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I always felt like I could do something more than just read. Finally, I have found both a creative outlet and a chance to do something meaningful with my reading. This blog was created in appreciation of and tribute to all of the authors who have brought me joy through their books. These reviews are my way of giving back to authors and providing recognition for the hard work that each one completes every day!

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Review: Adam's Obsession by Sabrina York





Title: Adam’s Obsession
           Ellora’s Cave Moderne Series
Author: Sabrina York
Release Date: April 4, 2012
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Category: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Type: Kindle









Book Blurb:

Hopelessly shy and utterly repressed, Katherine Hart slakes her taboo desires online, where the anonymity allows her to indulge without embarrassment. Her virtual lover, Savage, is willing to meet her every need, especially once he discovers her naughty little secret—more than anything, she craves a masterful man. Fortunately, Savage is just that. And then some.

When Adam Trillo—aka Savage—discovers the shameless, erotic woman he’s been tangling with online is actually his demure coworker, he’s determined to seduce her in real life. He longs to release the wild Kat he knows lurks just below the surface. With a relentless mix of domination and persuasive charm, he draws her into his web until she’s helpless to deny their mutual passion. Particularly when she’s tied to his bed. 

Book Excerpt:

To see her now, sitting there in her office, stroking that long strand of honeyed hair, all thoughts of her business acumen fled. Adam tried to imagine her without those glasses, with her hair down, in a satin teddy, stroking her swollen nipples, and his temperature rose. He closed his eyes and tried to recapture the timbre of Wildkat’s voice, tried to remember the sound, the tempo, the dulcet tones. And his eyes flew open.
Last night, just as a mind-blowing orgasm had consumed him, she’d cried out a name. Wrapped in the claws of his own ravening passion, he’d heard his name.
Naturally he’d assumed his imagination was working overtime.
What if… What if…
He peeped at Katherine and to his surprise found her staring directly at him. Their eyes met and a shock wave crested within him, settling in his groin. His cockstand was immediate. Curious as to how she would react to his bold stare, he held her gaze and watched as a slow flush stole up her creamy cheeks.
She looked away.
A second or so later, she flicked another questing glance in his direction.
Holy crap, he thought. She’s flirting.
Not flirting flirting—not the way a normal woman would flirt. She was Katherine flirting. It was subtle and understated, something a man might almost miss. But Adam didn’t miss it. The timid glance, the quick retreat, the tentative parry. It was electrifying.
He sucked in a deep breath as the realization flooded him.
Katherine Hart was hot.
And it was the most alluring kind of hot. Not a flashy, blowsy I’m-so-hot kind of hot. It was a hidden, smoldering come-and-get-me-if-you-dare kind of hot. And it had him poleaxed. He shifted uncomfortably as a certain restlessness stole over him.
He wanted to fuck her, he realized with surprise. For the first time in two years, here was a woman—a real, live, flesh-and-blood woman—he desperately wanted to taste. He wanted to throw her to the ground and cover her, spread her legs and plow into her. He wanted…
Hell. He wanted.
“Hey, Adam?” Sara’s cheerful voice shattered his welling fantasy. Damn. He slid his notebook over the lip of his desk to shield his raging hard-on, blithely pretending to consult the figures on the page. It wouldn’t do to frighten the staff with the size of his…staff.
“Yes?”
“Do you have the blurb we wrote up for the Carlson presentation last fall? I was thinking we could use that in the PowerPoint.”
Huh? What? Oh. Yeah. Sara was talking about work. The remaining whiffs of his fantasy drifted away and with them the sharp edge of his desire. “Yeah. I think I have it on my laptop. Let me check and I’ll email it to you.”
“’Kay. Thanks.” With a sketchy wave, she was gone.
Her interruption had been fortuitous. Had his errant thoughts been allowed to rove unchecked, he could easily have become carried away, stormed over to Katherine’s office and bent her over her desk or something.
He could be in her by now.
That quickly, his wilted erection sprang back to life. Hell, he thought, shooting a surreptitious glance across the hall. He was in trouble.
He forced himself to focus on work, to ignore the elegant little movements he could see her making out of the corner of his eye. He flipped open his laptop and switched it on, pretending to study it diligently as it sped through its routine. It chimed. Loudly.
Katherine’s head shot up at the sound. She eyed him warily from across the hall, like a cornered rabbit.

Adam merely ignored her and filed this odd reaction away, pressing the mute button on his speakers as he logged online. He was supposed to be hunting for Sara’s file. He knew that. But for some reason, he was drawn inexorably toward his chat room.
Toward Wildkat. Somehow he knew, he hoped, there’d be a message from her.
And holy hell, there was.
His hand shook as he clicked open the message box and read.

WILDKAT: Savage, I have to work tonight, so I have to cancel our date. Sorry.

Adam stared at the message. Hope and a hint of certainty skirled in his gut. What were the odds? He kept asking himself and the answer kept coming back fuzzy.
Statistically, it was a billion to one that Katherine could be Wildkat. The thought was insane.
But the coincidences were piling up. Her “duck on a june bug” comment, the familiar tenor of Wildkat’s voice and now this? That they both had to work late? On the same night? It could be nothing more than a bizarre twist of fate but the odds on that were increasing by the moment. All in all, it was pretty convincing evidence.
Still, Adam was an empirical thinker, a scientist who liked to—no, needed to—prove theories before he acted on them.
There was only one thing to do.
Run a test.
With steely resolve, he logged in as his alter ego, as Savage.

