He’s her number one fan. Thomas Helton has been obsessed with model Kendra Williams for over a decade.
She’s the woman everyone wants to see on her knees. Kendra Williams kneels to no one.
The fetish photographer, well known for displaying not only the eroticism of BDSM but also the emotional bond behind it, appeals to her in the same way the man who made her averse to kneeling did. Will she regret her decision, or will Thomas be the man to finally make her kneel?
TBR reviewer: B.H.
From the beginning of Figg’s employment, there is something not quite right about the bar. There are few customers, a parade of neighborhood psychics and pentacle adorned visitors, all coming to hold court with her enigmatic boss. Figg is not sure what is going on, but she
is determined to find out!
When the local voodoo queen shows up, and the next morning her grandson ends up dead outside the bar things get interesting.
Figg pesters Lian into telling her the truth about his former life, and is thrust into a world where the things that go bump in the night are real. There’s a murder to solve, zombies to lay to rest and a villain that neither of them saw coming.
This plot was different. It didn’t necessarily entice me but gave me enough intrigue to pick the book to review. Lian is a bar owner with a shady past and Figg is his bartender, as we later learn, his mate. Then there's voodoo and zombies thrown into the mix.
The beginning was very quick, too fast to really get a feel for the characters and there was very little detail on what the bar actually looked like. There’s also no details on what the characters look like. Sure, the author explains one customer is a hippy but no real details and thus I couldn’t really see the images to accompany the words. The scenes are also very choppy. There’s no smooth transition.
None of those issues compare to the fact that Ms. Simmons uses first person point of view for each character! I’ve never, in all the books i’ve read, heard of this. There’s a reason why. The confusion for one. I had to read the beginning of chapter two twice and only when I got to the phone call did the point of view start to make sense. Why in the world would an author want to plot a story this way? It makes it difficult to follow.
When in Lian's point of view it was very feminine. He didn’t think or speak like a man and it was obviously a woman behind the man. That was another jarring aspect of this novella. It made the role of Lian hard to believe.
Then there's the dialouge between characters. It’s so jerky I had to reread. Let me tell you I am not a happy reader right now. Instead of sinking into the story that sounded vaguely interesting, I’m getting frustrated.
Yes, there are a lot of bad points but I kept reading. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because Figg was an interesting character. Maybe because the romantic scenes between Figg and Lian entertained me. It could be Figg’s shoe fetish, I was sighing in relief with her, when the person who broke into her apartment left them untouched.
Overall, Ms. Simmons writing had a lot of potential, but I can’t possible recommend
Contemporary Romance - Novel
TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
All Rowena Sommers wants is a quiet life away from Hollywood gossip and her vicious Oscar-winning ex-boyfriend Brett Fontaine. Her career and reputation in a shambles, thanks to Brett, Rowena returns home to restore her ancestral home and soak up some familiar, hometown sympathy. But having won a twenty-million-dollar defamation suit against Brett hasn’t endeared her to the hometown fans, and the man she’s hired to restore the old home is none other than the ex-jock who used her cruelly in high school to win a bet. And now a
paranormal investigator is telling her the place may be haunted.
Van Whitney is no stranger to gossip. He's been struggling to keep his family's restoration business afloat, and when he agrees to restore Rowena's home, he vows to keep their relationship professional. His childhood friend has become a beautiful, sexy woman, but she attracts gossip like flies to honey. When strange things start happening at the house, Van discovers secrets upon secrets, and a plot that may be other than it seems. But his attraction to Rowena might be more dangerous than anything from the past…
Rowena is leaving Hollywood to escape the gossip and to lick her wounds. Back home she finds that the gossip has followed her and that she can’t forget her past. Van has a lot to prove but especially to Rowena that people can change. Before they can figure everything out between them though, they have to solve the mystery of what’s going on with her house.
The book started off slow with tons of build up. It’s at the start where you learn so much about the characters. Rowena is a cross between aggressive and vulnerable. As you learn more about her past this is completely understandable and makes you root for her.
