“I like storms. Thunder, torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get fi
“I like storms. Thunder, torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get filled with this giddy expectation. Everything is more beautiful in the rain. Don’t ask me why. But it’s like this whole other realm of opportunity. I used to feel like a superhero, riding my bike over the dangerously slick roads, or maybe an Olympic athlete enduring rough trials to make it to the finish line.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book shivered my pulse. ♦ ____________________________________________
“On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky. I remember I’d shovel in my breakfast as fast as I could, so I could go knock on your door. We’d play all day, only coming home for food and sleep. We played hide and seek, you’d push me on the swing, or we’d climb trees. Being your sidekick gave me a sense of home again.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book tossed a hurricane into my lungs. ♦ ____________________________________________
“You see, when I was ten, my mom died. She had cancer, and I lost her before I really knew her. My world felt so insecure, and I was scared. You were the person that turned things right again. With you, I became courageous and free. It was like the part of me that died with my mom came back when I met you, and I didn’t hurt anymore. Nothing hurt if I knew I had you.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book left crinkles at the corner of eyes like smiling wounds. ♦ ____________________________________________
“Then one day, out of the blue, I lost you, too. The hurt returned, and I felt sick when I saw you hating me. My rainstorm was gone, and you became cruel. There was no explanation. You were just gone. And my heart was ripped open. I missed you. I missed my mom. What was worse than losing you was when you started to hurt me. Your words and actions made me hate coming to school. They made me uncomfortable in my own home.” ____________________________________________
♦ This books left teeth marks in my bottom lip. ♦ ____________________________________________
“Everything still hurts, but I know none of it is my fault. There are a lot of words that I could use to describe you, but the only one that includes sad, angry, miserable, and pitiful is ‘coward.’ In a year, I’ll be gone, and you’ll be nothing but some washout whose height of existence was in high school.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book wrecked my eyelashes. ♦ ____________________________________________
“You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all of those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but turns out that pricks in mustangs can still leave scars.” ____________________________________________
What I love about Easton is his struggle. In one hand, he’s white-knuckling revenge-studded obsession… and in the other hand; he’s cradling his growing love for Darcy, who kind of sweeps the rug out from under him.
Because he doesn’t know how to defeat something that ends up saving him.
She just has this crazy, mad talent for everything romance. She can make it whimsy; she can make it intense; she can make it light-hearted; she can make it dark. And with this book, she did all of the above.
With her, you’re just constantly on your toes as a reader. Because you just have no idea where she’s going to take you. And it was so amazing to watch her do that; to watch her take these characters and give them a heartbeat; to watch her take this blueprint of a plot design and watch her color everything in between; to watch her pour gasoline on a box of fireworks and light a match.
But more importantly, it’s about Cath Avery’s college experience and all the life lessons in between.
Cath is such a phenomenal character. Because she’s both tough and endearing. Plus, she has this super quick and snarky wit that’s freaking hilarious in every way possible! And she’s kind of this cool eccentric, totally awkward girl. I mean, she writes fan fiction and she’s famous (but anonymous) for it, people make her nervous (which is where that snarky wit of hers comes in), and she has a twin sister who’s also her best friend and is Cath’s total opposite.
But I think my favorite thing about Cath is that she’s so damn relatable! She worries about the same things you and I do (like, “Good god… what happens when and if I’m late to class? Should I knock? Just walk right in and give the professor my coffee and pretend that’s why I was late in the first place? Should I bearcrawl my way to my seat and hope no one notices?). Just random, stupid things like that but that totally make a difference when you’re in the moment, know what I mean?
And she’s always been so codependent on her fanfiction stories and on her very independent twin sister… that she gets to college and finds out that she can’t be that way anymore. She has to learn to speak up for herself, and to be that awkward girl, and to be totally okay with it!
So in a way, this book’s about first experiences (the good and the bad) and seeing it through the eyes of an awesome/awkward/totally kickass girl who’s both the girl she was and the girl she’s going to be.
You’re also going to meet these completely hilarious and awesome characters… who aren’t just characters, they’re people full of character.
*Like Reagan, Cath’s dorm roomie.
She did everything so forcefully. She swung their door open; she slammed it shut. She was bigger than Cath, a little taller and lot more buxom (seriously, buxom). She just seemed bigger. On the inside, too.
*Wren, her sister.
Wren had always been the Social One. The Friendly One. The one who got invited to quinceaneras and birthday parties. But before—in junior high and high school—everyone knew that if you invited Wren, you got Cath. They were a package deal, even at dances. There were three years’ worth of photos, taken at every homecoming, of Cath and Wren standing with their dates under an archway of balloons or in front of a glittery curtain.
They were a package deal, period. Since always.
*Cath’s single-parent dad.
“Dad. Why haven’t you called me? I left you a million messages.”
“You left me too many messages. You shouldn’t be calling me or even thinking about me. You’re in college now. Move on.”
“It’s just school, Dad. It’s not like we have irreconcilable differences.”
“Honey, I’ve watched a lot of 90210. The parents weren’t even on the show once Brandon and Brenda went to college. This is your time—you’re supposed to be going to frat parties and getting back together with Dylan.”
“Why does everyone want me to go to frat parties?”
“Who wants you to go to frat parties? I was just kidding. Don’t hang out with frat guys, Cath, they’re terrible. All they do is get drunk and watch 90210.”
*And there’s ♥Levi♥.
