5 Smooches!
Synopsis
I was happy in my small town. In my life as a single, thirty-two year old woman. I had a good job, wonderful friends, my independence.
I also hadn’t got laid in three years. Hadn’t been on a date in two. Had stopped counting calories and wearing makeup… a while ago.
Then Brett Jacobs waltzed in. Caressed my thigh, dug rough fingers into my hair, lowered his soft mouth to my skin, took sexual control of my mind and stirred it all around with what he packed in his pants. He flipped my quiet life upside down and crawled into a place in my heart I thought was dead.
The issue is his secret.
The issue is her.
The issue is that I don’t even know she exists, and he thinks she’s dead.
The issue is that shit is about to hit the fan and I can’t hold on to him tight enough.
Review
The word ‘tight’ has twenty-two definitions, but my favorite is Webster’s fifth – “a bond which cannot be broken.”
If you have ever read an Alessandra Torre book then you know to expect the unexpected. I try do that. I really do. I try to figure it out; immersing myself in the story so deeply that I feel like some kind of sexy smutty super sleuth. I investigate every nuance of every character, but the males tend to always lead me astray. They make me want to stop investigating and just enjoy the raw passion and dominance they exude.
“You will not flirt with men around the water cooler at work. You will bend for me, spread for me, allow me to have every inch of your surface, all while screaming my name and shuddering into my heart.”
Ahh. Focus, Amie, focus. Don’t let this man’s elegantly delivered dirty talk alpha-ness distract you from figuring out what the heck is going on. But then a captivating and entrenching sex scene will draw me in and make me forget all about my goals.
“I wanted him ravaging me, taking me harder, rougher, his strength untapped, sexuality grabbing ahold and dragging him by his lapels to the throne of me, where would forever be my sexual slave.”
The story will drag you in and make you believe there is no trickery. No big AHA moment. And then BAM! Alessandra Torre is all like “GOTCHA BITCH!” and I didn’t even see it coming. Well sorta but really no. Ms. Torre is some of kind of writing warlock. She makes me forget, well everything, too engrossed in her twisty tale to remember my name, much less how to figure out how the book is going to end. Well, done! You got me again lady! Beautifully dark and 100% mind eff.
This book was definitely tight–>cool, hip, fashionable.
~Amie