Van’s past makes it harder to like him but this is all part of the author’s masterful plan. Despite his past mistakes he has become a man to admire. There is a lot of exaggerated anger in the beginning of the plot. It shows cheerleaders, football players, and small towns in a not so good light. Further along in the book you realize this is done on purpose and I have to give credit were credit is do. The way the author portrayed how the past can be looked back on, is absolutely impressive.
While I enjoyed the mystery and the romance between the characters. What really engrossed me was the sub-plot that was all about how we sometimes blow things in our past out of proportion and let it control too much of us. There is a lot more to it but I don’t want to spoil anything, needless to say, the book is thought provoking. The mystery kept the romance from being too much, which it could easily have done as it was very steamy. There was a lot going on but it was balanced so well, that it made for a really enjoyable read.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a quiet voice.
“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” He took another step closer and she actually flinched. A whiff of perfume, musky and warm, floated past his
“Old friend?” She crossed her arms. “Van, the last time we had an actual
conversation I was fifteen.”
“What are you talking about? We’ve known each other all our lives.” What the
hell was wrong with her? Living in California certainly hadn’t done her attitude
any favors. Probably thought she was too good for this place now.
Her gaze turned defiant. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten high
Most of high school was a blur of occasional touchdowns and an endless string
of willing cheerleaders. He’d only gone out with Rowena two times, and both
dates had been nothing more than a ruse. “Rowena, it was a long time
She uncrossed her arms and her gaze softened, but only a little. “Not long
enough for some of us.”
“What does that mean?”
Van became even more confused when she didn’t answer. What was her
“Didn’t Mike tell you he called me?”
“No. He only told me a contractor would meet me here this morning.”
“That’s me. We’re the only game in town.”
“I can’t hire you, Van. This will never work.”
“Why not? We’ve been friends since childhood. Anyone else will charge you
three times what I will.” He hated the begging quality his voice had taken on,
but he needed this job. Mike had given him the impression this was a done deal.
Just show up and give her a quote. Then again, Mike was an idiot.
“What you charge has nothing to do with it,” she said.
Must be nice to be so blasé about money. She’d turned into a rich bitch out
there in California. “Then at least let me take a look inside and see what needs
to be done. That way you won’t get ripped off by someone trying to pad the
estimate.” And then he’d find Mike and strangle him.
She kicked at a loose pebble with the toe of her sandal, and he tried not to
stare at her painted toenails, chocolate brown, to match that tank top. “Van,
I’m having trouble picturing your business as stable.”
His palms started to sweat and he took a deep breath to slow his heart rate.
The story of his uncle Mark embezzling company funds had made the papers outside
of Creek Ridge, but he wasn’t sure how far outside. How much did she
“I guess Jake’s been keeping you up to date on things here.” Jake had moved
to Chicago to attend college right out of high school and still lived there. But
since he’d been closer to Rowena than to any of her other siblings, he imagined
they still kept in touch. Then again, Mike could have told her the story of
She looked into his eyes, and a wave of guilt washed over him. The look on
her face wasn’t Hollywood rich bitch. It was his childhood friend. It was the
innocent high school freshman he’d asked out on a date merely to win a bet. He
owed her an explanation about the business, at the very least.
He cleared his throat. “Rowena, the papers made a lot of unfounded
accusations when all that stuff about my uncle came out. We’re struggling in
this economy like everyone else, but the business is sound.”
“You don’t understand,” she said, frowning. “This is Aunt Loony’s house. I
don’t want a bunch of your football ex-teammates getting drunk and screwing it
“Why would you think that?” He’d assumed she was talking about the stuff in
the papers. Didn’t sound like it.
She held his gaze. “It’s what you did. Hang out with the team, drink a few
beers, and occasionally cause some minor vandalism for shits and
He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until a sigh escaped. “That’s
all over now, Rowena. No drunkenness on the job, no vandalism, minor or
otherwise. My crew works hard.”