Levi’s definitely my runner-up for favorite character.
He’s not the hottest guy on campus and he’s not all broody and oozing sex appeal. He’s the guy you want to come home to when there are puddles rivering through the sidewalks, and he’s the cute guy you want to call when you’ve just had the best two minutes of your life and you want to tell someone, and he’s the cute and amazing guy you want to walk you home late at night and who’s going to open your doors for you and make you laugh when your lower lip’s trembling from trying to hold a bad day in.
Levi’s just that guy who every girl is going to meet, has already met, and wants to meet. Does that make sense? He’s realistic, because he’s completely imperfect and is perfect in the ways that matter.
Especially for Cath. They go from being acquaintances, to friends, and turn into something inseparable.
And these two banter the entire way through that’s going to make you laugh and keep you laughing.
(talking about Wren, her twin sister, and Wren's boyfriend) "Maybe we should go on lots of double dates," Cath said, "and then we can get married on the same day in a double ceremony, in matching dresses, and the four of us will light the unity candle all at the same time."
"Pfft," Levi said, "I'm picking out my own dress."
The way these two characters intertwine with each other and evolve towards each other in the book is where the story really is. Because they go from bantering friends to two people who become solid in each other’s lives. Their relationship is sweet, funny, comfortable, and comforting. All in one. And there’s just this overall warmth about them when they’re together on the page.
So we’re barely in September… and I’m already thinking about going ahead and giving this book the Best Book of the Year award. And I think I’m going to. Because books like this don’t come around too often and I’d be lucky to read a book like this in the next five years.
With memories that aren’t aloud to play outside, Della only has one goal: to finally live her life and see the world. So she quickly puts her past in her rear-view mirror and hits the road on her way to nowhere and everywhere.
And it’s at a gas station where she meets him.
♦ “Della. I like that name. It fits you. It’s sexy and mysterious.”
“Thank you, but now you’re one up on me. I don’t know your name.”
She looked like a great one-night stand. He looked like an amazing few hours of freedom.
Tomorrow, he’d leave and go and become the person he was supposed to be. She’d wake up and continue being the person she was determined not to be.
And then they weren’t ever supposed to see each other again.
But Woods was never far from Della’s thoughts. For the next couple of months when she was off experiencing life and experiencing sunburned smiles and doorslam heartbreaks… that one night of uninhibited freedom meant more to her than he’d ever know.
But she was about to find out that she was as unforgettable as he was.
Because now she’s back at Rosemary Beach and is walking in for a job interview with Mr. Kerrington, where she runs right smack into Woods… Kerrington.
Her new boss.
♦ I needed to put her sexy ass on another continent. But I was about to give her a job. Here at my club. So I could be tortured with the memory of our night amazing, mind-blowing sex.
Ah, hell. ♦
Della needed the job, and Woods needed the help. But what he didn’t need was the distraction and the constant reminder of what he couldn’t have. And he couldn’t have Della Sloane. No matter how hard he wanted her, he also knew that he had a life to live up to in his father’s cold and hard-driven eyes. His father would only accept the best of life and luxury and soft-hearted Della didn’t fit into the life that had always been blue-printed for Woods.
But no matter how hard he fought it, he couldn’t fight the attraction.
They couldn’t fight it.
♦ “Woods, please,” I begged.
He lifted his head, and the look in his hooded eyes told me he was as turned on as I was. I loved that tasting me did this to him.
“Are you gonna come in my mouth?” he asked, sticking out his tongue and running it from my opening to my swollen clit.
“I need to,” I panted.
“This pretty little pussy needs to come?” he asked, taking another long, leisurely lap with his tongue. I squirmed and whimpered.
He reached up and covered my mouth with his hand before pulling my clit into his mouth and shoving two fingers into my soaking entrance. His fingers pumped into me as his tongue flicked my clit and sucked on it. My scream was smothered by his hand. ♦
And soon that ignited passion turns into something neither of them could have ever saw coming.; Something life-altering; Something wishful and starless:
♦ I love him. I can’t love him,” I said quietly. ♦
But the thing is…
♦ Della’s storming memories are catching up to them.
♦ “Were you outside, Della? How could you? What do I have to do to get it throught your head that you can’t go outside? It’s dangerous out there.” The shrill screech of my mother’s voice was nothing like the searing pain from the leather belt that she slashed across my legs. I new not to cry out in pain. She’d only get angrier.
My knees buckled as the tender skin behind them tore open from the continuous hit of the leather. ♦
And though they couldn’t fight their attraction for the other…
Choices will have to be made.
♦ “If you love my son, and I believe in that unstable brain of yours that you think you do, you will leave him alone. Let him go. He doesn’t need this or you. He needs someone who can give him healthy children. Someone he doesn’t have to take care of. Don’t you want that for him?”
You know what I love about Andrea? She’s has a very traditional romantic style of writing. This is someone who knows how to gi
You know what I love about Andrea? She’s has a very traditional romantic style of writing. This is someone who knows how to give you one hell an HEA, but who can also twist the story into something that’s completely erotic and sexy at the same time! She not just like, “…And then they lived happily ever after.” Andrea’s style is more along the lines of…
I love Taz. He’s my absolute favorite in this book. I kind of want to have his babies.