Dialogue Highlight:

Adam Trillo didn’t want her. That hard-on had probably been her imagination. His cell phone. A banana.
She swallowed a hysterical little laugh. Damn. It was a bitter pill.
How she wished she was the kind of woman who could seduce a man like him—confidently, fearlessly. Just walk right up to him, rip open her blouse and reveal her hunger.
She wanted him so much. She had for so long, sometimes the ache felt like a familiar friend. What she wouldn’t give to have a chance with him. A night with him. Just one amazing tryst.
Something.
Anything.
By the time they arrived at the hotel, she was in a pissy mood, feeling slighted and resentful. Cheated by life. Why was it the men she found attractive, the men she actually wanted to fuck, looked right through her? She was damn tired of it. She had something to offer. Hell, she had a lot to offer. And she deserved this.
She had every intention of going online and giving Savage a piece of her mind. So when they arrived at their suite, she flung a crisp “good night” over her shoulder at Adam and stormed into her room, closing the door with a controlled snick. She logged on in a rare fury. She had to wait a few minutes for him to respond to her insistent call but finally he appeared.
“Hey, Wildkat.” God. Did he have to sound so chipper?
“Savage.” Her greeting was short, clipped, annoyed.
“So,” he asked. “How’d it go?”
“It was dismal.” She glared at the screen. “You were sooo wrong.”
“What?” He sounded shocked. Katherine snorted in derision.
Savage probably had a vision of her in his head as this Amazon beauty, some sultry siren, some woman he wanted to fuck. He had no concept of the reality of the situation. No idea of who she was, how intimidated she was by a man like Adam Trillo. Adam could have any woman he wanted. He was that perfect. While she…
“Didn’t he ask you to dance?” He said this as if dancing with a man was the be-all and end-all in a relationship—like a marriage proposal or something.
“He did ask me to dance. But—”
“If he asked you to dance, he wants to fuck you. Why don’t you believe me?”
Katherine shook her head. “It was just a dance.”
“Was it a romantic song?”
She thought back. “Yes.”
“Did you accidentally stumble and rub up against him?”
“It wasn’t much of an accident. These heels are hell on wheels.”
“But you did feel him up?”
“Yes.”
“Was he hard?”
“I think so.”
“You think so?” His bellow resonated through the room. “How could you not notice if he was hard?”
“I thought he was hard but it was a very brief contact.”
“Because you pulled back.” It wasn’t a question. It was as though Savage knew of her cowardice. “You should have leaned in. Rubbed harder.”
“I couldn’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“He’s my boss.”
“Bullshit. That wouldn’t stop you. Why don’t you just admit it? He scares you.”
“Of course he scares me. He scares the life out of me.”
“Why?”
She didn’t answer for a long moment. She could hear him breathing over the speakers, waiting patiently for her response. Finally, she said it. She admitted the truth to Savage and to herself.
“Because I want him more than any man I’ve ever known. And I really, seriously doubt he wants me the same way.”
“He wants you.” He sounded so sure, like he knew, which was ridiculous.
Katherine swallowed her tears with a laugh. “You don’t understand, Savage. He had the chance to kiss me and he didn’t do it.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that he might be as nervous as you are?”
“Hah!”
“Maybe he was waiting for some sign from you?”
“No. That’s crazy.”
“Is it? You’ve already told me you’re reserved. Don’t they call you the ice queen in the office?”
“Yes.”
“So maybe you intimidate him.”
Katherine blew out a breath. No one intimidated Adam Trillo. No one. “You need to accept the truth. If he wanted me, he would have made a move tonight. The scene was set. Perfect. Yet he did nothing.”
“I think you’re jumping to conclusions.”
“Am I?”
“You are assuming he’s this totally self-confident guy.”
“He is.”
“No man is totally self-confident. Guys always wonder. Guys always worry. Especially if it’s a woman we desperately want.”
“He doesn’t desperately want me.”
“Because he didn’t throw himself at you on the dance floor? Did he at least cop a feel?”
She blushed from the bottom up. “Yes.” He had. The feel of him gently squeezing her ass had been delightful. She’d wanted it to go on forever.
“Why would a man who had no interest in you cop a feel?”
“Curiosity?”
He laughed. “Yeah. Right. Let’s face it, Kat, you’re terminally insecure. You need a man who can make you feel like a woman.”
She caught her breath at the shift in his tone. He’d gone from petulant and preachy to sexy and seductive. As disappointed as she was at the way the evening had turned out, she was horny. And if there was one thing Savage could do for her, it was scratch that particular itch.
“Are you that man?”
His chuckle had a dark thread. “Damn straight, I’m that man.”
Katherine shuddered. Those words in that tone…Savage had sounded just like Adam.
“Let me ask you this, Kat. What would you do if he stared you in the eye and said he wanted you?”
“He wouldn’t say that.”
“Play along, sweetheart. Imagine you’re standing there, face-to-face with this guy and he says, ‘Kat, I want to fuck you.’ What do you do?”
She snorted a laugh. “After I faint?”
“Yeah.”
She thought about it for a moment. Thought about what she wanted, what she would do if she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Adam wanted her. She shivered.
Her response came in a whisper. It was all she could manage. “Anything. Anything he asked.”
“God.” She heard his harsh exhalation of breath, the guttural groan rippling over the connection. “Kat. There’s something I need you to do.” His voice was low, hard. A certain intense timbre vibrated from him to her.
“Yes?” A pulse surged between her legs. Anticipation sizzled. Finally. Finally he was going to drop all that nonsense about Adam and get down to making her come.
“First, what are you wearing?”
It was all Katherine could do to hold back her laugh. “Not that again.”
“Seriously. I want an answer.”
She shrugged. “A cocktail dress. Black. With heels.”
“Put on your teddy,” he commanded and she complied.
She slipped off her dress and bra, dropping both on the floor, and pulled her satin teddy from her suitcase. It felt cool slipping over her skin. It caught on her hard nipples, making them grow fatter. She moaned as she rubbed them, just a little, to enhance the mood.
“Mmm. It feels good.”
“Are you wearing the teddy?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect. What do you have on under it?”
“Nothing. Well, panties.”
“Perfect. Do you still have the heels on?”
“Yes.” She did. As much as she hated them, she loved the elegant line of her legs when she wore them. Besides, the heels completely changed the way she felt in the black teddy. In the full-length mirror behind the door, she seemed practically sexy.
“How do you look?”
“Hot.”
“I’ll bet.” The words were heavy and harsh. “I wish I could see you. Now. There’s something I want you to do.”
“What?”
“I want you to go and get two ice cubes.”
“What?” Was he insane? She’d have to walk all the way through the suite to the kitchen. “In my teddy?”
“Yes.”
“He might see me.”
“What if he does? Maybe he’ll fuck you. That’s what you want. Isn’t it?”
Katherine didn’t answer.
“Isn’t it? Deep down, you want him to shove his cock into your pussy and fuck you ‘til you scream. Isn’t it?”
Again, she didn’t respond.
“Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Then go to the kitchen. In your teddy. And get two ice cubes. Oh. And Wildkat?”
“Yes?”
“Before you go, take off the panties.”
“What?”
“Take them off. I want you completely exposed. And I want you to know how exposed you are.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. If you don’t, I’ll have to punish you.”
“But—”
“No, Kat. No questions. Just do it.”
She stood by the door for several minutes, contemplating this challenge and, most especially, how it made her feel. She was liquid inside, quivering. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy lips were swollen and sensitive.
After a long internal debate, she decided she would go to the kitchen and get the ice cubes wearing her teddy but she would leave her panties in place. Utterly bare-assed was a little further than she was willing to go, especially when Adam might discover her at any moment.
Besides…Savage would never know she had cheated just a little.
She turned the knob and peered out into the hallway. There was no one there. She slipped through the shadows and into the living room, heading toward the kitchen. She pushed open the swinging door and froze.
There stood Adam Trillo cracking out ice cubes at the counter. His chest was bare—a magnificent panoply of rippling muscles and scattered darkling dust. He wore only baggy gray sweatpants held up, it seemed, by the enormous bulge in the front.
“Hey there, Wildkat,” he purred. “What took you so long?”
And her heart stopped beating.

