were you talking about?”
James smiled, and Tristan started to get a sinking feeling.
“She works for the Carabinieri Department for the Protection of Cultural Heritage. The Italian art police. She consults for Interpol too.”
“Is this a murder or an art heist?” Tristan hoped James didn’t notice the way the words art heist had made his eye twitch. Fucking Weston and his art were what had landed him in hot water to begin with.
“A murder, but a crime scene with lots of art clues. At least that’s what they think.”
“And this art police woman, she’s a member?”
“You could say that.”
“Fuck, man, just tell me,” Tristan said, all reserve gone.
James grinned. “The woman we’re meeting is Sophia Starabba.”
Tristan blinked. “Wait, isn’t she…”
“The principessa. The daughter of the admiral of Rome.”
About the Authors:
Mari Carr Writing a book was number one on Mari Carr’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Too many years later, her computer is jammed full of stories, novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends and she has nearly eighty published works. Virginia native, Mari Carr is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller of contemporary erotic romance novels. With over one million copies of her books sold, Mari was the winner of the Romance Writers of America’s Passionate Plume award for her novella, Erotic Research. Join her newsletter so you don’t miss new releases and for exclusive subscriber-only content.
Lila is a top selling author of paranormal, fantasy and contemporary erotic romance. Having spent extensive time in France, Egypt, Turkey, England and Ireland Lila speaks five languages, none of them (including English) fluently. She now lives in Los Angeles with a cute Irishman.
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