And Taz is introduced to us in this story via Lindsey, the heroine. See, Taz works with Lindsey’s step-dad… so they’ve all known each other for awhile. But at the beginning of the book, Taz and Lindsey are kind of thrown together in a rather unfortunate/hilarious/sweet incident.
That’s when the ball really gets rolling! *You’ll see.* ;)
Because things begin to really spark between these two. And that’s another thing that I loved about this book: the sexual angst! MY GOODNESS! It was awesome… because these two characters are attracted to each other, but Taz is really hesitant because Lindsey is the daughter of his boss… and she’s also a virgin.
And Taz is kind of fucking *amazing* in bed… not a virgin.
A Russian roulette of a guy; and he’s absolutely my favorite because he’s uncatchable, inescapable, and menacingly sexy. At one point in this series, I truly believe he was in love with Ellie; but she betrayed him. And with a guy like Javier Bernal… when you betray him, it’s because you outsmarted him.
And that doesn’t happen often.
So seven years later, he finds her. And he offers her one clusterfuck of a deal.
“Travis hurt you, Ellie. He was the reason you found me those years ago. You wanted revenge for your scars, for your life, for what he’d done to you. I’m handing you the gun. Together, we can get your revenge. And I can get mine.”
Now, here’s where it gets helluva interesting! Because now Ellie and Javier have a relationship again; and it’s not the loving kind. It’s different. He’s different. He’s more manic, more menacing, more powerful.
And Ellie’s about to find out that the relationship they once had has now evolved into something far more sinister… but just as seducing.
He pulled my skirt until it was around my waist and tore my cheap though off with one smooth motion. His lips and teeth went to my neck, biting hard and sucking slow, making my back arch with each touch. His fingers found their way inside me, stroking and rubbing in all of the right places until I moaned.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunted, mouth at my ear, tongue flicking my lobe. “Tell me you’re mine, then I’ll take you.”
“I’m yours,” I said, my voice shaking. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. “I’m all yours.”
I fell so hard into this story, its words might as well have been made out of concrete.
Everyone’s talking about Leah Raeder’s writing. And they shouldI fell so hard into this story, its words might as well have been made out of concrete.
Everyone’s talking about Leah Raeder’s writing. And they should be. Because she writes with such a red nail-polished confidence, that it’s pretty much intimate with impossible not to fall into it. Her writing style is effortless, interesting, and uninterested; and she writes with words that are tantamount to gunmetal and peonies.
Or something. ;)
What’s even better than the writing itself, is that she uses its lyrical beauty to describe something darkly controversial:
Teacher and student. And their intensely sexual and emotional love affair.
Now, I’m not going to tell you this is where she fell in love with him. And I’m not going to tell you that this was their point-of-no-return. That comes later.
Because just for now, this was just a night where just a girl met just a guy she just wanted to fuck and then she just… left.
In the moments between these events, we learn a lot about Maise.
See, on the surface; Maise is just an eighteen-year-old girl who lives with her single mom, and is approaching her senior year in highscool. But she’s actually a very diamond-faceted girl with an old soul that’s in a hurry to grow up. She only sleeps with older guys because they have the habit and emotional capacity for not getting emotionally involved.
But then she meets Evan at the carnival. And she actually likes him, which freaks her out, especially when he wants to see her again after they have sex in the carnival parking lot. But that’s okay, because she never expects to see him again.
Until she comes face to face with him during the first day of school. And now, Evan, the guy she screwed in the carnival parking lot is now Mr. Wilke, her teacher.
Right away, Evan/Mr. Wilke and Maise feel that sexual attraction and overall connection they shared during that not-too-long-ago night they spent together.
And fail miserably. Because suddenly, they’re sharing heated glances in the classroom; secret caresses as they pass each other in the hallway; hotel rooms in the late afternoon; and reckless pulse-igniting trysts against the chalkboard.
Let us all bow our heads and have a moment of silence for the books you’re planning to read after this one.
And let us pray that they’re even half as good. ;)
Jennifer Armentrout AKA the Yoda of sexual tension does it again with this book of scrumptious amazingness!
Seriously, I didn’t even know you could write a sex scene like that! GEEZ! And it’s not just the way this woman can write a sex scene that makes her writing so electric… it’s the way she architects her characters. Sydney, for example, is so damn relatable and Kyler is so damn… SEXY! And it’s the chemistry she creates between these two that’s going to have you at the complete mercy of this book.
I was Kyler’s best friend. And because of that, he would never love me the way I loved him.
Ever since he pushed her off the merry-go-round as kids, Sydney and Kyler have been inseparable. These two were best friends and were comfortable as worn denim around each other. But people didn’t understand it. Because Sydney was the timid bookworm, and Kyler…
Kyler oozed sex appeal, a dangerous mix of looks and intelligence wrapped in an air of unpredictability.
Even as kids, Sydney loved him. And it was the innocent kind of love. The kind of love a little girl has for a little boy as they eat cold watermelon together on warm sidewalks.
But as they got older, that loved changed. Because Sydney fell into it.
And as Kyler turned into that sexy, dangerous guy that turned heads everywhere he went; Sydney grew quieter and quieter how she felt about him. On the outside, you wouldn’t be able to see it.
♦You wouldn’t have seen the shards of unshed tears that glittered her eyelashes at their highschool prom when Kyler left early with another girl, and didn’t keep his promise of saving her a dance that night.
You wouldn’t have seen the way her throat held her breath captive every time Kyler gave her those bear hugs he only gave to her.♦
♦You wouldn’t have been able to see the way she looked at him when they had those sunrise conversations that only two best friends can have.
