I didn't think I could like a DDlg book better than I did Brianna Hale's Little Dancer ... until I read this book, Princess Brat, her second standalone. I like them both for a bit different reasons—Little Dancer had more focus on smut, while Princess Brat has more focus on the romance.
But again, Brianna Hale wrote a gorgeous point of view of the sub-genre of Erotic Romance, DDlg (which, if you don't know, is "Daddy Dom" and "little girl", or better known as "Daddy kink").
If anything, Brianna's writing was stronger in this book—which excites me because it seems as if she's growing as an author, becoming more confident in her style, and that will make for some more kick a*s books.
In Princess Brat, Adrienne Westley is a spoiled little rich girl who is quite misunderstood with her pastel pink hair, smart mouth, and bad attitude.
“Don’t ask for things, little girl, if you’re not prepared for the consequences.”
After her father incites scandal among the media, Adrienne reacts with a flippant, careless remark that paints a target on her back. In need of protection, her father hires Adrienne a full-time bodyguard—Dieter Vanderbroeck.
Except this bratty princess doesn't want a goon lurking around her all day ... Until Dieter challenges Adrienne, proving that all she needs is the firm hand of a Daddy to tame the brat in her.
It would've been really easy to dislike Adrienne. She was, after all, a brat with the penchant for throwing tantrums. But you know what? I LOVED her.
She was unapologetic in the way she expressed her feelings, refusing to be quiet, and always demanding to be heard. It's inspiring, the confidence Adrienne has, to be as loud as she wants—as loud as her very bright hair, even.
“What do you think bad, disobedient girls get when they’ve been rude and bratty?”
And even as childish as she could be, there was also something extremely mature about Adrienne. While she was strong, sure, of herself, though there also was something also quite vulnerable about her. Kind of like her look—both pink and black, dark and light, skulls and bows. All complete contrasts, but together feel so right and endearing.
Dieter was the complete opposite of Adrienne. He was so cool, calm, and collected. But I could feel the beast underneath his skin, ready and waiting to burst to punish Adrienne—the naughty little brat she was. But again, it was the little moments between Dieter and Adrienne that made me love love love him so so so much. *cuddles Dieter*
And I have to say, his patience and struggle to remain professional was both commendable and growl-inducing. Though when he finally decided to punish his brat, well... *bites lip*
As a romance, Princess Brat excels. But going a little deeper into the story, I do wish there had been a bit more development into the plot—which, while it kept the story going, didn't explode enough to hit hard.
Even so, I fell in love with the characters, so the relationship between Adrienne and Dieter kept me faithful and colored to the pages and I didn't mind that much at all.
All in all, I would defiantly recommend Princess Brat for those who are looking for a slow-burn romance with serious smut and some serious misbehaving...between the sheets. ;)
What a beautifully written, short and smutty, DDlg read!
If you don't know what DDlg is, that's "Daddy Dom" and "little girl"—and I've read quite a bit in this genre, but none have explained the DDlg relationship so nicely!
So if you've never read this sub-genre of Erotic Romance before, but are interested, I would defiantly recommend reading Little Dancer as an introduction to DDlg.
Abby and Rufus' DDlg relationship in this book was so real and raw, truly complimenting the beauty and trust of a Daddy Dom/little girl relationship.
This was my first book by this author, Brianna Hale, but it will NOT be my last. Her writing style is very endearing, and her characters are developed enough to steal your heart—just like Abby and Rufus did to mine in Little Dancer.
He strokes his thumb over my cheek and it comes away glittery. I’m dropping glitter all over him. “I missed you, little one.”
“I’m so sorry I caused us so much pain and I said Persephone and I wasn’t brave enough.”
“You’re the bravest person I know, babygirl. Look at all that you’ve done.” He pulls a tissue out of his pocket and wipes my tears, and then puts it over my nose. “Blow.” I do. The tissue comes away glittery, too.
“I’m getting glitter all over you,”I say with a shaky laugh.
He presses his forehead against mine. “Please get glitter all over me,”he whispers. “Drown me in it.”
Little Abby was adorable, and surprising relatable. I loved reading from her POV; as throughout the book, she blossomed into who she was, and accepted it in spite of the world's view of her and her relationship with her Daddy Dom, Rufus...
