Title:
Hard As It Gets
Hard Ink Novel 1
Author:
Laura Kaye
Release
Date: November 26, 2013
Publisher:
AVON ~ HarperCollins
Category:
Contemporary Romance
Type:
Digital, Audio, Paperback
Blurb:
Tall,
dark, and lethal…
Trouble
just walked into Nicholas Rixey’s tattoo parlor. Becca Merritt is warm, sexy,
wholesome–pure temptation to a very jaded Nick. He’s left his military life
behind to become co-owner of Hard Ink Tattoo, but Becca is his ex-commander’s
daughter. Loyalty won’t let him turn her away. Lust has plenty to do with it
too.
With
her brother presumed kidnapped, Becca needs Nick. She just wasn’t expecting to
want him so much. As their investigation turns into all-out war with an
organized crime ring, only Nick can protect her. And only Becca can heal the
scars no one else sees. Desire is the easy part. Love is as hard as it gets.
Good thing Nick is always up for a challenge…
Excerpt:
Nick
wanted to claim her and possess her and climb so far inside her heat that he’d
forget about all the shit in his head. He wanted her writhing under him and
boneless with pleasure and crying his name out loud. He wanted her seeking
safety in his arms and comfort from his hands.
He
spun the chair around to face her. She reared back on her knees and her gaze
flew up to his. He shook his head, competing desires warring inside him. To
possess her and protect her. To be honest and shield her from hurt. To do the
right thing and do what felt right.
Damnit,
he needed her.
On
a groan, he reached out, grasped her neck, and hauled her up to him.
Rixey
consumed her with the kiss, pouring every bit of his gratitude and desire into
the movement of his lips, his tongue, his hands. She moaned in surprise, and he
devoured that, too. God, she smelled of warm vanilla and tasted of mint. Little
needful whimpers and sighs and gasps spilled out around their lips, and he
reveled in every last note of her pleasure, of her desire. He pulled her closer
and penetrated her more deeply with his tongue. The damn backrest separated
them, but he couldn’t let her go long enough to rectify the problem.
“God,
sunshine, what are you doing to me?” he rasped around the edge of a kiss.
Dialogue
Highlight:
Becca stepped into the room and dropped her pillow onto
the bed, and a growl roared out of her stomach so loud it nearly echoed among
the exposed beams and ductwork of the tall ceiling. She clamped a hand to her
belly and chanced a glance at Nick.
The corners of his lips tipped up. “Guess it would be
redundant to ask if you’re hungry.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I didn’t realize
how much.”
“Well, that’s a problem I can solve. Tell me you eat
meat.”
Nick was going to cook her dinner? Or, er, meat at
least? Now she was curious. “Uh, what if I don’t?”
His bottom lip almost pouted, and the expression was as
unexpected as it was cute on his masculine face. “Well, that would be a shame,
because it would mean I can’t cook you my specialty.”
“You have a specialty?”
He crossed his arms. “Of course I have a specialty.”
She just bet he did. A soldier who carried her bag,
tried to open the car door for her, put her up in his house to protect her, and
now offered to cook her dinner. This guy was ten kinds of dangerous. And in
more ways than she’d expected when she’d come to him for help. “Well, then, I
eat meat.”
The left side of his mouth pulled up in a crooked
smile, hinting at a dimple on his cheek.
A freaking dimple. A single spot of softness on a man
otherwise built of hard planes and rough edges. Becca tried not to stare, she
really did. But she found herself wanting to press her lips to the little
indent. For starters.
“Good. Take whatever time you need to get settled in.
There’s towels and stuff in the bathroom next door. Come out to the kitchen when
you’re ready.”
She shook the ludicrous urge away. “You really don’t
have to go to any trouble. We could just order a pizza. I already feel bad
enough---“
He stepped in close, his heat and masculine scent, all
leather and clean spice, invading her space. “It’s no trouble, Becca.”
Review:
Color
me turned on. I officially now want a tattoo – from Nick! It is no secret that
this has been a hard year for me in reading and reviewing. There has been so
much going on that I had to put everything blog-related on hold. So I couldn’t
have possibly have chosen a better book, author, or series for that matter, to
come back with. First of all, if you haven’t read Laura Kaye, what the hell is
the matter with you? She is made of awesome. Simple as. Side note: LMAO tonight
because that phrase pops up quite often within the book and I actually heard a
friend of mine use it tonight. Totes one of my new phrases now. But I digress.
Laura Kaye gets it. I have several favorite authors, but a few of them are
simple sentimentality because they were the chosen few I had begun with.
Johanna Lindsey, for example. My first ever and I will always love her, but the
books are just monotonous and completely predictable. Julie Garwood. Love her,
but she burned me when she ditched HR and switched completely to CR. Bleck. Not
that I don’t love each genre, but sheesh! She was phenomenal at HR and now she
write cookie cutter contemporary that reads like a broken record. I still enjoy
them, but they don’t grab me and suck me into the dang pages to the point I get
upset when I have to put the book down for any reason.
Anyway
--- back to that digress thing. Ms. Kaye is masterful at her craft. She fills
her books with suspense, intrigue, snarky wit, and arguably some of the hottest
sex scenes I have ever read. The key to the sex is that it is slightly over the
top, but not so over the top that the reader is feeling like his/her life sucks
because of a failure to experience such magnetic attraction or multiple orgasms
with their partner. Maybe some do, experience such mind blowing sex, but those
of us in the real world who stumble back into reality after the conclusion of
the book call bullshit when we read it. Ms. Kaye excels at hitting the mark of
ample without excess. And within it all, she builds this world that is so near
tangible, that the reader could darn near walk down the street and meet these
very people in their own town. Calm down. I said “darn near”, not that they
actually would.
I was
blown away by these awesome characters, not only Nick and Becca, but there
wasn’t a single secondary character who I didn’t appreciate. Each one has their
own purpose and role and together they form a connection that is pretty much
unbreakable. The men of Hard Ink are sure to blow your mind and leave you
breathless for more. Now, I am not going to get into a patriotic rant here, but
I also really love that despite the circumstances of this former Special Ops
team and their exit from the armed forces, their patriotism rang true. They
could have shut down and told the world and everyone in it to kick rocks, but
these guys are what it is really all about. Listen to me, like they are real.
Maybe for me they are – or at least a representation of what I believe the
All-American Patriot to be. And that struck a chord within me.
Rather
than describe the characters and summarize their conflicts and character flaws
that endear them to us, I am going to leave the review at this. Buy it. Read
it. You will absolutely NOT be disappointed. In fact, you might cry when you
realize you do not yet own the next book in the series. I didn’t because I have
it. But I swear I would have if I didn’t have the next book to dive into next.
Oh yeah – and here’s another positive – the book does not wrap up all nice and
pretty with a little bow. Our main characters are in a good place, but in no
way is the mystery solved. In fact, the end brings up more questions than the
team began with. I am even doubting Merritt’s true intention at this point. And
I am only starting the second book in the series. Says a lot. I can safely say
that I am hooked and for a reader, there is no better feeling for a book and
its author to attain. Simple as.
Paperback
purchased for personal library
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