But now it’s their last year of college.
And Sydney has come to peace with the fact that she’ll take whatever piece of Kyler she can get. But even after so many years… she still can’t help but wonder why he’s so seemingly adamant about seducing every girl he comes across. And never her.
Because she never realized that there was a reason why Kyler went out of his way to make sure that they would always just remain friends.
Syd would always deserve far better than me, no matter how deep she lived inside of me.
♦Until they go on their annual winter break ski trip.♦
Because now, they’re completely alone after a blizzard completely overtakes the ski trip, causing their friends to not be able to make it; causing Sydney and Kyler to live in very close quarters with the other; and causing Sydney to make a friendship-shattering proposal.
“And what is it again that you want?”
I started to look away, but his fingers landed on my chin, holding my gaze to his. “I… I want you.”
“You’ve said that already. You’ve also said that you want what the other girls have gotten. You know what that is?”
I nodded the best I could.
“I fucked those girls. That’s it. No strings. No commitments. Nothing. And that’s what you want? You want me to fuck you?”
No. I wanted so much more. “Yes.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. Anger flashed across his striking face—real anger, brightening his cheeks.
And now she has a camera crew following her. Now she has Ronin angry with her. Now she has Ford, an enigma of a man who wants her for less than innocent reasons. Now she has Spencer painting her naked body for every photo shoot. Now she has the one thing in her life that she ran away from…chasing her.
And now when she needs someone to trust. She can’t.
Because in a model’s world…
Everyone’s posing. And no one is who they say they are.
A story about the very thin line between love and hate.
♦Between cruelty and devotion.♦
Ever since childhood, Lana Sweeney has been love with
A story about the very thin line between love and hate.
♦Between cruelty and devotion.♦
Ever since childhood, Lana Sweeney has been love with the boy next door. With cruel eyes and a threatening smile, Robert was beautiful. He was everything Lana wasn’t. Where she was timid and shy, he had a loud laugh and moved with panther-like confidence.
And because Lana was best-friends with his twin-sister, she couldn’t escape his presence.
Not that she wanted to.
She was fascinated by him. And he always used that against her. Every time she would blush, he would use it to make her cry. Lana was always at the expense of Robert’s every joke.
But little did she know…
That while she was openly obsessed with him…he was secretly obsessed with her.
The malice he once shown as a boy has now taken on a very sexy edge. And the head games he used to play with her when they were younger have now turned into the ultimate game of seduction. He always knew how to be boyishly charming and always used it to get out of trouble… but now with age, it’s become something else entirely.
Suddenly, his expression turns serious. He reaches up and softly takes hold of my chin before swiping his thumb over my lower lip. I instantly regret not getting out from under him sooner because now I’m frozen solid.
“Your mouth,” he says, low and deep. “It moves and I just want to…”
“Zip it shut?” I interrupt nervously.
And artful grin splits his lips. “No,” he breathes, then leans in close to my ear and whispers, “Fuck it.”
Now that dream has come true, and it’s not at all what I expected.
***Reviewer's Note: This has got to be one of the most well-written books I've read in a long time! This isn't your average love story, guys. It's beautiful and sexy and sweet with a touch of darkness. And I'm only going to say this once: pay close attention to Robert.***...more
With an attraction between the two that leaves them both shaking from resistance, these two find themselves in a white-knuckled romance that unravels them both.
And try as they might to stop it from consuming them both…
“I know what you taste like, Danika” I interrupted, my tone harsh. “I know how it feels to have you come against my tongue. What it feels like to have you clench around my cock while you lose your fucking mind. I’ve shoved my cock so deep down your throat I felt your tonsils. Are we going to forget all of that?”
“I’ve had my mouth all over you, my hands… my teeth. And your cunt has squeezed my cock so tight that my vision went blurry. Am I supposed to forget that, too?”
I have to let go of everything. And so I walk away. I walk away from the voices, the shouts, the disappointment. I walk away from my deceptions, my mistakes, my regrets. I walk away from all that I am supposed to be and all that I cannot be.
For all of it is a lie.
And uhh... to you authors whose books I plan on reading after this one?
He considers me, his expression impassive, but his pale green eyes shimmer and then burn. “Stand up and take off your clothes, Sara.”
Lisa Renee Jones is a labyrinth of an author. This is a romance series, yes, but it’s so mysterious and so completely sexy that it almost makes you feel blindfolded while reading it in the most stimulating way. She has this unfounded way of telling a story that completely envelopes you.
It’s fucking crazy.
This is a love story. But it’s going to puzzle you and it’s going to drive you to chills and it’s going to startle you.
Rebecca worked at a very successful art gallery. Rebecca was involved in a clandestine sex club. Rebecca was also involved with a nameless man, who she called “Master”. Rebecca described “Master” as possessive, obsessive, punishing, and consuming.
This woman has a manic talent with words! And plot twists. And dialogue. And skyscraper-sized cliff-hangers. And heart-splintering moments. And her characters… LAWD! Her characters…
***Daemon Black is everything that has ever been my favorite thing.***
And she does all of this is such an effortless way. It’s almost like she’s having a conversation with each and every one of her readers when she writes a book. Because she makes sure you’re a part of everything she writes. She doesn’t just want you read it; she wants you to experience it. And I get that that’s what every author tries to do… The difference is that Jennifer actually does it.