Review:

Katherine has a bit of a wild side and a lotta bit of wild on her sexual side. But she plays things safe and refuses to give into what she desires. Live and learn, right? Well she did and after a failed attempt at a relationship with a co-worker at her previous place of employment, she toned things down. Did I mention she had a short failed marriage too? Part of the problem was that neither man satisfied her and had no wish to even try despite requests. I mean a man that laughs as my suggestion to spice up our sex life would sure put a damper on my ardor and pretty much seal the fate of the relationship. *cue sound of a plane crashing and burning* Anyway, her dalliance at work ended up costing her job. So now she is happy with her job of two years. The fact that she would love nothing more than to attract the attention of Adam means nil. She refuses to compromise her job … again … over a man so she dresses plainly and makes an attempt to detract from her appearance. And it seems to be working.

Adam has taken little notice of Katherine beyond her exceptional abilities at work. She is a hard worker and has saved the company a lot of money on occasion from her suggestions. Adam also suffered a divorce from an unfaithful woman and is pretty much turned off from the opposite sex as far as anything beyond physical gratification. So his virtual playtime with Wildcat is basically all he needs. But when he starts to notice similarities between his Wildcat and Katherine, Adam suddenly finds himself wanting more from Kat than the virtual romance they have cultivated. It doesn’t take long for Adam to see beyond the plain façade. When Kat is chosen to replace a co-worker on a business trip with Adam, he is suddenly given exactly the scenario he needs to seduce her. But revealing himself has to be timed right and Adam has a clever way to help himself get to cat by using ... well … himself. His Savage self, that is.

The catalyst comes when Adam wants to break the agreement he has with Kat. They can have a relationship so long as no one at work knows. And Kat would love to be able to end the secrets, but she can’t get past the possibility of losing the job that she loves for a man that definitely wants her, but isn’t in love with her. But Adam wants to out their secret romance because he is about to lose his mind over the young, horny punks at work trying to win Kat over. And the irony is that they only start taking notice after Adam himself causes them to. Jealousy is a mean beast sometimes. Of course Adam has to try and make his point with his brother Tristan also. Because coming out to the staff, so to speak, is also breaking a pact between brothers never to “fish in the company pond”. They both have a lot to lose by revealing themselves and with the hurt in their pasts, difficult becomes an understatement when trying to decide if they have a future beyond their lust for one another.

