Is it hot in here, or is it this book??? Wow. Still fanning myself. I will be reading anything and everything from Cara McKenna from here on out. Another great story with not a lot of extra trappings. Just our MCs and a whole lot of fantastic raw hotness and a short & sweet plot. I was prepared f...
If someone had suggested this book to me, boiling it down to an insufficient (but not technically untrue) "it's about this librarian who works at a prison and gets involved with one of the convicts", I would've said thanks, but I'll pass. The last thing any woman needs to be reading is something ...
This is a second time read through for me because I want to read the subsequently written Vignettes and I couldn't really recall what happened in this original story. I believe I have actually enjoyed it more, it certainly brought a smile to my face. Wonderfully romantic, burgeoning love and comp...
I know everyone and their grandmother seems to enjoy Cara McKenna's books except yours truly. First of all the story is written in the present tense (which I hate and rarely tolerate), secondly the author's voice comes over as very dark and sinister, supposedly full of eroticism and secrets, but ...
This book is well-written but hard to connect to. Kim, the heroine, never quite made sense to me. I felt as if I entered her life and never had enough understanding of her past to make sense of her. Vince is more accessible in part because he is showcased against several close longterm relationsh...
W-w-woooowwww! This was Uber-hot, but so much more! This author's tag-line is "smart erotica" & that description couldn't be more apt. The two MC's are a couple of interesting guys, but especially itinerant musician Gabriel, who is a fascinating cipher that goes well beyond his exotic, sex-on-l...
If you'd skipped "Backwoods" and just read "Shivaree," you'd be missing out on Shane and Gabriel's back story. But "Shivaree" works OK by itself.Natalie stumbles across Shivaree after trying to find help when her truck is disabled. When she walks into the bar, the first thing she sees is Gabriel ...
2 1/2 stars. This story was always going to start off in a clinical way but it felt rushed and forced in a lot of places. I guess this is because Abby is essentially having sex with two strangers. Her interactions with Rob made me feel a bit queasy actually so it goes to show I need a bit more in...
“We need light.” I speak to both Caroly and the woman she plays. “I need to see you.” I gesture and she sits on my bed as I fetch a metal card table from before the window, a dozen or more pillar candles fused to its top. I light them one by one, the room enlarging with each dancing flame. Her ga...
Flynn asked, hands still guiding her hips, mouth at her throat. “Before I stopped you.” “Everything.” “What were you gonna do, once you got me out?” Laurel swallowed. “Suck your cock.” A curt moan answ...
Was it five? Six? Later? For a second I cared, then the weight of Kelly’s arm registered, a pleasurable anchor draped over my ribs. One of my hands was limp and numb and I fidgeted as gently as I could, trying not to wake him. I thought I’d succeeded for a breath, then he ...
“Whewww.” Caroly’s blue eyes are wide, darting all around. Her grip on the wheel has blanched her knuckles, betraying the calm she’s been faking all the way from the Avignon train station. Those fists match my heart, tight and bloodless. But we’ve made it. I give her shoulder a squeeze and a pat....
The sky went from silver to pewter between the Métro station and number sixteen Rue des Toits Rouges, but I’m spared, dodging a headful of frizzy curls and a ruined silk skirt. I trot up the stone steps and into the elegant old foyer and press the brass button for flat 5C. Smoothing my top and ha...
I sit cross-legged at the edge of the bed, fidgeting with my nails.“I will show you what I have,” he says, setting a chair before me then hefting Pandora’s sex-toy chest onto the chair. “If something sparks your interest, perhaps you would like to hear about the sort of woman who requests it?”“Su...
It is raining yet again, a heavy shower with the occasional clap of thunder. It is my favorite weather for staying home with four or five young, submissive men and enjoying the simple pleasures of domesticity. If you’re curious about what these men do when they’re not actively being taken advanta...
That night at the bar...like a bookend to when they’d first met. When she’d just landed, laying eyes on him had been a spark—a crackling, rousing attraction made of nothing but curiosity and mystery and what-ifs. This time she saw all that same beauty, but she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt wh...
Clare was pumping lettuce in the salad spinner and her phone lit up on the counter beside it. When the name appeared, she let go of the spinner, and centrifugal force sent it careening off the edge to burst open on the tile. “Ah, fuck.” She accepted the call. “Hello?” &nbs...
Actually, I think I’m mourning us both, collectively, Jay-and-Robin, and how we were up until last Thursday. We made sense before then. I miss making sense. And I miss Jay too, more than I’m pissed at him. Strange how he managed to be the one who took things too far. He left on Friday while I was...
It was so stupid, feeling this nervous. He used to look forward to this moment, excited to have the whole night spread out before him, full of possibilities. But this was his first evening out since he’d been dumped, his first time back at Hadley’s for a drink as a single guy since… Shit, since l...
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As soon as he recovered his rhythm with the BMW, his mind began wandering in earnest. He turned Casey’s spacey words over, feeling like a hound who’d caught some curious, unshakable scent on the wind. You find that coyote yet? Utter nonsense, yet it nagged at him. He was s...
As they crossed the threshold and out of reach of the firelight, her desires grew darker. She wanted to keep holding on to him, and let him lead her into these shadows. Prove himself a master at this, as well—acts as primal and instinctual as survival. An oil lamp sat on a...