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Search (The Empire Chronicles, Book 2)

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Casey isn’t human. The revelation should terrify her, but it doesn’t. Instead it excites her. Too bad not everyone is as excited as she is.

Torn between two lives, the only one she’s ever known and her life as a paranormal princess, Casey has to decide whether she can trust the man she loves.

Sometimes being a princess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

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Serving coffee is temporary, just like Casey’s year off from school. She’s going to come up with a plan to stay in New York City and go back to college, and that plan does not involve dating a paranormal creature—let alone two.

Running the supernatural society of New York is not as fun as it sounds, especially when you still have to answer to your ex-girlfriend’s fiancé. Toby doesn’t mean to bring Casey into the chaos of his life, but he can’t resist the girl who makes him smile when he thought no one else ever could.

Jared’s in New York checking out a security risk for his best friend, the king. He plans to return to New Orleans quickly, but not if it means losing his chance with the brunette who pretends she wants nothing to do with him.

In over her head with a bunch of winged creatures who most definitely are not angels, Casey has to figure out who to trust with her life and maybe her heart.

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Torn Epilogue

Until the End of Time

Connections #2 by Kim Karr

© 2014 by Kim Karr

Dahlia Wilde

The sleek metal bars crisscross in front of me with openings large enough to slide my

wrists through. The fabric of my nightgown ruffles as the cool air cascades under it and

wraps around my naked body. The sight before me is magnificent—tall, sleek, and

glorious. I hold my thumb and forefinger up and pinch the image. River is standing

beside me and I catch his gaze just as he looks over at me. I smile. He lifts his hand to

mimic mine. The Eiffel Tower looms impressively before us and we both pretend to grab

Without missing a beat, I lift my camera. “Smile.”

“I am,” he says through gritted teeth.

I can’t help but laugh. I may have asked my new husband to pose a few too many

times during our honeymoon—but I can’t help myself. His sexy sweet grin combined

with the Parisian surroundings is just so picturesque—almost hypnotic. The view from

this spot must have been built in anticipation of the beautiful pictures one could capture

while standing here.

“I think I’ve had enough of the posing for one morning,” he mutters.

He takes my camera and sets it on the chair behind him before prowling toward me.

There is a chill in the air but when his warm hard body presses up against mine, I no

longer feel it. I toss my head back as his mouth drops to my throat and his lips glide down

my neck.

“We have to get ready to go,” I manage to say. My voice cracking as arousal

overtakes me.

His mouth makes its way down to the silk garment that covers my breasts at the

same time his hand slides underneath the hem.

“We can be a few minutes late,” he growls.

 

The thin spaghetti strap over my shoulder falls to the side, allowing him to easily

suck on one of my nipples. I lean against the railing of the balcony as his mouth and his

touch all make me forget we have someplace to be.

My heart flutters at the sight of River standing in the hotel suite door waiting for me

to join him. With his emerald green eyes boring into me, and his mop of shaggy light

brown hair, he is utterly breathtaking. Add to the picture low riding jeans, black boots,

and the new leather jacket that his aunt gave him, and he is nothing if not perfection.

Looking at him now makes me wish today was one of those days we could just lock

ourselves away in this room.

“You look edible,” I purr as I put on my boots.

He winks and smiles a devilish grin at me. “I like the sound of that.”

I circle my lips with my tongue and stand to zip my jacket.

He groans at my gesture before casually swinging my camera bag over his shoulder

and extending his hand. “Come on, beautiful, let’s go before I change my mind.”

Walking hand in hand he turns around to face me as we stand in our own private

foyer. He reaches to grasp my left hand with his left hand and our rings collide. He loves

doing this. He does it all the time.

“Mine,” he whispers as he lifts our interlaced fingers to his mouth and kisses my

pearl encrusted wedding band.

I bow my head to kiss his plain platinum ring and then our mouths meet. The ring

looks so sexy on him. I never realized how turned on I could be by a simple piece of

jewelry. But knowing it means he belongs to me does crazy things to me. After a few

minutes of gazing at each other he hits the down button for the elevator.

Both of us seem lost in our own thoughts as we descend the fifty floors. My mind

replays the fun we’ve had while in Paris. Last night we went to the famous George’s and

enjoyed its sweeping views of the city over a bottle of champagne. We even ventured

outside our comfort zones and tried their world famous duck foie gras. I wasn’t a fan and

River disliked it even more than I did, but at least we sampled it. Afterward we stopped

 

in Andy Warhol’s cocktail bar for a drink and to see the magnificent art. Two nights ago,

we dined at the Ritz Side Car. And the night before that, we hit Club Queen because I

was dying to see the world famed disco ball. Everyone dancing there was uninhibited and

it was beyond wild. Everything we’ve done here has been electric, exciting, and dare I

say: erotic.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask as the elevator reaches the bottom floor.

A wicked smile crosses his face. “I’ll never tell.”

I laugh. “Okay we’ll see.”

We exit the elevator and bundle up for the cool weather before hitting the streets of

Paris. This city is both beautiful and intimidating. Even the well-dressed woman sitting

on a bench outside our hotel exudes sophistication. She holds a cigarette so seductively

she almost makes me consider asking for a little puff. And all the people bustling about

on this small narrow road look like they just stepped off the runway.

River and I have spent the last ten days not only exploring the city, but each other.

Our sex life has always been fulfilling, but being here, being together, somehow it’s

heightened our passion and encouraged us to push our limits. Maybe it’s because we

know we belong to each other now, maybe it’s because we have no barriers left between

us—whatever the reason, I never want this feeling to end. It’s a trip I won’t ever forget.

I’ve loved every minute of it—the people we’ve met, the places we’ve gone, the food

we’ve eaten, and of course the man beside me.

Hands clasped together, we walk at lightning speed. When we reach the corner, the

Arc de Triomphe stands in front of us and we stop to wait for the light to turn. I feel a

slight chill and shiver. He moves behind me and wraps his arms around my waist,

rubbing his legs against mine.

“You should have dressed warmer,” he murmurs in my ear. His warm breath tickles

my neck.

“I wanted to wear the outfit your aunt gave me.” I turn to rub my cheek against his.

“It looks incredibly sexy on you,” he whispers.

“I wondered if you’d noticed.”

“Oh I noticed. I noticed the minute you slipped it on and I can’t wait for you to show

me what you are wearing underneath it.”

 

I twist around to face him. “Tell me what you were thinking back there and you just

might get a chance sooner rather than later.”

His eyes assess me and he leans in to kiss me. His lips find mine for just the briefest

of moments but he pulls back when people start rushing by us.

“Are you suggesting a little game of show and tell?” he asks.

I nip his lip before he can pull away.

“I just might be,” I say over my shoulder as I start to move forward.