Pine needles must hurt like a bitch. Blake isn’t wall-resistant. Someone gets married. Creepy-ass ten-year-olds. We find out what Luc really is. <----- Seriously. That has been bugging me forever! I really hope Archer gets his own book. Someone gets pregnant. Five characters die. (And I’m so not going to tell you who!) What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. And never piss off Luc.
But seriously, you’re going to be doing that ugly-laughing thing where you know, you hug lower body and mascara’s running down your face and you’re rolling on the ground making disturbing noises and people don’t know whether someone attacked you or if maybe you should be attacked.
I’m just saying!
It’s goin’ to happen.
So you better start writing that “Thank You” letter to your yoga instructor now.
This is the series I’ve been waiting for. The kind of series I can sink my teeth into (no pun intended). With a glittering ensemble of characters, a rapid storyline, and enough suspense and overall sexiness that’ll teach you all about white-knuckling that pretty kindle of yours; this is probably in the running of being my favorite series this year.
What I love about Chloe Neill is that she’s one of the rare authors who knows how to really settle into her story. She’s not in a hurry and she doesn’t force the story along… she just lets it happen, but she still manages to light a wildfire of intensity within it.
This book begins by throwing your right into the story with Merit, the heroine, being forced to become a vampire. I use the term, ‘forced’, lightly because it’s actually done to save her life. A vampire attacks her on her Chicago college campus, and tries to kill her, but then is scared off when a stronger vampire approaches the scene.
And that stronger vampire is none other than Ethan Sullivan. I’ll get to him later, but for now just know that he’s the one that turns her into a vampire, thereby making him her “Master”. <---- Which Merit finds out later in the story, and she’s not all that thrilled about it
After Ethan saves her, Merit is delivered back to her home and has to go through three meticulous days of transitioning. Luckily for Merit, she lives with Mallory (her BFF) and they have a copious stash of Chunky Munky. ;)
After transitioning, Merit learns a LOT about the new world she lives in:
A) Vampires do exist. B) And she’s now one of them. C) Aaaaand she’s a very powerful one. D) The sexy and infuriatingly enigmatic Ethan Sullivan is her Master. E) The majority of vampires actually belong to certain Houses (think Harry Potter) F) She belongs to the one her Master resides in (Cadogen) G) She has to swear complete allegiance and fealty to the sexy and infuriatingly enigmatic Ethan Sullivan H) She doesn’t even know if she even likes Ethan, but she kind of wants to have his babies. (Because the man is god-like gorgeous) I) Not only to vampires exist, but so do fairies; nymphs; werewolves (shape-shifters); and everything else that belongs in a demented fairy tale. J) Her best friend Mallory is a sorceress, and also didn’t know she was one K) Oh yeah, and there’s a vampire that’s going around killing other vampires, framing her House, and it’s up to her stop it.
I loved Merit because she’s just this down-to-earth person that’s just been thrown one hell of a plot twist in her life. She’s a bookworm at heart, and now she’s a kickass vampire. And what I appreciated was that she’s not annoying at all! She’s just a girl who’s trying to find her way in her new life, and is trying not to fuck or kill Ethan Sullivan, her Master.
For all the tailored clothes and impeccable looks, his power was obvious. He fairly hummed with it, and while his movements were crisp and elegant, they hinted at something darker, something menacing beneath the surface—a shark arcing below deceptively smooth water.
There are really only two words that can describe Ethan, and those two words are:
One of the most powerful vampires. He’s also helluva sexy. And a badass. And a labyrinth of man, because he’s so DAMN enigmatic (seriously, I’m already knee-deep in book 2 of this series, and I still can’t wrap my head around him!). Just when you think you’re finally understanding him, he does something *mindblowing*.
And what’s really awesome about he and Merit… is that they have this HUGE wire of sexual tension between them. Because on one hand, they want to tear each other apart… but then on the other hand… they want to just have wild, lurid, vampire sex with each other. They’re so attracted to each other, but none of them is willing submit to the other so it definitely gets…interesting.
“Yes, I get that you don’t want to be attracted to me, that you think I’m beneath you. And in case you haven’t realized it, I’m not thrilled about it either. I don’t want to like you, and I certainly don’t want to be… desired begrudgingly.”
He stepped toward me with the grace of slinking panther. And just as dangerous.
“Then what do you want me to say?” His voice was low, thick with lambent power. “That I wanted you to taste me? For all that you’re stubborn, sarcastic, completely unable to take seriously my authority, and patently disrespectful, that I want you? Do you think this is what I would choose?”
My voice quiet, the sound oddly far away, I told him, “I don’t want anything from you.”
“Liar,” he accused, and lowered his mouth to mine.
As the book begins… Mallory Carmichael is just Merit’s best friend. And she’s an awesome best friend because she’s snarky and stubborn and HILARIOUS. But soon she finds out that she’s actually a sorceress. Which is kind of badass, if I do say so myself. Because I predict that within this series in general, we’re going to see Merit and Mallory become this kickass duo.
What I loved about Mallory’s character is that like, Merit, she’s just really a down-to-earth kind of girl who’s just been completely thrown into this world of realistic fantasy. And I love the way her character develops, because it’s not like you know; one day she’s normal, and the next day she’s this ultra powerful sorceress.