“Leopards don’t change their spots.” Her voice sounded bitter, tight. Was she
talking about him, or her Hollywood ex-boyfriend? If the tabloids were accurate,
he’d trashed her reputation and her career because she’d had it out with him
over his cheating. He couldn’t fault her for being hurt. And if the stories were
true, Brett Fontaine had it coming to him. But that had nothing to do with this
job, or with him.
“I’m a different person now, Rowena.”
“Not sure I can believe that.”
“I’m confused. Are you refusing to hire me because of what my uncle did, or
because of the way I acted in high school?”
Her eyes cut to a spot behind his shoulder, and her tan couldn’t hide the
sudden flush on her cheeks. He didn’t understand her reaction. She was a
celebrity. Way out of his league. She could wallpaper several rooms of Aunt
Loony’s house with all the magazine covers she’d graced.
“Jake told me they recovered all the money your uncle stole.”
“That’s right. And my father repaid the customers who were shorted because of
it. Rowena, this house means a lot to me too. At least let me give you a quote.
I hate the idea of you getting ripped off by a stranger.”
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Historical / Romance - Novella
TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
Born into world as mere chattel, Carrie Scott rebels against the oppression women are dealt in 1897 Philadelphia the only way she knows how—by hiding under layers of black mourning clothes worn for a fiancé she respected but did not love. Freedom from the marriage auction block allowed her the quiet she needed, but the lonely life eventually made her body yearn for more.
Dr. Matthew Gibson was floored to see his best friend’s little sister standing in his office, now the full fledged beauty he had always expected her to become. But the fact she was asking to be treated for “Female Hysteria” made his fingers itch to touch her and claim her as his own.
Neither knew that the one afternoon in his office would change their lives forever.
Carrie Scott has always done what is asked of her, putting joy and life aside for what is proper. More and more it becomes harder to handle. She hears about the treatment for female hysteria, and is determined to try it. Dr. Matthew Gibson is more than willing to treat Carrie. If this is the only way he can reach her, the woman he loves, than he will take it.
While the characters are set in a time period with a strict code of conduct, they manage to bend to the rules. The author did an amazing job of writing characters true to the time and yet keeping them refreshing. Carrie isn’t a simpering woman that only want to do a man’s biding. She may have to follow the rules but she looks for the loopholes.
Matthew isn’t interested in Carrie because everyone else is. He isn’t looking at her to rise in society but instead is drawn to her for her vitality and life. This is a historical romance, the plot is out of the ordinary and quickly grabs attention because of the female hysteria aspect. Considering the creativity, I was surprised by the writing style, honestly it made the book all the more riveting. It’s an easy but good read that historical romance fans are sure to enjoy.
Fantasy - Novella
TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
Nya has enjoyed her time on Arcros, mediating minor disputes and arranging marriages. She never expected that she had been offered the position based on her suitability to be a Draikyn mate, and that her soon to be lover was working his way through stone pathways to her side. Hyfor is not what she was expecting, but as she was expecting to work in obscurity, she wasn’t really prepared for anything. Mating with a dragon might be a good bar joke, but the
reality far eclipsed the fantasy.
Nya knew that her new job was controlled by someone behind the scenes but she never expected it to be her mate. She never expected him to be a dragon or that she would be genetically altered to be able to accept him. Hyfor has been sleeping simply waiting for his mate to come along but now that he is awake, he is taking matters into his own hands.
The are some good points to this book. The plot is not one I’ve come across before and I found it very interesting. I loved the details which really brought the world, in which the story is based around, alive. That being said, it could have been better and with the writing ability that this author has, it should have.
The beginning is very confusing and I had to re-read several times to figure out who was who and what was what. You get the general feel of the characters but no real depth. We know that Nya is laid back and not quick to anger. Hyfor is very dominate but Nya’s happiness is more important than anything else. Other than that we don’t really get to know the characters better, which is most likely due to the very rapid pace of the book.