I start walking ahead of him thinking about how much he’s going to like what’s

underneath. His aunt is a designer for Hermès and she gave me a few pieces of their new

line. The black sheer chiffon blouse is sensual and seductive and I love it. The snakeskin

leather skirt is short and form fitting—a bit on the wild side. And the silky stockings are

absolutely the finest I’ve ever worn. But I know that what River will really want to see is

the leather lace-up corset I’m wearing underneath, complete with matching garters. I

can’t wait to show him.

I hear him groan as he catches up to me. He slings his arm around me and I do the

same as we make our way down the row of neatly trimmed trees to the Rodin Museum.

We enter our first-ever Paris fashion show with minutes to spare and rush to our seats. I

sit in awe as I take in my surroundings. When I was a child I went to some shows in L.A.

with my mother, but they were nothing compared to this. Hermès kitted out an enormous

tent on the grounds and the stage resembles what I can only imagine to be the boudoir of

the once lavish mansion that is now the museum. Celebrities and fashion magazine

editors sit all around us, while models sashay through the room. Some stare at River in

such an obvious way, I’m embarrassed for them.

Just as the music cues the start of the show, Celeste, River’s aunt, and Jagger, his

cousin, take a seat on either side of us.

Celeste’s hand goes to my knee. “Dahlia, you look beautiful darling.”

I glance over to her. She looks so much like River’s mother, just a slightly aged

version. Celeste is ten years older than her sister and has lived in Paris for the last thirty

years.

“Thank you. I love this line. Is the whole collection like these pieces?” I ask.

She nods and twists her fingers over her lips. “Shh…don’t tell,” she winks.

 

I inwardly smile thinking my wardrobe is definitely going to get much sexier after

today. Then I turn to say hi to Jagger who is already talking with River.

Jagger’s hands are moving up his body in a mimicking way as he says, “Picture

Steve Carell in pleated khakis.”

“You’re shitting me,” River laughs.

“I’m serious as fuck,” Jagger answers with a sexy, smoldering grin on his face that

must send women into a frenzy.

He’s a model and it’s easy to see why—he’s very attractive. He’s slightly taller than

River, maybe a little leaner as well. He has gray eyes and dark hair that’s cut to frame his

face. I’ve learned that he grew up in New York City with his father and is staying in Paris

after a recent breakup with his girlfriend. River and I both met Jagger for the first time

seven days ago and it’s hard to believe that he and River haven’t known each other their

whole lives. They hit it off from the minute they met, and River can’t wait for Xander

and Bell to meet their cousin as well. The two of them get so caught up in conversations

and easily lost in time that on occasion I have had to remind River that I’m sitting next to

I bump River’s shoulder and both men look over at me.

“Hi Jagger.”

He smiles. “Hey Dahlia. Are you ready for this?” he asks.

Jagger knows how excited I am to be here. I laugh. “You know I am.”

River squeezes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it. Every time he touches me

it sends my libido into overdrive. Today is our last day in Paris. We were actually

supposed to go home yesterday but River knew how much I wanted to see a fashion show

and when his aunt told us she was able to get us seats, he extended our trip two extra

days.

The music changes to a slow, seductive tempo and two women grace the runway

looking like reverse mirror images of each other in a mixed palette of black, white, and

nude. One wears black over-the-knee boots and a completely sheer white blouse with a

checkered skirt. The other wears white knee boots, a black lace top, and beige shorts. I

don’t think either is wearing anything under their top. They whip their heavily sprayed

blowouts back and forth and strike a pose on the catwalk with well-honed attitudes.

 

River’s hand is clutching mine, resting on my leg. When he moves his fingers in

small circles over the silk of my hose, it not only serves to heighten my awareness as to

how close he is but also just how very far away he is. I sit up straight and breathe in

before focusing my attention back to the show.

The looks coming down the runway are light, airy, and uncomplicated. Dresses in

satin and silk are loose and cinched with skinny belts or ribbons. Most of them fall to

mid-calf or slightly higher. Slim skirts have leather panels at the waist and are worn with

elegant blouses. One wrap skirt is shown in a variety of textures and a touch of lace

serves to remind us of the boudoir theme.

Celeste leans over. “These are clothes that go from boardroom to the bedroom.”

“I love them all,” I tell her.

“Whatever you want, it’s yours. Just tell me and I’ll have it sent.”

“I will. Thank you so much.” I would argue with her but we already went that route

when she gave River and me the things we are wearing today, so I know better.

River’s hand inches up my thigh, drawing my attention back to him. I clutch his

creeping fingers with my other hand stopping him just before he reaches his surprise—

my garter belt. After a few moments he leans toward me and whispers, “Is this almost

over? Because I can’t wait for my own private show.”

I smile at him and squeeze his hand then once again refocus my attention to the

fashions being shown to us. The music changes and model after model, look after look,

the show moves faster and faster. I get lost in the blur of clothing, as each ensemble

seems more incredible than the last. The show comes to an end with all the models

prancing out together. The music gets louder as each girl turns and twists along the

catwalk one final time. I glance over at River and see that he and Jagger aren’t even

paying attention. They are once again deep in conversation. I kiss his cheek and he slides

his mouth to catch the corner of my lips.

“Thank you for coming with me,” I whisper to him. “It was really something I’ll

never forget.”

His breathing picks up speed and he kisses me again. “I’d do anything for you.”

And I know he would. His words only serve to bring that butterfly sensation in my

stomach back. God I love him.

6

The music ends and Celeste moves to take the microphone. “Thank you for coming,

everyone. Here at Hermès, timelessness is valued and this collection is one of my very

favorites. It is a reminder that a woman can have a sense of grace, elegance, and ease,

whether it be day or night. Enjoy! And again thank you all.”

Applause fills the room as we stand and Jagger’s orange shoelaces capture my

attention. I wonder if his mother bestowed those upon him—classic Hermès all the way.

River grabs my hand and the three of us make our way outside. We stand near one of the

statues in the garden to wait for Celeste.

“I love your boots,” I say to Jagger.

“Thanks. I’ve had these for years.” He looks at River’s boots, black with black laces.

“I didn’t want to be a conformist,” he says kicking River’s toe.

River dips his chin toward Jagger’s boots. “So you decided to be a pansy ass

instead?” he jokes.

Jagger tries to pull River’s head into a vice grip and I shake mine at their antics.

They’ve been doing this for days, but as soon as the sound of Celeste clearing her throat

fills the air they both straighten. Her eyes shift in amusement from Jagger and River to

me. “I really hope you enjoyed the show.”

“Very much. I loved it in fact,” I answer and River agrees. I stifle a giggle because

I’m not sure he even paid attention.

