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359 pages, ebook
First published May 23, 2017



I start speaking first. “Listen, about earlier…” The desire I felt earlier washes through me before I can stop it. I clear my throat and pick up where I left off. “That can’t happen again. It’s not worth the death sentence. No offense, but I like living, and even though you agitate me, I don’t want you to die either. At least not yet.” I nod and wait for his reaction.
Jerking his head back a bit, he presses his lips together and furrows his brow. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.”His look doesn’t change to agreement. What the hell? He’s supposed to agree that it’s a bad idea.
Electricity flows through my body, radiating from where his hand touches my skin. Each pulse sends tendrils of need to my core. The strength of the desire shocks me.
I throw caution to the wind. I go up on my tiptoes and wrap my hand around the back of his neck. He doesn’t resist me, his mouth meeting mine in a scorching kiss of pent up frustration.
He parts my lips with his and invades my mouth with his tongue. He explores every recess with a thoroughness that leaves me panting for breath.
With a jerk, I’m wrapped in his arms. I dig my blunt nails into his scalp, rake my hands through his hair, and hold on. I let out a breathy moan and pull back from our kiss.
“Finish stripping for me, little tine.” He grips his erection and slowly slides his hand up. I slip my thumbs under the waistband of my favorite pair of skin tight jeans and keep eye contact with him. I shimmy out of them and lean forward. The position displays my breasts for him and his gaze leaves mine. “Your breasts are perfection, little tine. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around each peak.”You can guess the general atmosphere from the paragraphs above. That being said, I was really disturbed by the way the lead male was portrayed. He was objectified to be a sex machine that can growl and form a few tangible words that somehow, are then connected into a barely spoken, proposition. For the entire part of the book he is defined as “hovering” and “looming” over our dear heroin. It’s creepy, especially as she says “no” two or three times but it falls on deaf ears. He exists purely to give the main character importance and a love interest.
“Holy fuck. Yes. Dare. Goddess, yes.” He slides his hand across my ass, my flesh tender from where he’s spanked me. He smoothes his hand over it, soothing the ach as he trails kisses down my neck.The heroin can be annoying. Again, I had been reading this book while I was too tired to move so my brain was pretty lax through it all. Otherwise I don’t think I would have been able to finish it. She has to be the greatest at anything. She has to be the loadstar, the born leader, the friendliest person on the planet, the powerful, and the most beautiful and so on. She’s a spoiled brat with half a mind and too much luck for her health.