Honestly I feel that if the author had just given a little more depth and length, this would have been an entertaining read. As it is, while not bad, it did lack.
Historical / Mystery - Novel
TBR reviewer: Cathy
An unexplained drowning...a muddy fall. A chain of unexpected events, a discovery and an ancient secret threaten the future. The story begins with a rainy funeral in Dublin in 1912. It tells how a very traditional, Western Irish sheep raising family learn of a secret holding them to their land and to an ancient promise. In the process of unexpected discovery they must put aside personal insecurities and failings and open up their lives to defend themselves. A devious plan hatched by a greedy academic attempts to reveal their secret to the world for his own gain. This they must prevent at all cost. Their good humored manner of removing obstacles, both figurative and solid, reminds the reader that not all sources of strength are apparent. Despite loss and fear, they learn that help can come from sources seen and unseen, as they discover their place in the greater world.
Grrrrrrr!!! Not the usual way to start a book review, but this book had me wanting to scream from almost the beginning!
It was an excellently conceived story set in the early 1900s in the harsh Irish wilderness. A young, honest, hardworking farmer's son, Finn, finds a little more than a fistful of mud when he slips and falls during inclement weather whilst tending his sheep – a curious little bead with strange markings. An encounter with a prominent professor of archaeology during a dig in a nearby town triggers a chain of events which entails ruthless greed, ambition, deceit and murder. This little bead, it seems, is the key to a much greater and significant ancestral history buried beneath the land owned by Finn and his father. Unscrupulous characters seeking fame and fortune underestimate the intelligence and quick-wittedness of those they perceive as simple, illiterate farmers. Greed has its price.
I can in all honesty say that this book was for the most part well-written. You could feel the hardship and simplicity of the farmers' lives, but the acceptance of their lot was almost endearing, no words of complaint ever left their lips. There was a smile-raising cosines about the warmth of the family and their support of each other. The growing relationship of Finn and the innkeeper's daughter who was teaching him to read was heart-warming. The pompous professor's and his devious assistants‘ villainous intents were well crafted. Clearly, a tremendous amount of background research of Irish heritage was carried out and it was well translated into the plot of this book.
All that was good about this book was shattered by the countless errors: bad punctuation
(lack of commas, full-stops), inadvertent and inconsistent use of capitals, poor dialogue punctuation (missing quotation marks), the ubiquitous its instead of it's, lack of attention to continuity, POV and so many more. I will always finish a book, no matter how bad it is. This wasn’t a bad book, but the jarring poor quality of editing nearly presented me with a first. I'm angry and frustrated. I so want to be able to give this book more stars, but it was let down in a big, big way by presentation. I almost thought I was reading a draft copy. This edition was clearly one that the author had put the final word to and decided that no read-through or edit was required. Harsh words, but poorly edited work is not well-received or tolerated, certainly not by this reviewer!
This book deserves to do well: the author has an engaging style, the essence of Ireland is very evident, the plot is original and compelling; but until it has been through a much more detailed editorial process, success will elude it.
Romance - Novel
TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
Can love withstand the test of time?
Winter never truly understood love, nor did she have time for men until she met Austin Wells Carlyle. He was the man who would rock her world to its foundations. He would test her notions, give her something to believe in, and change her misguided thoughts regarding happily ever after. Strangely, she was going to allow him be the one thing she never believed in—her soul mate.
Winter is nineteen, a young woman on the cusp of her future. She attends college and has a job but instead of rushing head first into life, she is in a moment of pause. Everything around her moves as she stays still. When she meets Austin the axis begin turning and her world begins spinning. She can’t help but think this is what she’s been waiting for.
This is a true love story about two people finding their soul mate and their journey along the way. Enchanted is well written, it pulls you into that emotional flush of first romance.The pace is balanced and even, however, there are some editing errors with repeat words. My only real complaint is character details, I couldn't get a good picture of Winter because her physical details came so slowly through out the book. There are a few steamy scenes and one that is 'fan yourself hot'. The story is more sweet than hot, however, there is a scene with some mild violence and enough details that may make some readers uncomfortable.