What a fun and flirty read. Can you imagine having a *coughs* relationship online only to find out that he was the guy at work that you lusted after? Fantastical! Outrageous! Awesomesauce! I love that there was well thought out characters to this story that reached beyond the hot, frequent sex. Don’t get me wrong. Reading the sex between the characters was very entertaining, but the substance to said characters made the difference between liking the story and truly enjoying the story. And while Tristan is not much of a key character in the story, I found myself wanting to know his story. In fact, I enjoyed my time spent with Adam and Katherine so much that I have already added the next book in the series to my TBR list, TRISTAN’S TEMPTATION. That pretty much says it all right there.

(EBook copy provided by author for review.)

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Spotlight and Giveaway with Jennifer Malone Wright

Spotlight and Giveaway with Jennifer Malone Wright


Hello my Lovelies! I have a special treat for all of you today. A couple of months ago I received an invite from the rockin’ Sizzling PR to host author Jennifer Malone Wright and her series THE VAMPIRE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER. I haven’t read Ms. Wright’s work before, but this series sounded intriguing. I think the biggest part of my intrigue was center around the fact that each book continues the story. I haven’t come across many series books that do that and as I was reading the blurbs, it seemed like not much happened. But I know that much probably does happen. As a vampire fan and a huge Buffy fan, I was drawn to this series and hope that I have time to dive into it in the near future. But I figured that if I couldn’t read it right away, I could at least tell you all about it. I am crazy curious to see what you all think about it and if it sounds like something you have read. But I will ask you about that again at the end of the post. For now, let’s get started. Please help me welcome:

**JENNIFER MALONE WRIGHT**

**BIO**
Jennifer Malone Wright resides in the beautiful mountains of northern Idaho with her husband and five children. Between the craziness of taking care of her children, whose ages range from fifteen all the way down to one year, and being a homemaker, Jennifer has little time left for herself. The time she does have left, usually leading far into the night, is spent working on freelance work or her beloved fiction.
When she grew up, Jennifer always had her nose in a book. She has been writing stories and poems since grade school. This love of the written word and her strong interest in the paranormal is what has led to her first novel “The Birth of Jaiden.”
In addition to being a mother and homemaker, Jennifer is also a very proud military wife. Moving around the country for the last eleven years has made her a bit of a nomad and she finds it difficult to be in one place for too long.

Okay, so we have to give her kudos simply for having five children, writing a series, and having a life. I have six, so I know what I am talking about, Yo! So here are the blurbs on the first four books in the series.
You can find out more about Ms. Wright at the following places:

**THE VAMPIRE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER**
**Book 1 in Series*

**BLURB**
Fourteen-year-old Chloe witnesses her mother’s murder at the hands of a vampire. Before the vampire can kidnap her, there is an unexpected rescue by a group of vampire hunters. Overwhelmed by the feeling of safety, Chloe passes out and they whisk her away to their small community.
When Chloe wakes, she comes face to face with the only other living relative, besides her mother, whom she has ever met: her grandfather. Chloe’s mother kept her hidden from the family; now, Chloe tries to unveil the family secrets.
Through her grandfather, she learns her mother was a vampire hunter. In fact, her entire family is descended from the powerful bloodlines of vampire hunters. Chloe agrees to join the family she has never known for one reason only: Chloe vows to kill the vampire responsible for her mother’s murder.
With vengeance in her soul, Chloe is even more determined to follow through on her vow when she discovers the true identity of her enemy and how he is connected to her.

**Book 2 in Series**

**BLURB**
In the second installment of The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter, Chloe Kallistrate’s life has been turned upside down. After witnessing the vampire attack that left her mother dead, she's adopted by her grandfather into a community of vampire hunters. Although she is directly descended from ancient, powerful vampire hunters, the rigorous training schedule begins to break her down. All she wants, all she has ever wanted, is to be a normal teen.
Chloe finds renewed motivation from an unexpected encounter with a fledgling vampire, the first she has seen since her mother's death. Staring into the glowing red eyes of the vampire, Chloe freezes, forgetting all her training. After the vampire is vanquished by her friend and mentor, Drew, Chloe resolves to train harder, to be the best, and to kill the vampire who had her mother killed. Finally mourning her mother, Chloe allows her revenge to drive her, accepting that her life will never be normal.

**Book 3 in Series**

**BLURB**
In the third installment of The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter, Chloe Kallistrate's first Christmas without her mother is difficult. As part of the grieving process she visits her mother’s grave for the first time and there, she is visited by Sostrate, the immortal demi-god from whom she is descended.
As she comes of age, Chloe is changing and developing the gifts unique to her heritage. She discovers a new power she must learn to use and control, as if being a teenager wasn't difficult enough. During this emotionally chaotic time in her life, the community is attacked, her grandfather injured and hunters are killed. After almost losing her only remaining family, Chloe questions whether her continued presence in the community will sacrifice everyone she has come to care about.

**Book 4 in Series**

**BLURB**
In the fourth installment of The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter, Chloe and the other vampire hunters are suffering the aftermath of the vampire attack on their community. Many hunters were injured, and loved ones were murdered. More than that, there is a loss of security and peace since the hunters' safe haven was breached and invaded. Chloe and Drew struggle just to get along and understand each other without Luke there to guide them.
During this period of uncertainty, Chloe and Drew both try to live a normal life as teenagers by going to the New Year's bash, she with Gavin and Drew with Christina, Chloe's recent rival. Chloe is, once again, reminded that nothing is 'normal' in her life any more, when she begin to show signs she's developing supernatural gifts from her father's bloodline, too.
The bash does little to lift her feelings of guilt and responsibility for the attack on the community, because she knows it's her presence there that caused the vampires to attack the hunters. This attack nearly took the life of her only remaining family member from her mother's side. She doesn't want to put anyone else she loves at risk.