“I’m so glad and there’s more. After you tour the mansion, there is a celebration in

honor of the launch the three of you must attend.” Celeste reaches in her purse and hands

Jagger an orange ticket and River two. “Really, it’s not to be missed. The parties after a

show are always fabulous.”

Jagger looks at his mother. “Aren’t you coming with us?”

“Oh I am so exhausted. I need to go home. But I beg of you to go. Please go and

have fun.”

River looks over to me. I know his aunt really wants us to go, so I nod yes even

though I’d rather spend our last night in Paris alone. We say our goodbyes to Celeste and

take the tour of the mansion. The master bedroom is remarkable—so remarkable that

River comments about getting me into the bed. I have to laugh because those were my

thoughts exactly.

 

Once the tour is over Jagger takes us to a private supper club for dinner. The

restaurant is amazing and the food is delicious. We drink champagne and talk and before

I know it we are in a chauffeured car being whisked off through the streets of Paris to the

after-party.

Walking through the front door of Chez Raspoutine gives me a feeling of being

transported to another time. Jagger leads the way as we move across the space that was

once a bordello. Jagger, seeming to know something about almost everything, told us the

history behind this place at dinner, which is now the most popular nightclub among the

fashion world elite. It seems, in his time, Prince Edward VII frequented this brothel. He

even had his very own room with his coat of arms above the bed. The Prince would bathe

with Parisian prostitutes in a giant copper bath filled with champagne and enjoy

threesomes in a lavish chair he called his loveseat. Jagger had heard rumors that the seat

is still stored somewhere in the building. I’d love to take a photo of it…I’d love to throw

River down on it.

As River crosses the room with Jagger in the lead, I trail close behind him clutching

his hand tightly. After a few moments River stops and turns to place a kiss on my lips

before switching places with me, sandwiching me between him and Jagger. When I reach

my hand back to grab his he opts to clasp his hands on my hips instead, splaying his

fingers in a way that makes my blood rush quickly through every vein in my body.

I follow Jagger through the crowd. And as we make our way deeper inside the club, I

look around. The swanky interior is unlike anything I have ever seen. I can almost picture

what it was like in here so many years ago…clusters of partially dressed harlots

clamoring over their visiting gentlemen among curved sofas and cocktail tables. With

each step, I become more mesmerized by my surroundings. I imagine sordid secrets

being whispered as the lustful past of the architecture comes alive. Dark nooks to my

right house booths and a small platform behind each one looks like the perfect place for a

private show. I wonder if the curtains close and think that I wouldn’t mind being alone in

one with my husband.

 

Just outside the sitting area is another room. Stained glass panels light the dark

ambiance and a red glow blankets everything. This place exudes seduction. The music is

a mix of rock and hip-hop and it beats all around us hypnotically. Jagger pauses to allow

a group of women to pass and when I lean back against River, I hear him groan. Jagger

turns and says he wants to introduce us to his mother’s team. I nod and when he stops

again to ask one of the waitresses a question, I reach behind me with both arms and find

the pockets of River’s jeans. With my hands inside them, I pull him closer to me.

He nips at my ear and I can feel his warm breath along my neck. “What are you

doing?” he asks in a ragged voice.

Turning my head, I whisper over his lips. “The same thing you are.”

He chuckles. “Game on.”

We start moving again. The deeper into the crowd we venture, the louder the music

grows. It makes the already lively place seem even more alive. Women wearing the

sheerest pieces of clothing from the fashion show serve glasses of champagne on trays

and just like the show, it appears that is all they are wearing. When Jagger stops again to

talk to one of them, River urges me to keep walking. He adjusts his hold and wraps his

arms around my waist, searing my skin with his touch. I’m breathing heavily by the time

I reach the center of the room. There’s an effervescent red glow coming from the floor.

River moves to stand beside me and we survey the space in front of us where a long

rectangular dance floor graces the middle of the room and is lit from underneath. A

stunning girl stops directly in front of us but only looks at River. He takes two glasses

from her tray and hands me one. I think I’ve had enough to drink already but I decide

another glass won’t hurt.

With his hand on my ass, he urges me to turn and face him. When I do he says, “To

my beautiful wife. This may be the end of our time in Paris, but it’s not the end of our

honeymoon by any means.” He raises his glass.

“To my smoldering hot husband, may the rest of our lives be an everlasting

honeymoon full of fun and games.” I toast him and clink his glass with a grin that mimics

We both take a sip and he quickly removes my glass from my hand, setting both of

ours on a nearby table. And in the next moment, his lips find mine. When we break apart

 

he leads me to the center of the dance floor. We begin to move. I thread my fingers in his

hair and he runs his hands up, down, and across my body. Lost in each other, we dance,

we kiss, and we touch for the longest time.

“Dahlia,” he whispers with his mouth hovering just over my ear. “Do you have any

idea how much I want you?”

He presses into me and the moment I feel his arousal, my eyes snap to his. We stare

at each other, both of our chests rising and falling rapidly as the music pulses all around

us. This silent exchange of words is a declaration of love that sets my blood on fire.

When I feel I can finally speak, I manage to say with a ragged breath, “I think I do.”

Within moments his hand is clutching the back of my head and my body is flush to

his. He crashes his lips to mine and when our mouths connect the passion that is always

there between us explodes. His tongue finds mine and I chase his, stroke for stroke. I can

hear his groans and it only further serves to excite me. Time suspends, for how long I

don’t know as we lose ourselves in each other. When the song changes, I tear my lips

from his. Breathless and shaky I lean back and look at him. My pulse is beating wildly.

And this time when our eyes lock, I cave. I give in and say it. “Can we go back to the

hotel? Now!”

He lets out a low, throaty chuckle, and with a devilish grin, he nods. This has always

been our game—who can hold out the longest. We test each other’s limits. I’m usually

pretty good at it. But here in the city of love I don’t care if I win or lose, as long as I get

him. Lacing his fingers in mine, we quickly walk off the dance floor, but just as we cross

the threshold Jagger taps River on the shoulder.

“River, Dahlia, I’d like you to meet Matthew. He is responsible for all the

choreographing of my mother’s shows and is always looking for the latest music. I told

him to talk to you. He was hoping you could hook him up.”

The corners of River’s mouth drop, but he quickly recovers. Letting go of my hand,

he extends his and I do the same. I watch as River discusses the bands we’ve signed. All

the while his arm grasps me tightly and as he draws small circles over the chiffon of my

blouse, all I can think about is the fact that just a few short minutes ago we were so close

to being alone.

During a pause in the conversation, I lean over. “I have to use the restroom. I’ll be

 

right back.”

He looks around at the chaos and then his eyes cut to Matthew and Jagger. “Excuse

us a moment.”

He takes my hand. “Come on. I’ll take you.”