The characters aren’t your typical nineteen and twenty-one year olds either. Winter is shy and introvert as only a young innocent, sheltered woman can be but she has attitude. When it shows it's magnificent. She has the ugly ducking syndrome but watching Austin make her see herself through his eyes is beautiful.
Even though the book is told from Winter’s point of view, I fell in love with Austin. He is such a rich character, an old soul inside a modern man. I was surprised, jaded soul that I am, how much I was, well, enchanted by this story.
I stood on my tiptoes in order to press my lips to the hollow beneath his ear. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and wanted to dissolve.
He smells so good.
“Winter,” he whispered softly.
“Shh.” I opened my eyes to see him. “You told me once you would not look until I wanted you to, do you remember that?”
“Well….” I dropped my hands from his neck. “I want you to look.”
His returning smile took my breath. I had to look away from his eyes, which was almost impossible. I glanced at my hands. They should have been shaking, but they were not. My hands found Austin’s shirt. I unbuttoned each button slowly foregoing the urge to hurry. With a tremulous breath, I ran my hand down his skin, exposing the perfect alabaster of his muscular chest. His shirt was off and on the floor. He’s so beautiful, I thought.
My lips found his chest and liked the feeling of his flesh beneath them. My fingers outlined the angles and planes of his strong rippled stomach, moving slowly around his tight waist. I watched his skin, his reaction to my touch. The muscles beneath my touch seemed to jump, flex, relax. I could not believe this beautiful man was here with me. If I could, I would look at him; worship Austin’s perfection for the rest of my life. My eyes were filled with more beauty in this moment than ever before.
I allowed my hands to find and trace the outline of his wide shoulders, follow the contour of his muscular back. My body moved around him while my eyes, hungry, followed my fingers which were lost to the canvas of his flawless skin. Touching him was like finding a secret.
I pressed my lips to his shoulder blade. He groaned. I burned. My teeth grazed the surface of his skin. My tongue followed the line of him while my hands ran freely over the surface of his biceps, his forearms.
I had to wonder in awe. A part of my mind told me such beauty should be a dream, because no one could be this fabulous. But touching him grounded me in reality. I had never seen anything so magnificent, so beautiful. It was in this moment I knew. I knew in the whole of my life I would never want anyone but Austin Carlyle. I would indeed love him, forever.
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Science Fiction / Erotica - Novella (?)
TBR reviewer: B.H.
Brandi Whyne 7 – Brandi takes on the woman who broke her lover’s heart in the only way she knows how—by seducing Marian’s second-in-command, of course.
What do you get when Star Wars meets Sherwood Forest? Mix in a little Pirates of the Caribbean, Fanny Hill, Futurama and The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and you get Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures (with Robin Manhood and His Totally Sexed-Out Space Pirates). With a series title that long, you know it’s going to be filled with loads of laughs, tons of sci-fi fun and plenty of hot sex!
In Chapter 7, Brandi’s Best Revenge, the crew of the Pulsating Purple Parsnip encounter their time bandit contact in their own dimension—Robin’s ex-girlfriend, Marian Maidenform. But all is not quite as it seems aboard Marian’s ship, and seducing the hunky android Andrew becomes part of Brandi’s revenge against the cold yet sexy woman who broke Robin’s heart. But what does K.R.A.P.P. have to do with the balance of power on Old Terra? Brandi and her pals are determined to find out.
Let me start by saying, Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures could have easily received 5 stars but for one fatal issue.
This is a series and no I have not read the previous books. The blurb was very entertaining. I enjoy a lot of those comparisons, so I was curious as the twist Ms Chatillion would create. This starts off at the end of a threesome. The language is more vulgar than erotic. Nothing too harsh and this is just my opinion. I prefer elegance with explicit sex scenes.