Ah, Rufus. Better known as "Mr. Kingsolver". He instantly came of as fudging INTENSE. Intense in a really scary good way. (And I say "fudging" because I know he would spank me hard for using naughty language. *wink wink*)
Anyways...he was a dark, harsh presence in Abby's life that made for some very smutty times as she was punished (oh so nicely) in his office at the Theater.
"Mad? No, I'm not mad. You took your punishment so well. Would you like your reward?"
But what I reallllly fell in love with, was deeper into the story, when Rufus' hard exterior softened toward Abby, and there were all these sugar-sweet moments between them. It was positively adorable...and smutty—can't forget the smut.
My only wish was that I would've had the chance to get into Rufus' head, read from his experience how he fell into his and Abby's forbidden relationship. I think the romance would've been stronger at the beginning with his POV, but even so, the story wasn't lacking without it. Just a wish of mine ... What were you thinking, Mr. Kingsolver? I will never know... *pouts*
But all in all, this was a stellar read from Brianna Hale—and I would for sure recommend it to those who want a novella that has both heat and heart, rough and soft, sweet and smutty.
I'm obsessed with Obsession and its Anti-Hero, Leo—who didn't have to brainwash me into loving him ... though his dark, entrancing words can whisper into my ear, making me submit to his will, any night.
I'm not a good man, in fact, I may be an evil one, but I'd bind this angel to my wicked life any way I could.
Seriously, dig my grave now, because Celia just killed me with Blackwood. If you've read the book and are reading this now, you know what I mean—you're dead too.
I mean, how could we have survived after it all?
Years ago, archaeology student Elise Vale's father went missing—and she never stopped believing, deep down in her bones, that he never left the Blackwood Estate alive.
Determined to find out the mystery surrounding her father's disappearance all those years ago, Elise starts digging into the truth. Except that the Estate's surviving owner and mysterious recluse, Garrett Blackwood, doesn't want her shovels anywhere near his property.
But Elise isn't leaving Blackwood—or it's dark, dangerous woods—until she uncovers the truth. If she has to wander like Little Red Riding Hood, in search of her father's past, she will...no matter the tall, bearded temptation who warns her away.
He stayed silent for a while, then turned back to me. “Because I’m a bad man who does bad things.” His gaze flickered down my body again, lingering on my breasts and then lower. When he licked his lips, heat burst in my cheeks and a tingle rippled across my thighs.
“You don’t seem so bad to me.”
His eyes darkened, as if he didn’t appreciate what I’d said. “You don’t know me.”
“I think I know enough.”
He smiled, but it was cold. “Do you?”
Unwilling to take no for an answer, Elise digs deeper and deeper into the truth of what happened. Too bad for her that the woods aren't the only dangerous thing in Blackwood. There's a wolf out there, waiting, hungry for the chase...and Elise might just end up digging their graves.
I won't say any more then that, because you need to read it to experience it. Because while Blackwood stared slow, like handfuls of dirt trickling over me, soon, as if I were being buried alive, Elise and Garrett's story consumed me.
And the way Celia wrote it all ... *sighs in admiration*. There was an ominous feel from page one, and the eerie, daunting chill haunted me throughout the book.
The cold woods gave off an innocuous air in the morning light, the oranges and golds trying to lull me into a false sense of security. But I remembered the screams. Something was wrong in those trees, and it wasn’t just my father’s death. Whatever claimed his life seemed to be intent on collecting others as well.
Though, in contrast to that, Elise and Garrett's connection lighted some of the chapters. Reading it all was like the perfect balance between in knowledge and ignorance, in love and hate, in pain and pleasure.
Elise was a bit reckless in her search of the truth—definitely the kind of heroine to run toward danger, not away from it. But because of the story-line and her inner desires, that trait strengthened her character for me. And made her and Garrett, together, a thrilling couple.
He growled. “You’re playing with fire, Red.”
“Burn me, then.” I sighed,
Celia, you wound me! How could you create such a painfully intense Hero?! His two sides—the broody, wild man and the sweet, caring lover—were like a knife to the chest because I JUST COULDN'T TAKE ALL THE FEELS. See? You have me screaming in my review. I'm probably scaring all the readers away.
Garrett is the kind of man your daddy warned you about, the kind of man your mommy told you to be scared of—the kind of man that most woman shy away from. But not me (well, fictionally at least).