“Okay,” I grin and squeeze his fingers.

Again, I don’t argue. A few nights ago we were out at a fashion party at the Louvre

and I stepped away from a conversation with Celeste to use the restroom. I had gotten

caught up in the maze of rooms and before I knew it, River came looking for me.

“Don’t disappear like that again,” he told me sternly.

I’d bit back any laughter from the tone of his order because I could clearly see worry

in his eyes. “I won’t,” I’d assured him kissing away his apprehension. Then I had tugged

his hand and we ambled about, stealing kisses in the dark and holding hands, acting like

the love-stricken honeymooners we were.

We approach the sign that reads salle de bain and see there’s a line around the

corner.

I stop in my tracks when I see it. “Oh shit. That’s a long line.”

“Can you wait until we get back to the hotel?”

“No. I drank way too much champagne.”

A server crosses our path and River bends to ask her a question that I can’t hear over

the music. She smiles and stands on her toes to answer him. He replies. Again I can’t hear

anything. He pulls some money out of his wallet and closes it into the palm of her hand.

She tucks it into her blouse and points to the large room at the opposite end of the

hallway marked vestiaire room. She nods her chin to the burlesque-clad woman behind

the desk and we are all greeted with her big smile.

“Where are we going? What did she say?”

“She said there’s a private bathroom behind the coatroom that you could use.”

“That was nice of her.”

I have to wonder what else she said to him, but honestly, I really don’t care because I

really have to use the bathroom. He shakes his head and grins at me before turning to lead

the way. We pass the coatroom and River tips his chin at the heavily made up woman that

now looks more like a man up close and he or she smiles at him. We turn the corner onto

 

a long, narrow, darkened hallway. River guides us down it and I stay close, not out of

nervousness, but because I want to be close to him. I wrap my arms around his waist and

kiss his neck. Then I smile when I see the door that reads toilettes.

Twisting around, he crushes me to the wall and my heart beats wildly beyond

control. But his kiss is quick, and before I know it, he’s pulling away.

He bends at the waist and whispers, “Mon amour.”

My stomach flutters at his words. I put my hand on my heart. “Mon chéri.”

He pulls me back to him and runs his hands down the sides of my body. “I love

you.”

I nip his bottom lip. “I love you more,” I whisper before entering the bathroom.

The room is dark until I flick the light on. My body vibrates from our contact and I

lean back against the door remembering our encounter this morning. How he pushed me

back against the balcony of the penthouse suite and lifted my nightgown. The air was

cold but his mouth was so warm against my core, and it felt so good. He flicked his

tongue over me, licked me, he slid his fingers deep inside me, and then licked me some

more. He brought me to the brink over and over until I begged him to let me come, and

only then did he give me relief.

I look around me. The bathroom is beautifully decorated in an old Parisian theme. It

complements the decor of the club perfectly. And then as I wash my hands, I see it… in

the corner. No it couldn’t be…could it? An idea comes to mind and my pulse races from

the thought. I quickly prepare myself. Then flicking the light off, I open the door and

extend my arm. I curl my finger and invite him in.

He enters. “Dahlia, are you okay? Why are the lights off?”

“I thought we’d play that little game now.”

When I turn the lights on, his mouth drops and he draws in a deep breath at the sight

of me. I click the lock and move to stand in front of the loveseat. His lips part as he stares

at me standing before him in just my leather corset, garter belts, and boots.

“Fuck,” he roars.

He moves closer and caresses my breasts, pushed up by the underwire of the cinched

corset. I shove him down onto the loveseat with my boot and hover over him. “I don’t

really like having my husband surrounded by beautiful women who keep staring at him.”

 

He cups my sex and I shudder. “You know I couldn’t even tell you what one of them

looked like.”

Resting my hands on his thighs, I slide my palms up between his legs and feel him

twitch. “I know.”

He turns to look at what he is sitting on. “Is this…?”

I shrug. “I’m not sure, but I really want to try it out.”

He clamps his hands to my cheeks and a look of utter seriousness crosses his face.

“I’m not sharing you.”

I try not to laugh. “I don’t mean the threesome part silly.” My fingers move to the

button of his pants. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”

A full smile crosses his lips and reveals his dimples. “As a matter of fact there are a

few things I wouldn’t mind spelling out for you.” He leans back. “But first let me look at

you.” His eyes sweep over me and I watch him closely as he swallows and then licks his

lips. My throat suddenly becomes very dry. He trails his fingers up my legs to my core.

My heart pounds when he draws the letter o around my slick flesh. “I think I will start

here.”

As his fingers move over my body, my skin starts to tingle. Suddenly I remember I

want to be the seducer, not the seduced. I step back but he reaches out to grab me.

“Where are you going?” he says under hooded lids.

“Nowhere. But right now it’s your turn.”

He chuckles. “My turn?”

“Yes. Just relax, I say with a wicked grin.

My hands move fast and his zipper is down before the words are even out of my

mouth. Shoving his pants down, he springs free. I stare at him, my chest heaving

rapidly—and I take a moment just to appreciate the sight before me. Our eyes lock and a

silent exchange takes over. I push him back against the cushioned seat and his legs

widen. I notice his chest is now moving as fast as mine. I lean down to wrap my hands

around him and in the next instant my mouth is on him as well.

I position him right where I want him and cage his body.

“Fuck,” he groans as his cock hits the back of my throat.

I love it when he groans like that. I drop to my knees and my hands move to his

 

thighs and then to his shaft. I alternate stroking and sucking. His hands are in my hair and

I know he’s watching me. I can feel it. I draw back to look at his face—a vision of love

and lust—and then I take him back in my mouth. When I know he’s close to the brink, I

stop and then start again. I bob my head up and down faster and faster. I slide my lips

down and allow my teeth to barely scrape his shaft on the way up. My tongue circles his

tip and my hands stroke him in the opposite direction of my mouth. He groans so loud

when I do that; I do it over and over. I tug his pants all the way down and continue

stroking him.

Through gritted teeth he manages, “Dahlia, come here.”

But I don’t stop until he pulls me to his lap. Grabbing my breasts, he pinches my

nipples through the leather and I have to remember I have plans of my own.

I stand up. “Lie back.”

That grin he gets when I take control crosses his lips, causing the butterflies in my

stomach to flutter. He removes his boots and pants and does as I say. When I sit down, I

carefully lower myself on top of him, but instead of facing him, I face the opposite

direction. He grabs my hips the minute his cock enters me and guides me in a thrusting

motion. When I grind into him, he groans louder than I’ve ever heard him. A surge of

euphoria builds within me and I throw my head back and moan as ecstasy takes over. He

urges a faster pace and I have to brace my hands on his thighs to keep my balance.