I have to say, the way she presents the book is a lot like Spaceballs, the movie. Very unique and entertaining. A giant cock ring space ship, can’t help but giggle on that one. ‘Sales of this volume go to help support wayward space pirates who have lost their way after space pirate opera-singing binges.’ The more I read, the more I liked. Then there’s the orgy room...
The story flowed well. Despite being 7thin a series it wasn’t hard to follow. Based on the above review this would have gotten 5 stars. It was entertaining and unique. A quick, fun read but the ending, ah, that’s the horrid part. There is no ending. A twist is reveal and then it’s stay tuned for Brandi’s next adventure. You’re kidding me. It’s like part of a book. Every
story should have a beginning, middle and end. Even if Ms. Chatillion planned a sequel there should still be some closer for the reader on this plot.
I wonder if the other ‘books’ in this series end like this. The sudden and annoying halt of the story. Why would she possible want to finish a seemingly entertaining read like this? It boogles the mind.
I don’t think I’d read another set in this series. Maybe if it’s an actual story (Beginning, middle AND ending). Otherwise, it's like buying a book and the last three chapters are missing. I don't think so. I will tell you that I’d like to read more from this author, preferably an entire novel or novella.
Contemporary Romance - Novel
TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
Emergency room nurse, Roxanne Carter is a loser-magnet wishing she could enjoy her single life. Commiserating with girlfriends over butterscotch martinis creates the idea of The Dating
Manifesto—a not so scientific research project which promises to point the way to dating success. While gathering data to find the most suitable single men available, she wades through a series of unsavory, stale dates, which literally places her back at ground zero. Just when she is ready to give up, sin personified in the form of sexy firefighter Jett Avery, arrives tainting all of her previous data.
A traumatic warehouse fire, in which firefighter Jett Avery's closest friend dies, has him suffering from Posttraumtic Stress Disorder. Attempting to stave off the worst of his depression, he decides to use his brand of therapy...Sex. The remedy has lost luster until he encounters ER nurse Roxanne Carter.
Jett Avery is a firefighter emotionally scarred from the death of his partner. His brand of therapy is a string of one night stands but lately he is finding that it doesn’t keep the nightmares at bay. Roxanne Carter is in search of the formula that will transform her luck with men to lucky. Who knows if they can cure each others woes but it’s fun trying.
While this has a standard plot it’s anything but standard. The characters and different scenarios put Dating 911 in it’s own ball field. At first I was hesitant about the characters. I love Roxanne who is a guns blazing type of girl. She is a contradiction of independence, vulnerable, sassy, and compassionate, in other words a typical complicated woman. I enjoyed reading about a character that I could and I think most women, can relate to.
Jett on the other hand had a tendency of making me want to scream at Roxanne to run for the hills. He is the bad boy personified character. Danger gives him an adrenaline rush, he‘s a playboy and over confidant to boot.
As the story unfolds though, you find that these two characters have more in common than would seem. We often read about them in hysterical situations, which kept the angst filled moments from being too overbearing. However, there were still times that I felt like I was getting whip lash from the different changes of emotion. One moment I would be laughing and then the next page we’d be running into another obstacle. Despite the pace being on the choppy side, it was a good read.
I recommend to those that like to read about down on their luck, wounded souls.
Contemporary Romance - Novel
TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
Fired from the job she so desperately needs, Andy Jones is shocked to find a wallet stuffed full of cash. It belongs to none other than Alexander Ioannou, millionaire extraordinaire, and the man responsible for her firing.
Alexander comes looking for the woman he suspects of misappropriating not only his funds,
but his grandmother's ring. He's shocked to find it’s the woman who has been haunting his dreams.
Rather than turn her in, Alexander thinks of more interesting ways for Andy to pay back her debt…
Andy has had a really rough time. When She gets fired from her job for falling asleep she doesn’t think things could get any worse. Then she finds a wallet in her purse containing a lot of money and a stunning ring, it could only belong to Alex her now ex-boss. Before she can return it though, she is mugged, and left wondering how she will pay off yet another debt.