He laughed, this time the sound rich and sultry. It reverberated inside my chest. Something about it reminded me of the forest, the way the sunrise warmed it but couldn’t quite reach its dark heart.
I was enthralled by Garrett, intrigued with both his Anti-Hero and Hero behavior. He was definitely unlike all of my other book boyfriends—and really, very memorable because of it. He had an unwavering air of mystery surrounding him, an edge that threatened to cut you if you got too close. And cut you he would—but only if you asked nicely. Or begged him to stop. *wink*
In Blackwood, Celia murdered me with the mystery, with the suspense, with the sweet-devil that is Garrett Blackwood and his cruel, tender hands. She had me to biting my lip for all the right reasons—on a gasp, in suspense, in shock, in lust, in horror, in excitement, and even in dark, deviant desire...
I would most definitely recommend Blackwood to those who'd like to take a walk in the darkness, where romance and danger lurk behind every tree, where all the twists and turns will have you feeling lost. But please be warned: You many not come out of this book alive—there are too many feels waiting for you...
(Made in Jersey, #1) Crashed Out (Made in Jersey, #1.5) Rough Rhythm (Made in Jersey, #2) Thrown Down (Made in Jersey, #3) Worked Up (Made in Jersey, #4) Wound Tight
Each book in the series can be read as a standalone.
Small-town factory mechanic, Duke Crawford, is a simple guy . Living in a house full of heartbroken divorcee sisters, he just wants to watch SportsCenter and drink his beer in peace—without the distraction of women or the heartbreak that comes along with them.
Big-city children's illustrator, Samantha Waverly, is a simple woman. With a heart already broken from childhood, she just wants to explore her dreams as an artist—but can only do that with the help of her brother, who will only be inclined to help Samantha if she's under a certain...status.
Except when Samantha breaks that...engagement...she has to travel to the little town of Hook, New Jersey, to convince her brother to still help fund her life-long dream.
But it's when Samantha stumbles into Duke's life that they both become tangled in each others dreams. Because commitment-phoebes or not, both Samantha and Duke feel the instant, all-consuming attraction to one another—and they can't leave the other alone, both in between-the-sheets and out of them.
And why would they, when they got each other all worked up?
“I’m going to wear your come all night, sweetheart. Right where it’s meant to be. On my cock, like a badge of fucking honor. I’m going to run my hand over it when no one’s looking, feel that dampness and remember the sweet pussy it came from.”
Words can't really express how much I enjoyed Worked Up. It was extremely well-written, with humor and sass that had me smiling and swooning throughout the book.
I've never read any books by Tessa Bailey before, so I was new to both her writing (boy, have I been missing out!) and the Made in Jersey series (#TBR, #TBR!).
But Tessa managed to make me fall in love with a quirky heroine, totally lovable yet unique to what I've read before, and a real-to-life but amazing-as-dreams Hero.
Ah, yes—DUKE! *kicks feet, scream-cries, throws tantrum* He felt so reallll, so why isn't he!?!? My life will never be complete without my own personal #PMB in it now. Thanks a lot, Tessa. Now I have impossible-to-meet #relationshipgoals.
And Duke was so different from the average book Hero, too! But I think that's what made me love him more. Because all his little differences (the manly-man attitude, the gruffy beard, the strong-and-silent affection, the hairy chest, mountain-man physique, even the little beer-belly) made him memorable and absolutely scream-worthy for wanting. I mean...
Mother Mary. There were men. And then there was Duke Crawford. He wasn’t pretty or sculpted. Didn’t have the kind of physique that would land him on the pages of a calendar or on a “hot bodies” board on Pinterest. No no. Duke was husky and covered in hair. A bear among mere cubs.
You see? You kind of want him too, don't you? Well, too bad. He's mine. And I'm his. Or, I would be, if he wasn't so obsessed with Samantha (damn her!). I never thought the day I'd be envious of a fictional character...
Because not only is Duke a protective, possessive, dirty-talking, sensually rugged Alpha-Male, he's also tender-hearted and adorable in his bumbling attempts at love. With all his man-handling (in the most lip-biting ways!) and growling, he seems so big and intimidating, but really he's just so sweet and charming and cherishes and loves like no one else.
I just want to cuddle up to him and stroke his beard.