Before we left California Bell had slipped a few books into my bag as reading

material for the plane ride. After I read a few pages of one of the steamy novels, I thought

I might erupt and considered joining the mile high club. But when River pulled one of the

self-help books out, he cocked a brow at me. Together we flipped through the pages of

The Position Sex Bible. I believe it referred to this position as reverse cowgirl. I laughed

when I read about it, but now I think I should read the rest of the book on the plane ride

home.

“That’s it,” he says to me.

I try to keep it up. Try to maintain the pace. But when he reaches around and starts to

circle my clit, I’m not sure I can. But then he stops.

“Turn around Dahlia. I want to see your face when you come,” he exclaims.

I carefully lift myself off of him and before I can even stand up, I’m on my back with

him hovering over me. I wrap my legs around his waist and as soon as he thrusts into me

my muscles clench.

“Oh God River,” I scream.

“Let’s do this together,” he says locking his eyes on mine.

The sound of his raspy voice radiates through me and I arch my back and just let go.

I feel his muscles tense as he does the same and in unison we both shout, “I love you.”

In a beat he collapses on top of me. Then after a few moments he cups my cheeks

and kisses me over and over. “That was incredible.”

I nod. It was. Then I suddenly remember something. Nipping at his lip, I slip out

from under him and reach for my purse that I’d set on the sink vanity. Opening it up, I

dangle a pair of soft leather cuffs before him.

His mouth drops. “Where did you get those?”

I shrug. “In one of the boutiques we were shopping in earlier.”

With a glimmer in his eye, he dresses and I do the same.

“Come on. What do you say we slip out of here and spend the rest of the night back

in the hotel room?”

I wink at him in complete agreement. Then I remember our game. “Wait. I ‘showed’,

now you have to ‘tell’. What were you thinking about near the elevator this morning?”

He pulls me to him. “Do you really want to know?”

I look at him quizzically. “Yes. Why is it bad?”

He snorts. “No. It’s just not as exciting as your ‘show’.”

I shrug. “Spill it.”

He takes my hand and kisses my wedding ring and says, “That I’ve never seen

anything sexier than you wearing my ring on your finger.”

I smile and kiss his band in turn. I know exactly what he means, because I feel the

same about him. He takes my hand and leads us toward the exit. And as we make our

way out of what used to be Prince Edward’s bordello on our last night in Paris, I look

over at my very own prince and know our life together will be filled with infinite

possibilities. How could it not be? After all, I have a partner I respect and love, and

together we will conquer the world.

 

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Broken Justice by Suzanne Halliday Review

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Synopsis

Cameron Justice – Once a throw away kid heading for trouble, he found a sense of purpose in a war zone. Years later, successful, handsome and wealthy, Cam’s mistrust of women and relationships in general have left him a brooding loner

Lacey Morrow – Abused and neglected, she’s a lost girl determined to make something of her life- if only she could catch a break

Unlikely Companions – Fate throws them together. Now the rest is up to them.

Will Cam be able to leave the past behind and learn to trust?

Will Lacey be strong enough to fight for what she wants- Or will the past be too much for them to overcome?

JUSTICE BROTHERS

Three extraordinary men and the women who love them

How much distance do you need from your past before the dust settles?

If it’s all about the journey – this one is just beginning.

Review

 

This series follows “The Justice Brothers” Cameron, Draegyn and Alex. Although this story is mainly about Cameron we do get introduced to the other guys in the series. They all serve together in the military. The prologue of the story gives you insight into why these three are like they are. You follow their time in a special ops unit and read about an incident that meant things would never be the same for any of them.

 

After leaving the military behind they set up an agency together which deals with surveillance, protection and cyber security. Cameron is taking a break after an assignment when he first meets Lacey. Cameron watches her behaviour and body language and for some reason he couldn’t ignore her, the more he watches her the more he realises it’s because her life seems somewhat similar to his old life. He follows her and comes to her rescue when she is attacked in an alley way, Cameron decides to take her back to his motel and clean up her injury. Although hesitant at first Lacey follows, and then as evening descends she ends up helping him when he comes down with a fever.

 

For whatever reason Cameron can’t understand he decides to offer her a life line, this means she would come back to Arizona with him and he would get her a job. Lacey is unsure of what to do, but eventually decides that this is the best thing for her, a fresh start, a news life. The sexual chemistry between Cameron and Lacey doesn’t seem to hurt. You can feel the tension coming off the page, as they both try and figure out why they feel this way, and they try and control themselves. “We both got carried away and for good reason. The chemistry between us is powerful and even without experience you sensed it.”

 

The journey to Arizona is meet with some conversation, a few motels, and lots of smouldering looks being exchanged. After a trip to a military base, everything changes between them. Cameron’s fighting demons, Lacey wants to comfort him but is unsure of how. Back at the hotel, Cameron decides he can’t wait any more “He’d reached his breaking point. He. Couldn’t. Stay. Away.” In the morning he did what he seemed to do best, closed himself off and retreated. Lacey wasn’t going to put up with that so when he returned she turned the tables.

 

Getting to Arizona and getting settled seemed to have happened quickly for Lacey, she fit in with Alex and the other employees, she completed her job well and everything seemed to be going well for her, apart from getting Cameron to open up to her. Cameron can’t seem to figure out his feelings, he is jealous of Alex talking to her, but hardly talks to her himself. He spends the night and runs again, this happens just before a trip away, leaving Lacey without him.

 

Returning, Lacey decides he doesn’t just get off that easy when he ignored her the whole time he was away, she wants control and she wants him to surrender his. Getting what she wants, she leave for work in the morning but her day is ruined with some overheard conversation from Cameron, Alex and Drae. I liked when this happened, although it was quite hard to read as you felt for Lacey, it also made her change as a person and say what she really wanted to say, no barriers.

 

This was a good read, I enjoyed it and I look forward to Drae’s story and also finding out more of what will happen with Cameron and Lacey. Well done Suzanne Halliday on a gripping read.

Stacey

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Book: Broken Justice
Author: Suzanne Halliday

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 What happens when the Kevlar comes off and the bullets stop flying?

JUSTICE BROTHERS
Three extraordinary men and the women who love them
How much distance do you need from your past before the dust settles?
If it’s all about the journey – this one is just beginning.
Book 1              BROKEN JUSTICE
Cameron Justice – Once a throw away kid heading for trouble, he finds a sense of purpose in a war zone. Years later, successful, handsome and wealthy, Cam’s mistrust of women and relationships in general have left him a brooding loner
Lacey Morrow – Abused and neglected as a child, she’s a lost girl determined to make something of her life– if only she can catch a break.
Unlikely Companions – fate throws them together. Now the rest is up to them.
Will Cam be able to leave the past behind and learn to trust?
Will Lacey be strong enough to fight for what she wants?
Or will the past be too much for them to overcome?






