I give this 3.5 stars. As an action story, this was good. I enjoyed the struggle and triumph of Sage getting back to life after her rescue. I would have liked a little more background on her 12 months between captive and on the run. I thought she was a little too grounded for someone who had bee...
In a nutshell, the author had WAY too much going on, to the point that it was completely unbelievable and rather annoying. I really didn't like Garrett and his guilt over enjoying BDSM was exhausting. I didn't believe that Sage could be held captive for a year and not come out of it without some ...
Meet your new best friend, worse. Get cozy; we’re going to be here a while. I listened to the banquet servers chatting in the hallway just beyond the hotel’s stuffy security office. Dinner had been served and cleared away. The gala’s attendees were dancing and laughing their way into the night, m...
I repeated the sentiment beneath my breath while turning in my chair to stare over the San Diego skyline. The sun glinted brightly on the city’s more modern buildings, darkening along the terra cotta curves of the older structures, crafted like the classic California missions. Farther in the dist...
She needed to just get through the next minute; then it would get better.Another minute passed.Why wasn’t it getting better?Rose lay on the floor in the middle of her room, stomach down. The carpet, rough against her swollen cheek, had become a strange friend. She focused on the abrasion of the f...
Now he had to be the one dreaming. For the last forty-eight hours, she’d been the merciless erotic torment in his mind but now she was his wildest desires come to life, right here in his arms. With her lips parted, her eyes imploring, and her body this close and warm… Fuck. “Dream come true” was ...
Grand productions like this had never been my favorites, even during the days of officially being a politician’s kid. The princess girl novelty of it all wore off after my tenth birthday, when Disney Channel was replaced by Nickelodeon and all I wanted to be was a normal kid hanging at the mall i...
It hadn’t worked yesterday and it sure as fuck wasn’t going to work now. Instead, he skipped straight to catching up to her, hooking an arm around her waist, and hauling her into a nearby building that was thankfully unlocked. From the desks he’d glimpsed through the window, he guessed the place ...
Tess jumped out of her chair. Literally. Not that it had been a particularly comfortable chair. She’d found another wingback in the second of Catacomb’s living room areas, hoping she’d have better results in here with the whole calm-down-and-talk-to-somebody-dammit efforts. &nbs...
She needed to think about sitting down, too. She didn’t want to. Every muscle in her body longed to go to Shay, if only to hold his hand through a crappy patch between him and Tait, but these guys needed this moment just for each other—especially when it appeared Ghid was about to lay down some h...
Bitches are the same no matter where one journeys in life. Given a better haircut, a more flattering dress, and a few court etiquette lessons, Chantal Dunne is like every social climbing bamboo of the Arcadian Court. The word is not even my innocent idiom mash now. In Arcadia, we have no problem ...
Nobody was happy about the situation, least of all him. The last thing he’d joined the FBI for was pop-star babysitting duty. He knew Pennington wouldn’t believe it, though, so he didn’t bother saying it. But it was clear they had a sick fuck on their hands, one who’d had access to Dasha Moore’s ...
It had always been Killian Stone’s go-to for the situations where dammit was too specific and fuck too broad. While I’d always jabbed a firm thumb up at his warrior spin on the word, I never imagined letting a woman drag me to a place furious enough that I’d be yanking it up for myself. With an e...
It was the precise reason he’d used it. It was a ballsy gamble, reminding her of everything she’d had to shove away just to walk in here tonight. But fuck it, he didn’t want just slices of her. Even now, he wasn’t going to settle for that. From the second he’d laid eyes on...
It was the wrong question and Rebel knew it. More accurately, it was just the question that didn’t need to be asked, because it had already answered itself. He knew damn well what intent ruled her right now—exchanging a glance with Double-Oh confirmed he wasn’t the only one—he just didn’t know ho...
—Alain Badiou ONE * Mishella “Dear, sweet Creator. That man’s ass needs its own web page.” “Right?” “Maybe it already has one. Have we tried looking it up? What would that search string even be?” “Cassian Court’s Glorious Glutes?” “Sounds about right.” I scowl at the exchange between my best frie...