Liberating Lacey

This book made some serious damage to my reproductive organs, but it was worth it!

What an amazing book!

Great writing!

Seriously flammable sex scenes!

Fantastic characters!

Absolutely bad cover, but I'm willing to go past it!


All in all, it was an amazing read, and I'm definitely planning to go through all the books by this author!

“Dessert later. After dinner.”
His eyelids drooped as his index fingers traced the elastic stretched over her hipbones. “No rules, beautiful. You can have dessert before, during and after dinner.”

"She was falling for this honorable man who protected her image at the expense of his own. Falling, and falling hard, despite all common sense and advice to the contrary."

"This wasn’t just fun. Somewhere, somehow, without his knowledge—let alone his consent—this had become something more than fun."

"I didn’t want perfect. I wanted you."

She now knew him well enough to know his eyes were the only real indicator of his emotions, as he kept his face under strict control… unless he was making love.

"Lacey hadn’t really asked for a chance. She’d just kind of moved into his life. Or maybe he’d let her in. Did it matter how it happened? She was there."

"...with Lacey, he couldn’t detach. Kissing meant he had to touch. Touching meant he wanted to crush her under him. Getting her under him meant he had to be inside her, and when he got there the only thing that kept him from losing it and going all caveman on her was the knowledge that he’d scare her to death if he did."

"What spooked him was how the lack of a barrier ratcheted up not only the physical sensation but also the pound of his heart, the inability to get air into his lungs."

(view spoiler)[ "...because his heart seemed to beat to a new rhythm. It was like each pulse whispered a message, one he couldn’t quite understand." (hide spoiler)]

“It’s up to me?”
“If it was up to me, beautiful, you’d be bent over the back of the sofa right now.”

And so... a HUGE recommendation to EVERYONE! Do not miss this book!





*this was a buddy read with V and Jill, thanks so much ladies <3*


Vishous, Jill and Blacky:



Glamdring:

”I didn’t want perfect. I wanted you. I want you. We’re not a pair of well-matched horses, but we’re real…
“The heart wants what it wants. Mine wants you.”

”I didn’t want perfect. I wanted you. I want you. We’re not a pair of well-matched horses, but we’re real…
“The heart wants what it wants. Mine wants you.”

“What do you have against the missionary position? It’s one of my favorites.”
“Oh? Why is that?”
“Because theres nothing like the feel of a woman’s body under mine, all tight and hot and wet as she slowly comes apart.”

Without a word he led her through the bar to the sultry heat of the parking lot, heading for the shadows created by an enormous black SUV arrogantly angled across three parking spaces in the back corner.
“Yours?” she asked as they rounded the truck’s hood.
“Nope, just a place for a private conversation.” He backed her up into the passenger door. Hands braced on either side of her head, he fastened his teeth on the sensitive juncture of her neck and shoulder, sucking at her skin with just enough pressure to make her gasp.

""You look so sexy wearing my cuffs," he growled.
"I'm gonna leave them on when I fuck you. Feel how hard I am? That's from thinking about every stroke, so hot and wet."
"I'm gonna spread you wide under me and watch you take it all, over and over..."

Kissing meant he had to touch. Touching meant he wanted to crush her under him. Getting her under him meant he had to be inside her, and when he got there the only thing that kept him from losing it and going all caveman on her was the knowledge that he'd scare her to death if he did.
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AMAZING, HOT, ORGASMIC, AROUSING, AWESOME STORY!

I AM BLOWN AWAY WITH THIS STORY AND OF COURSE HUNTER!

AMAZING, HOT, ORGASMIC, AROUSING, AWESOME STORY!

I AM BLOWN AWAY WITH THIS STORY AND OF COURSE HUNTER!

"Because there’s nothing like the feel of a woman's body under mine, all tight and hot and wet as she slowly comes apart."

"Shhhh," he said, his voice strained as he linked their hands and pressed them into the window on either side of her head."

"...but with Lacey, he couldn't detach. Kissing meant he had to touch. Touching meant he wanted to crush her under him. Getting her under him meant he had to be inside her, and when he got there the only thing that kept him from losing it and going all caveman on her was the knowledge that he’d scare her to death if he did."

"Skin to skin. Juicy. Hot. Meaningful....."I want to now. I want inside you so bad."... He surrendered.... Holy fuck, it felt good. Real. Intense. Connected.....He'd been skin to skin with Lacey, in every sense of the word. He'd left part of himself inside her and he was freaked out."

"What spooked him was how the lack of a barrier ratcheted up not only the physical sensation but also the pound of his heart, the inability to get air into his lungs"

"You look so sexy wearing my cuffs," he growled.
"I'm gonna leave them on when I fuck you. Feel how hard I am? That's from thinking about every stroke, so hot and wet."

"There was nothing romantic about her realization, no moment of joyous shared epiphany, just the heat in his eyes, the slick shift of their skin everywhere they touched, their bellies moving in rhythm, the length of the breaths slowly matching while the knowledge settled into her soul. Stupidly, imprudently, against all good advice and common sense she loved him and romantic or not, this was the moment. She was quaking, flushed and sweaty, handcuffed to her own bed. She loved him. She had no idea how he felt."

"...his heart seemed to beat to a new rhythm. It was like each pulse whispered a message, one he couldn’t quite understand. The knowledge danced just out of his reach, coming into better focus as he quit concentrating on it, but never quite within his grasp."

"I didn't want perfect. I wanted you. I want you. ..."The heart wants what it wants. Mine wants you."

"He wasn't seducing. He wasn’t asking permission. This was pure possession, a territorially staking his claim as the last man she’d ever kiss."

"She watched unguarded emotion wash across his face as he sank into her. Wonder. Pleasure. Need. Anticipation. Love. Under it all, infusing every look, every action, every touch. Love."

“I didn't want perfect. I wanted you. I want you. We’re not a pair of well-matched horses, but we’re real. The heart wants what it wants. Mine wants you.”

“I didn't want perfect. I wanted you. I want you. We’re not a pair of well-matched horses, but we’re real. The heart wants what it wants. Mine wants you.”