Suzanne Halliday writes what she knows and what she loves – sexy adult contemporary romance with strong men and spirited women. Her love for creating short stories for friends and family has developed into a passion for writing romantic fiction with a sensual edge. She finds the world of digital, self-publishing to be the perfect platform for sharing her stories and also for what she enjoys most of all – reading. When she’s not on a deadline you’ll find her loading up on books to devour.
Currently a wanderer, she and her family divide their time between the east and west coast, somehow always managing to get the seasons mixed up. When not digging out from snow or trying to stay cool in the desert, you can find her in the kitchen, 80’s hair band music playing in the background, kids running in and out, laptop on with way too many screens open, something awesome in the oven, and a mug of hot tea clutched in one hand.
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Behind His Eyes Truth

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BEHIND HIS EYES TRUTH is the second of CONSEQUENCES SERIES three reading companions, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig. It is recommended to be read after completing all of the CONSEQUENCES SERIES: Consequences, Truth, and Convicted. It is not a standalone book and should not be read as such.

This reading companion explores the thoughts and motivations of Anthony Rawlings and his struggle to accept the truth behind the consequences. It is not intended as a total rewrite of TRUTH, but meant to enhance the reader’s understanding. BEHIND HIS EYES TRUTH contains significant scenes from the novel TRUTH, as experienced from Anthony’s point of view. It also contains never before read, behind the scenes information, a glossary of the characters, and a timeline which grows from Consequences to include the array of new characters and revelations found in the pages of Truth.

BEHIND HIS EYES TRUTH is the continued journey inside the mind of the man who supplied and survived the consequences. This companion allows readers the opportunity to witness first hand as Anthony’s world changes forever. His rules and control begin to slip away, threatened by the most unlikely foes—something completely unfamiliar.

Can something as pure as love and forgiveness wreak havoc on his well-planned existence?

BEHIND HIS EYES TRUTH, because there is more to learn about a man who:

Once upon a time, signed a napkin that he knew was a contract. As an esteemed businessman, he forgot one very important rule—he forgot to read the fine print. It wasn’t an acquisition to own another person as he’d previously assumed. It was an agreement to acquire a soul.

—Aleatha Romig, CONVICTED

Continue the long and painful acquisition, as the TRUTH becomes evident, from Behind His Eyes!

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Aleatha Romig is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, who has been voted #1 “New Author to Read” on Goodreads, July 2012 – Present!

 

Aleatha has lived most of her life in Indiana, growing-up in Mishawaka, graduating from Indiana University, and currently living south of Indianapolis. Together with her high-school sweetheart and husband of twenty seven years, they’ve raised three children. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she’s not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time with her family and friends. Her pastimes include exercising, reading, and creating heroes/ anti-heroes who haunt your dreams!

 

Aleatha enjoys traveling, especially when there is a beach involved. In 2011 she had the opportunity to visit Sydney, Australia to visit her daughter studying at the University of Wollongong. Her dream is to travel to places in her novels and around the world.

 

CONSEQUENCES, her first novel, was released August 2011 by Xlibris Publishing. Then in October of 2012, Ms. Romig re-released CONSEQUENCES as an indie author. TRUTH, the sequel, was released October 30, 2012, and CONVICTED, the final installment of the Consequences Series, was released October 8, 2013! She is now releasing the CONSEQUENCES READING COMPANIONS: BEHIND HIS EYES – A trilogy of companions, from Anthony Rawlings’ POV.

 

Aleatha is a “Published Author’s Network” member of the Romance Writers of America and represented by Danielle Egan-Miller of Brown and Miller Literary Associates.

 

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Glancing at the numerous pictures from his years of surveillance, Tony wondered if he and Claire had come full circle. Would it be like this again? Would his only connection to her be through this new investigator? Would he only see Claire in two dimensions? Tony searched for their contract, the beginning of their personal journey together. He knew it wouldn’t be that easy again. If he were to get her back to Iowa and into his life, it wouldn’t be because of a signature on a napkin.

Then he shook his head. He didn’t want her back, did he? Hell, the lack of sleep was making him sentimental. He stopped his search. The damn contract was no longer valid; it never had been—legally. Pushing the box back into its hideaway, he contemplated throwing it all away. Having her back wasn’t his goal; learning her location was. She had no right to disappear.

With the necklace in his hand, Tony settled upon the soft leather sofa in front of his fireplace. If Phillip Roach were correct, in a few moments he’d hear the voice that used to fill his suite and his house. When her voice came through his phone, Tony wanted to feel her presence. He imagined the sound as he looked up at her wedding portrait and saw the emerald green that haunted his dreams. What did he want to hear? He wanted to know she was safe and unharmed. He wanted to know where she was, and he also wanted to bring her back to Iowa—because that was where she belonged.

It didn’t make sense. To the world she was the woman who tried to kill him. To Tony she was more than that. The past twenty hours had proven it. She was his drug. Claire Nichols ran through his system like ecstasy, sending him on otherwise unobtainable highs. He reasoned that lows followed highs, and she’d given him those, too; they’d given them to each other. Nevertheless, without the right stimulant, the euphoria could never again be achieved. Whether it was elation or misery, neither would be obtainable without the exhilarating potency of Claire. He didn’t want an empty envelope. He wanted her. Nathaniel was wrong: Claire wasn’t gone; she was just misplaced.

For the last twenty-four hours, his entire being had surged with anticipation. Claire may not understand it—hell, Tony didn’t understand it, but he couldn’t deny it. Now that she was gone, he needed her back in his life, and he would have her.

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Behind His Eyes Truth (Consequences #5) by Aleatha Romig Review

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Synopsis

BEHIND HIS EYES—TRUTH is the second of the CONSEQUENCES SERIES three reading companions, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig. It is recommended to be read after completing all three books of the CONSEQUENCES SERIES: Consequences, Truth, and Convicted. It is not a standalone book and should not be read as such.

This reading companion explores the thoughts and motivations of Anthony Rawlings and his struggle to accept the truth behind the consequences. It is not intended as a total rewrite of TRUTH, but meant to enhance the reader’s understanding. BEHIND HIS EYES—TRUTH contains significant scenes from the novel TRUTH, as experienced from Anthony’s point of view. It also contains never before published, behind-the-scenes information, a glossary of the characters, and a timeline that grows from Consequences to include the array of new characters and revelations found in the pages of Truth.

BEHIND HIS EYES—TRUTH is the continued journey inside the mind of the man who survived the consequences. This companion allows readers the opportunity to witness first hand as Anthony’s world changes forever. His rules and control begin to slip away, threatened by the most unlikely foes—an experience completely unfamiliar to him.