It doesn’t happen like that. Mallory’s actually really scared of her magic, because she is so powerful. And she’s actually kind of reluctant to use it. Which brings us to… *drum roll*…
Catcher Bell is another yummy, sexy character. He’s a rebellious ass-kicker of a guy. He’s also a sorcerer. And unlike Mallory; he completely owns it. He’s kind of like the Yoda/Merlin of this series, because he’s the one that teaches both Merit and Mallory how to become what they were meant to be. He shows them the ropes, kicks their asses a little bit, and teaches them how to get back up from a fight.
If you’re looking for an epic series, this is it, guys. I’m so glad I stumbled across this series… because I have a feeling that it’s going to be the kind that I’ll never forget and will probably be placed on a shelf right up there with the “Fever” series, “The Mortal Instruments”, and “Harry Potter”.
Sienna Jensen’s life is getting to be a bit annoying lately. She has less than a rent-payment in her checking account; she works as a wardrobe consultant for a famous TV show and she hates her boss; she has a grudge-worthy relationship with her mom; and she hardly ever talks to her brother.
So when her brother does call her…
She knows it can’t be good news.
As it turns out… her childhood home is being sold to some asscrown who plans on shortly evicting the only family Sienna has ever loved: her grandmother.
Trying to fix the situation, Sienna hops an L.A. plane and heads back to Nashville where she comes face to face with said asscrown who’s trying to buy off her childhood.
Only it’s not just any asscrown she comes face to face with. It’s an asscrown from her past. And THE asscrown of her life.
Our gazes connect. His hazel eyes challenge my blue. Predator and prey.
For a moment, I’m sure he has no clue who I am.
But then, a slow, animalistic smile of realization stretches across Lucas Wolfe’s face.
That grin—it’s the same one he gave to years ago, right after I refused to let him cuff me to his bed, and just before he literally told me to get the fuck out of his house.
He’s calm and gorgeous, amused and completely animal.
Lucas Wolfe is probably one of the sexiest characters I’ve come across.
♥He’s a rockstar. ♥He’s OMG-I-CAN’T-EVEN-BEGIN-TO-DESCRIBE-TO-YOU unbelievably hot. ♥He has a BDSM fetish (are you swooning yet?) ♥ There’s a calm predator-like characteristic about him that’s completely wicked.
And Sienna is his prey.
He’s the guy Sienna would do anything to forget. And she’s the girl Lucas will always remember.
And right now?
He has her *right* where he wants her.
Because Sienna will do anything to save her childhood home and grandmother’s happiness.
And right now… anything constitutes as being Lucas Wolfe’s personal assistant for the next ten days. That’s the deal. She does whatever he wants her to do for *ten* days… and he’ll give her the deed back to the house.
And no making me do sexual favors?” I ask one final time.
He grants me a hungry smile, and I know there’s a caveat. “Oh, we’ll fuck, Sienna. Believe me, it’s been bound to happen since I first laid eyes on you. But this time it’s going to be because you beg me, not the other way around.”
Does she beg for it?
Or was one heartbreak enough for her?
Lucas Wolfe is going to shatter Sienna Jensen one way or another…
His fingertips stroke my wetness through my thin cotton underwear, and I moan, feeling my legs start to tremble. He’s right. He’s so right about what I want, it physically hurts right now. But I won’t give in.
“Are you sure?” he asks, and when I nod, he orders, “Turn around, and play.”
I expect him to take his hands away from my body the moment my fingers make contact with the keys, but he doesn’t. .I’m one chord in when he slides my panties aside, gliding his fingers beneath the damp fabric so that he can stroke my slick lips. Three measures when he pushes one finger inside me.
This is a book that’s going to take you out of your comfort zone, guys. I’m going to tell you that right now. So before you read The Tied Man, I want you to pick out a quiet and very dark corner in your home.
Because you’re going to need it to rock yourself to sleep later.
The thing about this book that nailed me right between the eyes… was that it WAS such a beautiful story. And I couldn’t stop reading it even if I tried! And it’s built on the lesson that teaches us that sometimes… friendship between two people is far more intimate than even the most perverse sexual act.
Quintessentially, this story has three main characters. A world-famed artist, Lilith Bressen, is primarily introduced when she’s agreed to venture off to Albermarle Hall to paint the portrait of the lady of the house, Blaine Albermarle. Upon arrival, Lilith meets Blaine and her “companion”, Finn Strachan.
I had never met anyone quite like the willow-thin young man standing before me: Finn had the face of a fallen angel.
Wide, dissolute eyes the colour of moss agate gazed out from behind a long, thick fringe of muddy blond hair, and loose strands fell to frame a snub nose and sensuous cupid’s bow of a mouth that was just saved from being feminine by a square, stubborn jaw.
The very first time I met him, Finn Strachan stole my breath.
Right away, Lilith knows that something uncanny is afoot. She can’t quite place her finger on it, but she knows something’s not quite right when Finn gives her a sexual proposal. However… it’s not the proposal that sets up a red flag…
It’s the robotic way in which he proposes it.
♦Like it’s second nature to him. Like he does it everyday.♦ ♦With every guest.
And because Lilith has a very shrewd artistic eye… suddenly Finn’s haunted eyes, beautiful face, and a body laden with bruises begin to make sense.
Especially when Blaine gives the suspension away by telling Lilith that Finn isn’t merely her “companion”… but rather her employee she uses to entertain her guests.
And by entertainment for guests… I mean Finn is sexually exploited by her guests.