So what do you think? Sound intriguing? Maybe you have read it and can share your thoughts with us. Or maybe you are familiar with this author for another reason. Let’s dish and get to know more if we can. And for one of you lucky readers, you will have the chance to try out this awesome series because one of you will win a copy of the first THREE books in the series for your very own.  Yeah ... I said THREE!!!!! So be sure to enter the contest for your chance to win! *waves* And good luck to you all!

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Sunday, July 1, 2012

Review: Uncross Your Heart by Taryn Elliott





Title: Uncross Your Heart
           Ellora’s Cave Moderne Series
Author: Taryn Elliott
Release Date: March 23, 2012
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Category: Contemporary Romance
Type: Kindle









Book Blurb:

Sometimes starting over means facing your greatest fears...

Miranda Lyons is adept at pretending to be someone else, someone without a past. She's able to forget for chunks of time that she comes from a very wealthy, notorious family. She's given up most of the party-girl vices from her old life, including sex. Until Nathan Cross barges into her life...
To all appearances, Nathan Cross is a simple man--devoted to family and friends, committed to his work. But nothing is simple about Nate's feelings for Miranda. Fascination quickly blooms into outright lust, and not just for her body. He wants all of her, even the parts she hides from the world. But Miranda's secrets threaten to drive away the one man capable of both helping her come to terms with her past and supporting a future with a love that's all about truth.

Book Excerpt:

“So, what do you think of the guy on the dance floor?”
Miranda laughed. “You’re joking.” There were a few guys sprinkled in with the feast of females. The one who was trying every dance move since 1980 in the hopes of getting noticed by the college girls was even entertaining. “Do you hate me?”
Max leaned on the bar table and laughed. “Just checking. He’s so totally your husband.”
So they fell into the game that they played when Max did manage to drag her out. “Nope, definitely not him. The guy hanging over the edge at the upper bar is totally my dream date.”
Max ducked his head and laughed. “Good God, his shirt doesn’t even cover his gut.”
“I’m tellin’ ya. He’s already broken in. No expectations.” She finished her glass and found another at her elbow. Too amused to question it, she took a sip. Her eyes stalled a few times at the bar. A simple cotton button-down shirt clung to a pair of impressive shoulders, but it was the forearms she kept staring at. Muscles flexed lightly as he cupped a mug of dark beer. He was tall and lean, tanned lightly—not the leathery, raisin skin of some of the surfers, but just right.
The two men he was with were attractive in their own right. The shorter one looked like a misplaced puppy the way his head kept snapping around as if he just missed something, and the lanky one held a bored expression that spoke too much of the men she’d run with in her L.A. days. The tats that twisted around his forearms and biceps gave her a moment’s pause. Ink was, and always would be, sexy.
She and Max laughed over half a dozen men in the room, from the hang-ten set to the slick, suited-up kind trying to look cool instead of desperate. Something started to hum deep inside her as the DJ’s beat pushed at her. She’d avoided the club scene since she’d landed in San Francisco nearly four years ago.
Restless, part of her wanted to go out on the dance floor and show the wannabes how to tease and lure, how to own the men and leave them wanting. Power was as addicting as any drug sold on the market, and she’d tried it all. In Los Angeles, there was an undertone of slick danger that was missing here.
A shimmer of memory tugged at impulses she’d buried under work and a life that included people who actually cared about her. Impulses that kept dragging her eyes back to Mr. Forearms. At the moment, his battered jeans, tight across the thighs, were the highlight of her current perusal.
“And how did I not notice him?”
“Who?” Miranda averted her gaze, focusing on anything but him.
“The one you’re staring at.” Max leaned in, draping an arm around her shoulder.
“You’re imagining things. I was looking at Mr. Blue-tipped Mohawk.” She forced herself to relax and pushed her reactions down where they belonged.
“He was next to a blonde, right?”
“Right.” She sipped her wine.
“Wrong, the mohawk guy is on the other end of the bar. You’re totally looking at tall, dark and rumpled in the middle of the bar with his married friend and…brother, I think. He’s straight and,” Max’s grin widened to a full-fledged smile, “he’s totally checking you out.”
Miranda’s heart kicked.
Go, take—he’s waiting for you.
Her fingers tightened on the stem of her glass. “He’s looking at the hot little co-ed at the next table.”
“No, he’s looking at the hot redhead sitting next to me.” He moved closer. “Yup, he just shot the death ray at me. Should I kiss you so he’ll come over here and punch me out?” Max brushed his lips along her cheek.
The roll of heat gathered at the base of her spine and surged up. Not because of Max, but that there was someone watching, someone wanting her. That he was a mile of delicious was a bonus. Overwhelming and dangerous, the edges of want licked at her, reminding her how good it felt to lure a man in. Once upon a time she’d been the most desirable woman in the room. Not because she was the most beautiful, but because she was powerful. One word from her could kill an A-list position.
“I bet his shoulders get even bigger when he’s all macho—”
She lifted her shoulders to get him to stop breathing on her neck and let the ghosts of her past roll off at the same time. “Get off me, Max.”
Good-natured as ever, he didn’t pick up on her personal demon that was dying for freedom. Of course, why would he? For Max this was all in good fun. He didn’t know what she’d been.
“Go over there and ask him to dance.”
“Hell no.” Miranda gulped down the last of her wine. Too bad the hunger wasn’t as easy to get rid of. “Hour’s up, time to go.”
“Oh no.” Max closed his hand over hers. “We can go after you go ask the surfer to dance.”
“He’s not tan enough to be a surfer,” she muttered.
“Aha! You have been looking at him!”
“Max,” she whispered the warning, praying that he’d catch on. Max in focus was as lethal as his camera. “Keep your voice down.”
“I’m just going to get louder,” he said in a voice just under a shout. “God, look at those shoulders and that messy, delicious mop of dark hair. Imagine all of that on your pillow the next morning? Regrets are a lot easier to swallow when they’re pretty.”
The burn bloomed and the hum returned. Imagining him tangled in her sheets was a little too easy. “No. He’s attractive, but I’m not picturing him naked.” She wished for another hit of wine as Mr. Forearms drilled his hand into his pocket, tugging his jeans low enough that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the hint of pale skin and trail of dark hair that disappeared into the well-worn denim leaving a notched V at his hip His shirttails raised a little as he lifted his beer to his lips.
She swallowed with him, imagining the dark brew heavy on her tongue. Just one lick of his skin. Just one hit of that foamy taste.
The whisper of want pulsed like the beat piping through the walls and the floor.
“Go on. We’re not leaving until you talk to him.”
“You seem to forget you can’t order me around, Max.” She tore her gaze away from Mr. Forearms and focused on her friend. “I’m your boss.”
“Until close of business, you’re my boss. Right now?” He shoved her forward. “Now, I’m the kick in the ass you need. Just a dance, Miranda. You don’t even have to tell him your name.”
That’s right, MJ, just a dance.
She closed her eyes against the voice sneaking out through the haze of too much wine and way too many neglected hormones. It had been so long since she’d had a man touch her. And dancing was the safest sex on the earth. She could call the shots and at worst he’d bitch to his friend that he’d danced with a tease.
“After I dance with him, we’re out of here and you don’t get to guilt me into going out for at least six months.”
The self-satisfied smirk nearly got slapped off, but then she’d hear him whine for each one of those six months.
Just one dance.
She headed toward Mr. Forearms, lifting her chin and rolling her hips as she got closer to him. He’d put his beer down. His dark brows snapped together over eyes that were a clear and perfect gray. She hooked her fingers around the wrist of the hand buried in his pocket and drew him away from the bar. “Dance with me.”
The familiar thrill of control and awareness made her fingertips tingle within his large palm. His friend made a few off-color remarks, but as soon as she got in Mr. Forearms’ space nothing else mattered. The beat swallowed her—owned her.
He didn’t speak and that was perfect. She drew him into the middle of the dance floor as the music swelled into a tribal beat showcasing a woman with a watery voice that dripped sex. The click of his jaw only heightened her buzz. His mouth was soft and full, such a contrast to the ridge of his brow and sharp angles of his cheekbones.
“Don’t you—”
She shook her head. “No names.”
His frown deepened, and again she was okay with that. He had a purpose. She turned, backing into him until the heat of his body and the music drowned out caution. She wasn’t sure if the whispery voice and extended mix was helping her or hindering her until his hands gripped her hips, easing her back against his jeans. Big. All she could focus on was how big and warm he felt.
His fingertips tightened over the silk of her skirt, digging until he caught the sway of her hips. She raised her arms, brushed his shoulders with the backs of her hands, at once overwhelmed and at ease with him so close to her. He was lean and muscled under the layers of cotton and denim. Her shoulders rested against his chest and the licks of awareness were definitely not one-sided.
The air shimmered with the moment, the beat and the perfect alignment of bodies. His hair was thick and soft against his neck, just long enough to twist her fingers into. All it would take was one tug to pull him down closer, but she resisted.
Instinct and memory heightened the moment, lengthened the tease. Delicious as the Latin undertones of the song and the light, breathy voice that promised fantasy and a world of pleasure, they moved as one.
She drew his hand up her hip and over her belly where her tunic lifted. His hand was rough and calloused, spanning her entire torso. Gentle but not hesitant, his fingertips possessed the expanse of skin. The rumble of a moan transferred through her back and chased the ball of lust up and out of its box.
His thigh slid between hers and she undulated against him as the song changed and the beat increased. Her thighs dripped with sweat and her own excitement. Blood surged until the music climbed inside the empty spaces. Her breath came faster as he drew her back until there was no space between them. He leaned down into her, his cheek pressed against her temple. The citrus scent of him wrapped around her.
The music drove them harder. The room drifted away as he moved her hair aside and his breath hit just behind her ear. Her nipples ached for a touch. Him, her, it didn’t matter.
Take.
Thick and silky, his hair sifted through her fingers as she pulled him even lower. She undulated against him, feeling his jeans tighten and the head of his cock pressed into her lower spine. When his lips brushed her neck, she reacted instantly.
She spun around, grabbing the front of his shirt tight enough that the buttons dug into her palm. Her knuckles grazed over a ribbed white tank pulled snug over a chest that was anything but soft. His stormy gaze met hers a moment before he invaded her space, lining them up for a kiss.
That’s it, take. Swallow him whole. He’ll like it.
He hovered, looking for permission. Every part of her wanted to lift up into that first meeting of mouths. The mindless pleasure she’d find in him was there for the taking. Her panties passed damp and went right into drenched the moment he’d touched her.
And that’s why she stopped.
The song cooperated with her. She peeled her fingers off his shirt, smoothing it down even as temptation urged her to flick each button open instead.
Take.
The long-ago voice was insistent and scared her enough that she could barely breathe. “Thanks for the dance,” she said with a throaty purr. No. Her lungs burned and the sensual haze dissipated. She didn’t sound like that. MJ’s sex kitten voice had no business in her life. His eyes widened as she took another step back.
He reached for her hand, but she turned away. His voice barely registered over the Lady Gaga song that turned the dance floor into a jumble of bodies. Praying her knees really weren’t made of water, she didn’t even bother to look toward Max as she left the bar. Instead she focused on sucking in cool air and quickly crossing the street toward Max’s car.