The pace starts off slow but this is more a build-up to the story rather than a mistake by the author. While there are quite a few editing mistakes to the point of having to re-read sentences, I was entranced with the plot. It’s modern Cinderella meets Pretty Woman. Andy is the woman that almost all women can relate to. When things happen, it seems to happen all at once and it’s about to break the camels back. Yet she still maintains that determination and drive. She’s been knocked down and made jaded but she is an honest, refreshing character. Alex has that cocky confidence that only the rich can have. You’d hate him but this character trait only makes his fall all the more sweeter. The sex scenes between the two are passionate and so hot it leaves you panting.
It’s an easy, quick read but really kept my interest.
Alex gritted his teeth as Andy took him in her hand. She looked so shy, so hesitant, yet
underneath all of that Alex could see a determination in her eyes, an excitement which said quite clearly that she wanted to do this. Wanted it and was planning to have it.
The thought excited him like nothing else. She surprised him at all turns. Refusing his offer to become his mistress, allowing him to fuck her, and now, to do this? It was all Alex could do not to come there and then, before she had even so much as sucked him.
Slowly, her hand curled around his girth, fingers not even meeting. She pumped his cock up and down, just like he had in front of her, before reaching out and running her tongue over his tip. “You taste all salty,” she said.
“You don’t like it?”
She shook her head. “No, I like it a lot. I want to feel all of it, Alex. I want you to cum down my throat.”
If possible, Alex hardened even more at her words. His little kitten had a dirty streak, one he suspected she was just discovering. He felt so fucking lucky.
“Take me into your mouth,” he told her.
She did leaning forward before wrapping her pouty little lips around him. The feel of that mouth was amazing, and Alex clenched his fists, desperately trying for control.
She bobbed her head up and down, not able to take more than an inch of him in. It was enough. He could feel her little tongue sweeping across his slit, whilst her mouth caressed his tip. He rocked his hips back and forth, pushing a little bit more in each time. She groaned around him and reached out to cup his heavy sacks.
He found himself moaning and rocking a little faster. God, he wanted to fill her entire mouth with his cock, but it was impossible. She wasn’t big enough, and her lip was still sore.
Pulling out, he tilted her chin and almost came undone at the desire he could see in her eyes. “Turn around, bend over the couch, your pants around your knees.”
Excitement fizzled between them, and she rushed to obey him. Bending over the couch, she
turned to look at him, suddenly a little shy. Alex smiled and lifted her skirt, before pulling her pants down—as he’d asked.
She sucked in a shocked breath and pushed her little ass out. Alex didn’t even think before burying himself in her—to the hilt.
“Oh God….” she breathed.
He gripped her hips and pounded into her, balls slapping against her. He couldn’t pound enough. Her wet tightness gripped him; her juices flooded down his cock before drenching her balls. He was going to come, he knew it, but it was too soon. Where the hell had his much vaunted stamina gone?
“Rub your clit,” he growled.
“No… Alex… I can’t,” she whispered.
She whimpered and slipped a hand down her front.
“Rub it fast, Andy, come around me.”
She moaned, and he felt the rhythm of her hand. It was too much, and he gritted his teeth, desperate to keep a little bit of control. She had to come soon. He could not hold out. Keeping one hand on her hip, he took the other and rubbed a finger against her puckered hole.
She shrieked. “Oh, God, no, don’t do that.”
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Historical Romance - novella
TBR reviewer: B.H.
In Victorian London, Emma Hale leads two lives. As Le Petite Oiseau, in corset and pink feathers, she'd the reigning queen of the music hall; offstage she's a prim-faced theatre seamstress. For years these two women have shared on body; now the share something
else—forbidden love for a man who could destroy them both.
Marcus Craven, Duke of Penhale, wants Le Petite Oiseau as his mistress, but he's also sworn to hunt down and revenge himself on the hazel-eyed girl who once shot at him with a
dueling pistol. On this winter's evening when he finds both women in his path, he suddenly faces a dilemma.