Can something as pure as love and forgiveness wreak havoc on his well-planned existence?

BEHIND HIS EYES—TRUTH, because there is more to learn about a man who:

Once upon a time, signed a napkin that he knew was a contract. As an esteemed businessman, he forgot one very important rule—he forgot to read the fine print. It wasn’t an acquisition to own another person as he’d previously assumed. It was an agreement to acquire a soul.
—Aleatha Romig, CONVICTED

Continue the long and painful acquisition, as the TRUTH becomes evident, from Behind His Eyes!

Review

 So, I want to start by saying how absolutely amazing these books are.  They are twisty and dark.  They are so incredibly well written and I just cannot get enough of Anthony Rawlings.  This is not a standalone; it’s the 5th book is this cray cray series.

Reading Order:

Consequences

Truth

Convicted

Behind His Eyes- Consequences

Behind His Eyes- Truth

Ok, now that we got that out of the way, lets get to the nitty gritty of this book, shall we?  I really love that these books are from Tony’s point of view.  You either love or hate the guy, and for me, it was love at first sight.  I was always sympathetic to his tortured self, but with the release of the Behind His Eyes books, I am literally swooning for him now.  It is clear in this book that everything he has done in the past has caught up with him, and he knows it.  He has so many regrets about his past actions,  especially with Claire, whom he has loved for forever practically.  I have grown more and more sympathetic to this man who is obviously not a very good person, but like Claire, I cannot help but love him.   On the other hand, I find Claire less lovable and strong from Tony’s POV and more on the weak side.  Maybe that is how he sees her?  It does not stop me from rooting for them all over again, though.  Unfortunately for Tony, the truth does not set him and Claire free.  I know what is coming next in Behind His Eyes Conviction and I am literally dying to find out what Tony thinks about all of this.

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This is the tale of first and last loves. And those that come in between…

Jack Harrison is a relentless overachiever who leaves little in the way of compromise. A businessman to the core—he’s hell-bent on being at the top of the food chain. After all, no one can trip you up if you’re on top, as he likes to say. The problem for Jack is there’s only one thing that continually trips him up—and that’s her.

Amelie Rose, with a name like poetry and a heart of gold, as her father always said, is a free-spirited photographer who has managed to land a job at one of the top travel magazines in the world. This is both a blessing and a curse since Amelie never stays in one place for long and has refused to commit to anything—ever.

It might seem to the casual observer that these two have almost nothing in common. But fate would disagree. The story chronicles Jack and Amelie’s lives from childhood into adulthood, beginning when they meet as then eight- and ten-year-olds at summer camp specifically designed for children who’ve lost too much.

As fate steps in, and that first summer seals the deal, they come to depend on each other in ways neither of them expected, with each summer bringing them closer than the last. As they come to terms with life and loss, with hanging on and letting go, they’ll teach each other that some bonds are meant to last. Together, they will travel the world, meeting in various places where they’ll come together, and fall apart, all the while struggling to discern if the other could possibly be the one.

This unlikely love story takes us on an adventure where two people come of age, fall in and out of love, and question the role timing plays in it all.

Their story is proof that neither time nor distance—perhaps not even death—can destroy what love creates.

So it seems the only question left to ask is whether love is enough?

*For mature audiences.*

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Jack climbed out of bed, showered, and dressed. This was a bad idea. He hated carnivals. As they rode the elevator down, she didn’t take her eyes off him. “Humor me, Jack,” She said as she reached for his hand and they stepped out into the night air.

At the carnival, Amelie insisted on purchasing corn dogs, cotton candy, and fried things Jack couldn’t even name. She dragged him from one end to the other; she forced him on every ride imaginable and she made sure to capture Jack in all his glory on film. On the tilt-a-whirl they couldn’t resist first base. In the fun house, he hit second. On the Ferris wheel they worked towards perfection, learning how the other liked to be kissed—which Amelie practically turned into an Olympic sport— complete with scoring and all. On The Zipper she urged him towards third. And Jack humored her.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was; the lights, the smells or the sounds but Amelie was in her element there. She came alive, more alive than he’d ever seen her. That was Amelie: Colorful, exiting, and a bit crazy. From then on Jack would always think of her like a carnival, minus the bad parts. She would sweep into town and bring with her all the excitement one could handle. You’d have the time of your life while she was there. Inevitably though she would go and with her a little piece of yourself, part of your joy. But there would always be next year, you’d convince yourself. And that was that. Jack hated carnivals. They were too risky, he said. This one, however, wasn’t so bad. Unfortunately, for Jack, there would be other carnivals in his future. But there would never be one that came even remotely close to comparing to the one that night. Little did he know then, that he would spend the rest of his life chasing that feeling.

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For those of you who prefer it straight up, no chaser: Mama to five. Lover of Life. Writer. Juggler extraordinaire. That just about covers it…

The extended version and in third person no less : Britney is married to a man she adores (when he isn’t driving her crazy) and is the mother of FIVE amazing kids, who (surprise!) also have a habit of driving her crazy, her best guess is that it’s genetic. In addition, she founded a local network for women in 2012, which has grown to almost 800 members. Currently, she occupies a job she loves- serving and running Austin Women’s Network. To further prove that she may in fact be certifiably insane, she decided to publish her debut novel entitled, Bedrock in May of 2013. Then and only then, could she consider her training to be an expert (life) juggler complete.

In her free time, you might find Britney running, reading, or spending time utilizing the wonderful venues that make her city great.

 

 

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Bad Girlfriend by Kirsten DeMuzio Review

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Synopsis

Brooke Mills has only ever wanted to be loved. The product of a teenage pregnancy and raised by her grandmother, Brooke went looking for love in all the wrong places. She has been the other woman or someone’s dirty little secret more times than she cares to admit. When Brooke’s questionable judgment lands her in the bed of her new neighbor, it’s the wakeup call she needs to change her ways. With the help of her friends, Brooke is determined to find a nice guy. Adam Branigan is the new principal of the elementary school. Despite the way he and Brooke met, Adam knows there’s more to the beautiful redhead than meets the eye. He wants to be the guy to show Brooke that she deserves more than late night booty calls. But will outside pressures and past relationships conspire to tear them apart?