And he’s not used just for the women: he’s used for the men as well. And for the perverse. And for the sinister who have a liking for beating the living shit out of Finn while they get off.
Finn’s face contorted in agony as a clenched hand was shoved deep into him, and when Ellis pulled his fingers away blood and shit glistened across his knuckles. He must have deemed him ready, because without any further ceremony he began to fuck Finn with legal savagery.
Chester was the first to roll away from Finn's battered body, spend and happy, as Ellis brought himself to one last heaving climax above their plaything's bowed and insensible head. He grinned with obscene joy as he came, leaving viscous strings of semen to drip over Finn's hair and shoulders.
When it was all over, they embraced and raised their glasses to each other as they congratulated themselves on living out their sordid fantasy.
All of which happens just so Blaine can watch.
See, Blaine’s the villain in this story. And it would be a vast understatement to say that she’s a sociopathic villain with an affinity for voyeurism.
She’s a sick, sick, sick woman.
Let’s see… how can I drive the point home as to how menacingly malicious this woman is?
She’s the kind of woman who would kill you while she let you listen to your favorite song. She’s the kind of woman who could strangle you with a feather. She’s the kind of woman who would inject dye into your eye with an eight-inch needle just to see if the iris would change color.
Just for shits and giggles.
And Lilith doesn’t notice it when she arrives at Albermarle Hall, but she has just fallen face-first into life-long game of sexual depravity.
And Finn is the star-player.
After she finds out what exactly Finn does, Lilith is completely appalled by both him and Blaine. But because Lilith is forced to stay until she completes the painting… she soon learns that Finn really isn’t a player in the scheme of things, but rather the victim. Because he, too, is there against his will.
And what’s truly beautiful about this story, is the relationship Lilith and Finn form. For awhile, they sort of dance around the other. Because here’s Lilith, a Fort Knox of a young woman who’s quite guarded… and then here’s Finn who has no personal security whatsoever because he’s literally had everything stripped from him. And soon they form this comradery that turns into their understanding each other that turns into their protecting each other that turns into their loving each other.
But what they don’t know… is that Blaine, the voyeur that she is… is watching all of this happen.
I think, essentially, what made this book so consuming for me was the fact that Tabitha McGowan *told* it so well. There’s a distinctive grace to her writing that’s so compelling. And while reading it… it’s definitely safe to say that this is a story that only she could tell. It’s hard to have such a crude basis as part of a plot design and be able to tell it with such refinement. But she did. In spades.
And I, without a question, recommend this book to anyone and everyone. Especially those who aren’t afraid to feel a LOT of impact while reading. And by that… I mean get ready to be *sucker-punched* by this story.
With shaking hands and over-the-shoulder glances, she can’t help but scan the warm sidewalks for his face.
Until he finds her.
He released my limp hand, then gripped my legs open, and buried his face there. He began to suck and lick and stroke, working me hard with his tongue and teeth before he started on me with thick fingers.
And being that this book is written by THE Olivia Cunning… Has five sexy has HELL rockstars who happen to believe in *ahem*… “teamwork” And is very hot, extreeeeemely sexy, and oh so dirty from the get-go…
I want to talk to ya guys about Kristen Ashley. This is the first novel of her that I’ve read (we’ll celebrate later)… and it’s crazy because right away, her writing FLOORED me! She has such a signature writing style that I love! It’s witty; it’s snarky; it’s sexy. And she’s just so comfy with it, know what I mean? This is an author who completely owns what she does.
Rock Chick in a nutshell, is about a kickass girl, Indy Savage.
Indy owns a bookstore, and her brilliant coffee-maker-guy gets into trouble. Because well, he’s a pot (as in marijuana) seller. And he makes the mistake of selling to the wrong guy, who instead of paying coffee-maker-guy in cash, pays him in diamonds. That didn’t even belong to him in the first place.
So because they don’t belong to him, coffee-maker-guy is now stuck with stolen diamonds. And one morning he shows up to work, at Indy’s bookstore, and they both get shot at… because they have stolen diamonds.
Now, Indy is the daughter of a cop. So she has plenty of people to call for help on this. But she knows there’s only really one man who can get the job done.
*BIG eyebrow waggle*
That’s right… she calls none other than THE Lee Nightingale.
And the reason why I call him the Lee Nightingale is because that’s exactly how Indy thinks of him, as well. See, Indy has been in love with Lee since she was five. They grew up together. But he’s always been off limits.
Plus, he’s kind of scary. As in jenny-get-your-gun scary.
So she calls him. And he, of course, helps her out. But he’s not just doing it be a good ol’ Samaritan. No no no… he’s doing it because he expects sexual favors in return. Which baffles the cruddola out of Indy, because well… Lee has always told her that he always saw her as the “little sister” type.
So now Indy’s getting shot at all of a sudden and the love of her life who she’s finally gotten over suddenly decides he wants her.
Aaaand…. I can’t tell you anymore because I’ll give everything away. ;)
So about the characters…
I loved every character in this book.
Every. Single. One.
I loved the stoner “Kevster” (his vocabulary is ha-ha-larious). I loved Indy’s drag-queen neighbor. And laaaaaawd, did I freaking LOVE cat-sitter Tex! (“Holy fuck, pandemonium at the gay bar!” <-------- Best. Line. Ever.)