Dialogue Highlight:


Stifling a sigh, she scanned the room to entertain herself.
The businesswoman looking over her shoulder as she slid into the erotica section caused a quick grin. Then there was a spiky-haired teen at the comic book and manga aisles flipping through the spinners, an armful causing him to list to the left a little.
Her interest piqued at the span of shoulders that flashed from the shelves along the back of the store. A battered, brown messenger bag bumped his hip, thick-soled motorcycle boots peeked around the end of the aisle followed by navy pants that had the starched look of a working man. Her gaze slid up, enjoying the long line of leg and soft sweater hugging his midsection.
Something about watching someone unaware always gave her a little spurt of pleasure. The hand resting on the bag had long fingers with blunt ends. Man hands. She pushed up her glasses as her belly fluttered. She was in bad shape if staring at some stranger was getting her all hot and bothered. She hadn’t even seen his—
Gray eyes met hers and her mouth dropped open. She quickly swung her gaze back to Jayne as she wrapped up her lecture. The questions buzzed with the baker’s dozen of females in the room. Each had a story, of course.
She would not look back there again. She laughed with the rest of the women, trying to pay attention to their chatter.
What was he doing there?
She slowly let her gaze fall to the back again, but he was gone.
Dammit.
She shook her head and turned back to her group. She was seeing things. She was just putting a face to the stranger, that’s all. It wasn’t her dance partner-delivery guy. She was still mortified by that, thank you very much.
“If you don’t recognize me this time, Ms. Woods, I’m taking you to the optometrist.”
Miranda stiffened at the voice behind her. She twisted around in her chair, looking down at the café from her slightly elevated perch on the book floor. His long, rugged frame was sprawled out on the too-small chair. A large hand swallowed his mug as his lazy, hooded gaze traveled over her body. His face had gone to scruffy, accentuating his long neck and an Adam’s apple that made her mouth go dry. The V-neck of his sweater showed a smooth notch of skin that teased at her memories of their dance.
Saying nothing, she turned back around and ignored him. If she pretended he wasn’t there, he’d eventually give up. Stuffing her foot back into her shoe, she gathered her untouched notebook and pens, tucking them into her purse.
“Miranda?”
She smiled at Jayne, “Hey, great topic tonight.”
“Right.” Jayne crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t think you heard a word I said tonight, darlin’.”
She sighed. “I’m sorry, I’ve been a little distracted.”
Jayne peeked over her shoulder and waggled her fingers at the delivery guy. “I’d be distracted if he was trying to get my attention too.”
Rolling her eyes, she glanced back and saw him in the same spot, with the same sleepy look in his eyes. “He’s not trying to get my—”
“Yes he is,” Delivery Guy called out.
She pressed her lips together. “I’ll see you next week?”
Jayne smirked. “Sure, Miranda.” She reached for her briefcase. “But if you’re smart, you’ll have plans next Friday instead of trying to sit through Debbie’s lesson about beefing up your online profile to get more hits on Facebook and other lessons on social networking.”
“You’re kidding.” Miranda’s hands went limp on the table.
“I wish I was.” Jayne waved and winked at her delivery guy. “See ya.”
Sighing, Miranda turned around again and leaned on the railing that sectioned off the two parts of the bookstore. “Are you stalking me, Dance Guy?”
He stood up. “Nate.” He looped his bag over his head and stuffed it behind his back. “I’m your FedEx guy too, Ms. Woods.” He grinned. “But you knew that.”
“I did,” she said simply. No use hiding it now. She didn’t lie very well anymore. She was sorely out of practice. “Tell me, Nate,” she emphasized his name, “just why are you here?”
His chin was lifted to meet her gaze, which only showed off his ridiculously chiseled jawline. Who the hell looked that good all over for God’s sake? “Funny thing happened at Casey’s today.”
She blinked. “Casey’s?”
“Yeah, you know the little place on—”
“Everyone knows Casey’s, Nate,” she huffed.
“Well, Miranda,” he used the same emphasis, “did you know your coworker, Max, was going to be there for dinner?”
Miranda’s heart sank. Yeah, she knew that. Max and Will called Friday night their carb night and went to get their fill from Casey’s or Fertelli’s. “Did Max put you up to this?”
Nate held up a finger and rounded the tables within the café area, took the two steps that led to the reading area as one and met her at the table. A few of the girls who lingered simply stared, giggled or blatantly purred in his general direction. Miranda groaned. Man, she was never going to live this down.
He towered over her, his well-worn boots giving him yet another inch on her as his shoulders seemed to block her in against the railing. She fought the urge to escape, or at the very least push him out of the way. He was big in a way that made her uncomfortable and aware all at the same time. She didn’t want to be aware, dammit. “Look, Nate, if Max gave you some sort of indication that I was interested in anything other than that dance we shared, then he’s mistaken.”
He leaned into her space. “Today was the second time you nearly snacked on me with your eyes from across a room.” He paused a beat, angling his chin up, challenge in his eyes. “If I’m not wearing my uniform, of course.”
Miranda fought a wince. She couldn’t deny that one. His eyes were a stony gray under the black slash of dark brows and they weren’t happy. “Look, it wasn’t on purpose.” She lifted her shoulders in a shrug.
One of his brows arched. “So you’re rude by nature?”
“Not on purpose!” She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. “I don’t know, I’m just getting the package and moving on. It’s nothing personal, you’re just—”
He tipped his head to the side. “The delivery guy?”
She could feel her cheeks flaming. “It’s not personal,” she said stubbornly.
“I’m not sure if I should be offended or relieved.”
“Go with the good one,” she said, bending her lips in what could pass for a smile. Man, she didn’t want to keep him interested in her, but she couldn’t be rude to his face now that he was a flesh-and-blood person.
He tucked his thumb into his belt. “Miranda, do you know how long I’ve been delivering to your place?”
Her stomach did a slow turn at the way he said her name. His voice was a throwback to the DJ era. It had this extra purr to it that made her think of tangled sheets and lots of red wine. God, that wasn’t good.
Fuck the red wine, go with tequila.
That long-ago voice in her head chilled her right down to the marrow. She cleared her throat. “I’m going to say awhile.”
“Three years, give or take a few months.”
“Hell,” she muttered.
“Know how many times I talked to your dog and called her by name?”
She winced, full on this time. “All right, all right, I know I’m a shit, Nate.” She picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder. “Happy now? Yes, nasty Miranda ignores the blue-collar boy but secretly finds him really hot from across the room when he’s in a sweater or button-down plaid shirt. Let me go open my laptop and write the romance novel when I get home.”
His eyes deepened, drawing her in. “Skip the romance novel and meet me at The Gryphon at eleven o’clock.”

