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115 pages, ebook
First published March 10, 2013
I still <3 you both and hope that it was just me that didn’t quite get it, maybe an off day, who knows! But it will certainly not deter me from reading more of the series. Please bring us more of Tristan and Jared as a couple I adore them!
2.5 - 3 star read
This ARC was provided by Riptide publishing through NetGalley
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"You buy me a drink, it's a fiver. You want to lick it off me? It's a hundred?"


“Do you date at all?” Spencer asked.
“You find me a guy worth dating who’s willing to date a whore, and we’ll talk.” The faintest hint of bitterness tinged the edges of his voice.

“Right now, you’re in a pretty weird place. Open doors and all that. You’re discovering what you really like, and that’s fine by me. I’m more than okay to train you. But the thing is, it’s intense. It can be really intense, and emotions get muddled. What’s lust and getting off on the pain can quite easily get mistaken for something more than that. I’m not saying ‘more serious,’ because that stuff is damn serious, but I know people who’ve made life decisions based on those feelings and ended up making mistakes. Do you understand?”
“What if you’re wrong?”
“I’m not,” Nick said, matter-of-factly. “I’ve seen it before. I can be your Dom, but there’s no way in hell I’ll date you.”

“I want to give you what I have, Spencer, and take everything from you. But that shit’s not easy when there’s money involved. The things I want to give you—you can’t buy those. Nobody can. They aren’t for sale.”
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“If the two of them could get through a scene like this without that word being spoken again, then maybe…maybe this ran deeper than sex and cash, deep enough to go all the way.”
It was odd that he felt his strongest while Nick hurt him. Not hurt hurt, but that moment when the pain came in and receded, like a rolling wave that bared treasure on the way back—that moment felt always like he’d tapped into an inner strength he’d never before touched or been aware of.I couldn't stay away from the Market Garden series.
He wasn’t just a prostitute. He wasn't even just a top. He was, quite literally, during the scenes, the centre of Spencer’s world.It seems like business as usual when a skiddish new john walks in to Market Garden. Nick wastes no time in sizing him up as a submissive, and quickly makes a move for the new client.
What the hell? Spencer could make juniors stammer and bend clients to his will. But this blond kid who’d wrapped himself in leather and arrogance turned him into a stuttering, stumbling idiot.Spencer is a Corporate Attorney who is on the fast-track to a heart attack if he doesn't learn to leave his desk and blow off some steam. As a closeted lawyer, he can't seem to use the usual avenues to find willing bed-mates... At the recommendation of a friend, he finds himself at Market Garden and face to face with Nick.
Both men think they’re just scratching each other’s backs: Spencer’s exploring a submissive, masochistic side he never knew he had, and Nick is getting off and getting paid. But as time goes on, it’s clear their strictly professional arrangement . . . isn't, and if Nick has one hard limit, it’s that he doesn't get romantically entangled with his johns. The problem is, while Nick doesn't want to be owned, Spencer’s no longer content with just renting.I'm diving right into If It Fornicates to find out what happens with this kinky pair. I'm not sure if I liked this book quite as much as the first two in the series... I think that the dual POV with Jared and Tristan made those books stronger. This story is told solely from Spencer's perspective, but I happen to know that the next book is Nick's POV, so this type of split seems interesting.
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Pleasure? From--
Snap.
God, yes.
Snap.
So strange, being this offbalance and aroused at the same time.
The stars are coming out.
”I’ll be honest here. I’m new to this.” […]
“What does two hours with Nick get me, anyway?”
Nick was gone. Completely gone. A phantom who’d slipped back into the shadows, leaving only goose bumps as evidence he’d ever been there at all.
Nick, the one that slipped in and out of the bedroom like smoke under the door,...


It was odd that he felt his strongest while Nick hurt him. Not hurt hurt, but that moment when the pain came in and receded, like a rolling wave that bared treasure on the way back-that moment felt always like he'd tapped into an inner strength he'd never before touched or been aware of.
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. Then the second book came out, and my interest started waning....4 stars and probably, in truth, should have been 3.5, but everyone else seemed to love it, so I thought it was just me...hormones etc., This one, as I've already said, I struggled to a) get interested enough in the characters to want to read it and b) struggled to want to finish it, and I have to admit that I did skip parts to get to the end. Not sure whether I will continue with the series after this one.







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Sweet. Mother. Of God.
But as he watched Nick... he had a feeling this was what he’d paid for.
Not just getting fucked, but getting mindfucked.
I don't know what you're doing, Nick, but don't ever, ever stop.
Fuck the clock. Fuck the price. Just . . . fuck.