What was so awesome about the characters is that they’re all so eclectically eccentric. But they go together so well! Bravo, Kristen Ashley… bra-freakin-vo.
So about my review…
My review is this: this is book fantastic, and if you haven’t read it yet… I really don’t know what you’re doing sitting there reading this review. This book’s got everything: guns, car chases, hysterical one-liners, a kickass heroine, and one SEXY AS HELL alpha male <----- Just remember he’s mine, okay? ;)
I just need to get a few things out of the way before I can tell you how awesome this book is. I know what you’re thinking… “Wait. But you Okie dokie.
I just need to get a few things out of the way before I can tell you how awesome this book is. I know what you’re thinking… “Wait. But you gave only it three stars, Ash. WTF?”
Right you are, friends!
But there’s a very specific reason as to why I downgraded this book from having a four-star review.
AKA the heroine who couldn’t make a decision to save her life.
Let me break this down for you:
Emily’s boyfriend, Dillon, is a narcissistic, money-greedy asshole. He also pushes Emily around both metaphorically and literally. He’s possessive (and not in the fun way… more like the take-that-fucking-dress-off-everyone’s-going-to-think-you’re-a-fucking-whore way), controlling, vindictive, and manipulative. Just Google “narcissism”, okay? And there you will everything that is Dillon.
And see, here’s where the whole decision thing comes into place.
Because Emily meets another guy, Gavin Blake. And he’s thumbs-up AMAZING. And sexy. And gorgeous. And a multi-millionaire business mogul. And he can dance. And he’s an alpha male. And he’s great with his niece and nephew.
Oh, and he also says things like:
“I want it all, Emily. I want to spend my nights holding hands with you,” he breathed the words into her ear. “I want the all-day texting. I want the laughing and the forehead kisses. I want the date nights, the movie watching, and the breakfast making. I want the late-night drives, the sunset watching, the screaming, the yelling, and the crying.” Still kissing her, he smiled against her mouth. “I know I’ll definitely want the make-up sex that comes after all of the screaming and crying. I want the good, the bad, and the in-between.”
***And seriously. Throughout 80% of the book… Emily can’t make a decision between these two guys.***
So beautiful and very subtly powerful, “Reason to Breathe” is about Emma, a high school girl with a home life that would make Vernon and Petunia Dursley (Harry Potter’s aunt and uncle) seem warm and fuzzy. This isn’t the kind of story that gives you butterflies, guys… this is a story that’s going to make your nerves bleed a little and it’s going to make your eyelashes sparkle.
Wow. What a great heroine! Instead of an alarm clock, she has an aunt with a leather belt who’s more than willing to wake her up in the morning.
And all Emma wants is to be unnoticed. Because if she’s unnoticed, then no one can ask her about chronic bruises on her arm, the marks on her back, the burns on her hands, or the reason why she sometimes walks with a slight limp.
♦I survived by keeping my emotions in check – by maintaining my composure and tucking it all away. I managed to stay under the radar, skating through school without anyone truly remembering I was here. I was easily forgettable.
That’s what I counted on.♦
So when, Evan, the knew boy at school takes notice of Emma… well, that’s when things get really interesting!
Fuck. I loved Evan! He’s the boy who Emma didn’t want to fall in love with… but she did anyway. Because he DOES notice her, and he DOES push her boundaries.
Their story begins when he contradicts her in the classroom, and for some reason, this gets Emma SO angry. And I mean, Emma is a girl who never gets angry because she’s just so numb already. So when this boy gets her to raise her hackles a bit, Emma’s slightly confused because he gets under her skin. And no one gets under her skin.
And slowly but surely, as the story evolves… we see these two characters begin to fall in love with each other.
. . . There’s something different about him, and I don’t have to think hard to see it. Something about the way he takes over a room, the way he looks at me, as though he has already identified and can disarm every one of my defense mechanisms with no effort, as though he sees through them to the disaster lying beneath.
If I had to only use one word to sum up this book?
I wasn’t supposed to read this book, you know. And I absolutely wasn’t supposed to like it. IIf I had to only use one word to sum up this book?
I wasn’t supposed to read this book, you know. And I absolutely wasn’t supposed to like it. I had read an excerpt from it about a year ago, and immediately scrunched up my nose while simultaneously turning it up in conclusion that it just wasn’t my cup o’ tea. I was like, “A professor and a student version of Fifty Shades of Grey, eh?” Pass.
And then I did read it. And. Then. I. Fucking. Loved. It.
So here, let me introduce it to you… ____________________________________________
Though Gabriel doesn’t quite remember her… there’s still a black wire of sexual attraction between the two. And he tries like hell to stay far, far away from it because he knows that he’s surrounded by sin and she’s enveloped by everything… good.
Quite frankly, Julianne’s *terrified* of Gabriel and tries to stay as far away from him as she possibly can. But the two of them keep running into each other through circumstance, and the more she sees of him… the more she’s intrigued.
And that intrigue soon turns into something else entirely.
In terms of the whole Fifty Shades of Grey comparison… there definitely are similarities. But where FSOG was more… sexual and perhaps potable; Gabriel’s Inferno is more sensual and emotionally consuming.
I think E.L. James told the better story, and Sylvain Reynard told the story better.
This is a book that’s going to have you tearing through its pages like it’s a 20-page picture book. Because it’s just written so fucking well! I sat down to read a couple chapters, just to give it a second chance and 500 plus pages later… Here I am.