What exactly does Marcus want? The fiery, passionate actress or the quiet "mouse" hiding in her shadow? perhaps this notorious rake wants them both.
I am a big fan of Jayne Fresina’s. This book was on my list to read and when it was sent to The TBR Pile, I quickly grabbed it. I love the historical time period. It’s a great back drop to a well plotted story.
Ms. Fresina has a way with words. Right from the begin the scene is described perfectly and her details are almost poetic. Holly is a mysterious beauty and dancer, which is a lie. She’s actually Emma, a quiet seamstress. Marcus Craven is a sexy man from Emma’s past who is falling for her wicked persona. He has no idea about her real identity. This makes for a
compelling tale of searching for true love.
The sex scenes are more than lust, they’re romantic and beautiful. It really gives the characters a deeper connection. Emma is a wonderful characters, she’s tough, jaded by love and hates the soft spot she has for Marcus. She also speaks her mind which I am always a fan of. The sexy man himself is a typical male, or is he? As the story moves along we see sides of him that show just how big his heart is, among other things. The dialogue is witty and entertaining. It keeps the pace concise. I honestly couldn’t put it down.
When the truth was finally revealed, I was on the edge of my seat and was grinning like a fool. Ms. Fresina ended this so perfectly. This just proves it yet again – Jayne Fresina is a talented writer that every romance reader should try!
“I didn’t invite you into my room.”
He shifted forward. Soft, amber light from the gas lamp caressed his long, narrow nose, dark brows, and thin lips; a lean, tanned, aristocratic face.
“Don’t be cross with your maid.” There was a flare of gleaming white when he smiled
crookedly, the wolf that tricked Red Riding Hood. “She very obligingly agreed to leave us alone for a few minutes while you thanked me for those diamond earrings I sent you today.”
In a flutter of feathers, she swiveled to face him, fingers trembling too much now to fuss with the clasp on her choker.
“I’m sure it was an oversight on your part,” he added calmly, “not to wear them for me tonight.”
“Those ghastly, big things?” She wrinkled her nose. “You can have them back.”
For the last three nights, he’d haunted her on stage, then appeared in her dressing room, waiting for her like this. It was a mistake letting him in, she realized, eyeing his lounging, arrogant sprawl. He looked as if he owned the place, as if he owned her. And no man owned Holly O’Neil.
Not even the blasted Duke of Penhale.
On fire, her nerves stretched so thin they were ready to snap. Her fingers clawed across the dressing table, searching for the unwanted gift. “I don’t want them.” She never accepted jewelry from men. It was a rule of hers. One of many.
He stood, unraveling his lengthy limbs, filling the corner of her untidy room, making everything else seem miniature, the space too tight for air. Before he took a step toward her, she was up, facing him, her fingers clasped around the wooden chair-back, ready to use it as a lion tamer would. “I’ll return them in the morning, when I find them. Lucette must have moved the box.”
If he reached up with his hands, he could press his palms flat to her ceiling and very probably rip her room apart at the seams. “Why are you so angry with me?”
She tossed her hair over one shoulder, chin high. “Because you’re an arrogant bugger.” Her fingers tightened around the chair-back as he approached slowly, until he towered over her. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“I’m the one you’ve been waiting for, Miss…O’Neil.”
His gall was breathtaking. Eyebrow arched, she exclaimed pertly, “You mean you’re the chimney sweep who was supposed to come on Tuesday?”
He paused, eyes narrowed. There was a very slight twitch in his jaw.
“Or are you the man about the rats in the attic?”
When he began to crack his knuckles, a frisson of anticipation leapt along her spine.
“Don’t tell me.” She held up one hand, small palm in his face. “You’re a brush salesman and you’re going to offer me the bargain of a lifetime.”
He grabbed her wrist, his firm fingers wrapped tight around it, bringing her hand to his lips. “I can be all those things. Whatever you need.”
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