**This book is intended for a mature audience, age 18 and older, due to language and explicit content.

Review

The book, Bad Girlfriend, is part of a series but can be read as a standalone. Brooke Mills is a beautiful red head, that has a rep for dating men that are bad boys. Brooke lives in Penn Yan with her grandmother. One day Adam Branigan moves into the old apartment of her good friend, Poppy. Adam has just taken the new job as the principal for the elementary school of Penn Yan. In a small town, where reputations provide a label and small minds begin to talk, will Brooke and Adam be able to have a relationship? I instantly connected with the character of Brooke, I felt horrible that the citizens of Penn Yan have such an awful opinion of her. Brooke struggled with her past mistakes in men. And I also understand how people can be close minded and won’t allow you to change. It’s almost like running into your 6th grade crush, feelings take over, making you feel like the 11 year old dorky self.  Poor Brooke. A song that came to mind while I was reading was the book was “Dreamlover” by Mariah Carey. I know, I’m taking it back to the 90s but Brooke is ready to grow up and find the one that will love her, actually LOVE her! Brooke confides in her friends to help her in this task.  What do these girls resort to? Well a list that is. Lists can be a bad deal, especially in relationships. Now onto Adam Branigan, whew, I am sucker for men in glasses. And I enjoyed the idea that this character wasn’t crazy built like a body builder. I loved this quote in the book “I’m a sweater vest, glasses wearing principal, Brooke. I need to have a few tricks up my sleeve to get the ladies”. I about melted over! Unfortunately, the parents at Penn Yan elementary also have their sites on Mr. Branigan. Talk about fresh meat for hungry cougars. Controversy of course rears it ugly head and these two lover birds are in the middle of it. I am a fan of fluffy love stories and “Bad Girlfriend” was excellent. Characters were relatable. Very real and down to earth. The type of reader for this book would be one that enjoys a love story that can take place in Anywhere USA. Every romance novel has sex, of course, and this wasn’t too overbearing. I would recommend this book to friends. Great, easy read, and the flow of the story kept my interest. Before long the book was over, and it was just enough for my mind to escape from everyday tasks. 4 smooches for Bad Girlfriend! Sarah

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Fate by Nikki Sex Review

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Synopsis

How far would you go to get something you really wanted?

Emily Malone has had a crush on her brother’s best friend, Paul, all her life.

Unfortunately, he just sees her as his friend’s little sister.

Desperate and infatuated, Emily resorts to lies and deception.

She only needs one night with Paul, to finally get over this obsessive crush.

But Fate has other ideas. . .

Review

Emily Malone is quite obsessed with her childhood sweetheart, Paul

Jarman. Knowing he wouldn’t view her any other way than his “little rabbit”,

she comes up with a plan. Emily changes herself drastically, change of hair

color and length, colored contacts, oh and even breast augmentation.

Emily conveniently runs into Paul as Candy in Mexico and carries out her

plan. Will one night of pleasure be able to kick Emily’s obsession with Paul?

This was my first Nikki Sex book and I’ll say it was really good. The

sex scenes were definitely hot. The storyline had good direction and took

you for a ride. I especially liked how Nikki introduced the reader to The

Basement, a fetish club. I’m sure she did the homework on this topic since

I may never go to one in my life. Haha.

I found that each character had great development. Andre was

probably my favorite character because he’s the only that had it together

and was poised. There were moments when I would get upset with Paul

and his immaturity. Especially when he found out Candy was Emily, but I

hung in there. I realized it was just how his father is and poor guy doesn’t

know any different.

I will be honest though, the beginning of the booked dragged a little

for me, I wasn’t sure I could finish it. So it did get better for me and I gladly

finished the book. I did like that this book was very informative on the

submissive/dom relationship. It was told differently than other BDSM books

I have read and I enjoyed it. BDSM readers will gladly add this book to their

collection. I give 4 smooches to Fate by Nikki Sex.

 Sarah

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Have I Told You by F.L. Jacobs Review

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Synopsis

Caston Black has it all, according to the outside world. The owner of the best-selling gentlemen’s magazine, Black Hollywood, has good looks, fame, fortune, and a reputation that precedes him. He can have any woman he wants, as long as he doesn’t keep them. Caston sets his sights on Sabrina for his next Hollywood Sweetheart. Little does he know he will find the woman to share his life, the one he is meant to keep forever.

Sabrina Bennett has been in a mentally and physically abusive relationship that has destroyed the beautiful, confident dancer who arrived at college three years ago. She thinks the only good thing left in her life is her abusive boyfriend. Keeping her boyfriend happy is her number one priority, no matter how impossible. She’s been broken and molded into a frightened, unsure girl desperate to be worthy of love.

Meeting by chance one evening, sparks fly between Caston and Sabrina. Neither expected the feelings they bring out in each other. Trying to have a normal relationship in their abnormal world is almost impossible, happiness is a new way of life for the lovers. They want to move forward, but the past won’t let go.

Can Caston help Sabrina heal from her past abuse? Can Sabrina show Caston he is as strong as he appears to be? When is the price of love too much? What do you do when the biggest threat to the person you love is you?

Warning: This book contains sexual encounters and graphic language that some readers may find objectionable. Contains graphic material that is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.

Review

I was frustrated while reading this story as there was great potential but it just didn’t reach it.
It had a slight 50 shades and This Man feel. A rich, sexy man who owns a sex club and men’s magazine and a young somewhat naive women who’s in college, coming together in a passionate and drama filled relationship. It just didn’t quite reach the quality of similar books.

There were things I liked about this book. Firstly the plot was good, it had all the potential there. There was sex, passion, love, drama. All the elements required for a good sexy romance. I loved the story line about Caston’s “mother” She was pure evil and a little crazy in my eyes but she made for a great story line. And my favourite scene has to be the sex scene on the plane. It was off the charts hot and sexy.

I also liked the characters personalities. Caston was sexy, strong, protective,caring…he showed his emotions to Bre, he was very passionate, a bit over dramatic at times but I would love to have a guy who got down on his knees to apologise to me so I didn’t really mind when he went a bit over the top.

Bri was the classic young naive women to me. She did have spirit though and even though at the beginning she seemed a bit weak to me as the story progressed she became stronger and spirited and more aware of herself and what she was involved in.

One of the aspects I didn’t love about the story was the dialogue between the characters and the flow of the writing.
Honestly I felt that Caston sounded like a robot sometimes. He rarely used words like ‘didn’t’ or ‘can’t’ it was always ‘did not’ and ‘can not’ and it just didn’t seem realistic to me, it’s not how people talk to each other, although I do understand that because he came from a wealthy family, upper class, that this may be how the author wanted him to talk and sound.

Another aspect I didn’t love was that it was often unbelievable. They fell in love within a day, which is just too quick for me and the flashback scene of when we are told of how Bre and Mark met, although I felt terrible for Bre, it was unrealistic so I couldn’t connect to that story line.

The ending however was brilliant. It was so explosive. It all happened so quickly and there was so much drama, I LOVED it!

There is potential here for this story to be great. But for me it fell short in a number of aspects. I will definitely read books from this author again to see the progress because I do believe as more books are released the better they will be and the ending to this story definitely got me hooked and I look forward to finding out what happens next.

Bethany

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