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387 pages, Paperback
First published August 6, 2013
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"You're weird."
"You're weird too," she said defensively.
"I guess that means we're perfect for each other."
"I guess so," she said.
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"That's it?"
"Well, that, and I like to be with you," She placed a hand on his abdomen and leaned closer. "I like you, period."
He couldn't help but grin."Yeah?"
She smiled crookedly and nodded. "Yeah."
"I like you, exclamation point."
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As sexy as she was when she was pretending to be someone else, he preferred the real woman.
His woman.
She was more than enough for him. Everything he would ever need.
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"Is it too soon to tell you I love you? If it's too soon, I won't say it."
His heart swelled to bursting. "I love you."
She pinched his ass.
"Ow!"
"I wanted to say it first," she said.
"Fine, I take it back."
"Don't you dare."
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"Mr. Sticks," she whispered, "What are you doing?"
"Enjoying the view."
"You look with your eyes, not with your hands."
"I'm enjoying the feel and the smell and the sound. Pretty soon I want to enjoy the taste, too."
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"Forever, Rebekah."
"Forever," she agreed breathlessly.
He cradled her against his chest and held her for all he was worth. "Forever."
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If someone would just give her a chance, she would show them that a woman can be just as metal as a man.
It was her. Standing right there. About shoulder high. Petite. Feminine. Blond-and-blue-haired. Both beautiful and adorable in her mismatched tube socks, a purple tank top and green mini skirt. It really was her. The woman of Eric’s wet dreams.
They were all fucking studs, and Eric felt like more of a dud.Reb has issues of her own. After a messed up relationship that changed how she felt about sex and her body, she is nervous. She and Eric take things... well, I wouldn’t say slow- but differently.
“Show me, Eric. I want to see.”
You’re like Mr. Romance and Mr. Porn Star wrapped in one.When they are finally together, for real... it is HOT, but also very sweet...
“You’re weird.”
“You’re weird, too.” she said defensively.
“I guess that means we’re perfect for each other.”
Real. Life. Problems.
They were all fucking studs, and Eric felt like more of a dud.
She wasn't sure she wanted either of them to do anything about their desire. She just needed to know that it existed.
She shouldn't have spouted her feelings so carelessly. She wished she could take the words back.
"Eric finally fucked a girl properly," Trey shouted. "Woot! Woot!"
“You and me alone. That’s my ultimate fantasy.”
His excitement and enthusiasm made her feel beautiful. Wanted. Irresistible. And he was fun. And generous . And almost as spontaneous as she was.
“The past can’t be changed,” she said. “The future can’t be predicted. All we really have is the present. So none of that matters to me.”
"…Rhythm guitarist Trey, sultry, sexy, with a heap of bad boy thrown in for good measure, was at least an eleven. And then there was Eric. Their drummer. She’d never really paid much attention to him. Too busy drooling over Trey. Trey—hummina, hummina, hummina—Mills."
"She wanted Eric to want her. And she wanted Trey to want her as well. She wasn’t sure she wanted either of them to do anything about their desire. She just needed to know it existed."
5 screaming in pleasure, mind blowing, orgasmic stars!
“Show me that you want me, Eric,” she whispered. “Show me”
From the moment Eric Sticks first got his perv on in Backstage Pass, a hot little scene with Brian and Myrna, I was all about the Sinners drummer (although, there is an even hotter scene with Eric, Aggie, and Jace in Hot Ticket). More than a little bit odd, and always saying the craziest things, I could tell there was so much hidden underneath all that. A loneliness. A vulnerability. And, well, his unusual charm combined with his pervy tendencies made me fall for him completely. The woman who gets Eric, deserves him, should be a special kind of woman.
And, at first, I did not think that woman should be Rebekah. In the beginning, she was all, "Ooh, Trey, I want Trey. Trey is soo sexy," and it brought out my inner witch. Don't get me wrong, Trey is sex on a stick, but she had Eric Sticks right in front of her. Doing the most charming darn things. Saying the most outrageously sweet and sexual things. (I have adored Eric from the first book… I mentioned that, right? *wink*) Thankfully, Rebekah clues in fast (though not quite as fast as I’d have preferred). Once I got to know her, her past and her struggles, she really became one cool chick. Sassy but shy, Reb has a tender heart and is exactly what Eric needs.
What Eric needs… well, Eric needs love and affection and some TLC. Reb gives him that and a whole lot more. These two get up to some very salacious and naughty stuff. They take the phrase ‘sexual healing’ and reinvent it. Every fantasy either one has, they explore it—from naughty nurses to misbehaving French maids. And while they're doing it, they sooth a lot of old hurts that both of them have.
But in between the fantasies, reality keeps intruding. The most annoying intrusion being Reb’s mother. Fanatical and almost rabidly judgmental, the woman was a serious downer every time she showed up. The way she talked down to Eric, the devious things she did, combined with the way Reb and her family just let her… Well, it put my hackles up. As did Rebekah’s interactions with her ex. Both had me seeing red. Poor Eric. Rebekah does finally find her spine and speak up but, dang, the family drama was almost a mood killer.
In Wicked Beat, Eric Sticks becomes so much more than the playful voyeur we’ve seen in the previous books. I loved seeing him become a sexy and mischievous lover, instead of just the guy watching from the sidelines. Reb brought out a softer, more vulnerable side to him that made me love him even more. There is a world of hurt buried inside Eric Sticks and I loved seeing it disappear, page by page. Plus there’s the fact that this book is, no holds barred, sinfully hot. Wicked Beat is perverted in all the right ways.
Favorite Quote:
He wanted her. Rebekah. Wanted to watch her touch herself again. Damn, that had been so hot. He’d seen a lot of things in his day, well, mostly his nights, but watching Rebekah pleasure herself had turned him on like nothing in his experience. He didn’t only want to watch her though. He wanted to touch her. Kiss her. Taste her. Smell her. Hold her. Laugh with her. Cry with her. He wanted her.