Review:

Well, let’s just say that I now know why Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott are critique partners. I don’t think it is possible to like one without liking the other. *nods* Luckily for me, my review of Ms. Quinn’s book, turned into an opportunity to review Ms. Elliott’s book. I can honestly say to the readers out there that if you find one of these authors enjoyable and have yet to read the other, you are pretty much guaranteed an enjoyable read. That said, let’s get on with the review.

Miranda is basically Paris Hilton … or she was. She lived dangerously and partied harder all for the attention she was missing out on from her less than ideal family life. But eventually she gets a wake up call and goes to ground as another person altogether. Having lived the crazy life, she turns her back on everything related to fun that could potentially tempt her wild side and dives deep into her work, creating a web design business on the verge of success. The only problem with ignoring life around you is that you do eventually miss out and Miranda has failed to notice her hawt FedEx delivery guy for the last three years. Oh yeah ~ I said THREE years!

Nate has been lusting after Miranda forEVAH and goes so far as to rearrange his delivery schedule so that he ends his day with her. So when she unexpectedly shows up at a club he is at and dances with him, he damn near looses his mind ~ so much so that she walks away from him without him being able to form a coherent sentence. And when her friends tip him off to her whereabouts a few days later, he pounces on the chance to see her again. But Miranda’s past has caused her to erect shields of protection in places even she doesn’t realize exist and it is up to Nathan to show her that having a life doesn’t mean that she will revert back to her darker days. Their attraction is instantaneous and Nathan’s ability to get to Miranda scares the crap out of her. As her craving for him grows, she does the only thing she knows how to do … retreat into herself and close off from Nate. But at some point being shut down and shut out can only be taken so many times and Nathan may be at the end of his limit after realizing that everything he thought they shared together may well have been based entirely on lies.

I think that the best way to describe this story is to say that it is the most uncomplicated, complex story I have ever read. Now that makes sense to me, but I am not sure that it will to all of you. Basically what I mean is that the story is easily understandable and the plot is relatively simple, but the characters are complex. Miranda more so than Nathan. The story could easily have been cut into a quick novella, but instead, Ms. Elliott thought out the characters and executed a terrific story. What I enjoyed the most is that Miranda and Nate switch roles from the traditional girl goes swoon over guy and guy struggles with forever. Nate knows what he wants and has to convince Miranda that they have hope for a future. Not to mention the HEA wasn’t spoon-fed. I always enjoy the characters having to work for their happiness a bit before attaining it.

I thought I saw that this story was the first in a series of four. But I haven’t been able to locate the site where it said such. I can only hope that it is true because the secondary characters can sure use stories of their own. Leo for one I am crazy curious about; especially after his little bomb drop about everyone having secrets. I know that Nathan’s brother, Noah, definitely needs his own story. And Macy seems to have a lot to say which could easily morph into her own story. It will be interesting to see if I am right. Until then, I highly recommend this story. The character interaction is fresh and witty, not just with the main characters, but with the secondary characters who enhance the story tremendously. And the electricity between Nate and Miranda practically crackles off of the pages. For an enjoyable read that you will not regret passing time with and characters that quickly draw you in, tossed liberally with exciting intimacy, UNCROSS YOUR HEART is a must read.  

(EBook copy provided by author for review.)