When I was twenty-eight years old, I wrote my own winning lottery ticket. A simple idea thrust me onto the fast track to wealth, and into a world I had only ever dreamt about. I submerged myself in the unfamiliar, a life that seemed all too alluring … until it lost its appeal.
I made my fortune, built my castle, and then exiled myself within its comforts once reality set in.
Far too late, I discovered I was drowning in a sea of hungry sharks. Given the choice to sink or swim, I chose the latter … and it cost me everything.
Devin McIntyre, the most dangerous shark of them all, was the last nail in my naïve coffin. His beautiful smile and amazing cock tainted me in ways I could have never imagined.
I craved him. I needed him. I loved him.
Miserable with the outcome of my prosperity, I set out to change what disgusted me most—the first decision being to rid myself of Devin. Little did I know that taking that first step would make me a slave to a man far more tempting … or that my addiction to Devin would threaten to ruin it all.
If you are not a fan of cursing, erotic and extremely explicit sex, cheating, immoral behavior, dysfunction or sexual scenarios that may make you feel uncomfortable this is not the series for you. FILTHY EROTIC ROMANCE
★★★★ 4 Stars ★★★★
This was my first Angelica Chase book and I immediately fell in love with her writing, and let me tell you, she can write a steamy sex scene like no other!
Nina Scott grew up with not a lot of money, and two parents who often fought about it. Now a millionaire divorcee, she is afraid that she has become the very person she swore she would never be. She is lonely and bitter and unhappy.
“My old life disappeared and my new one doesn’t suit me, either.
I’m not sure where I belong anymore.”
She has recently ended an affair with gruff Devin McIntyre, after learning he was hiding a wife. This doesn’t stop the her being attracted to him though, and finds he is still so very hard to resist.
When she stumbles across a bar one night, she is instantly drawn to the musician on stage, who also happens to be the owner, and when he doesn’t take no for an answer she decides to give him a chance, and they go on a date.
Aiden is nothing like Devin, he is a good man with a naughty mind and unlike Devin he is actually very nice to Nina, which she finds so refreshing. Still, he is very much a mystery and who knows what secrets we are yet to discover.
I really enjoyed it and look forward to the next.
This is part one in a three part novella serial, and ends on an almighty cliffhanger 🙂
ARC gratefully received from the author in exchange for an honest review
“Fucking ride it,” he ordered, digging his fingers into my hips. I took in his lusty gaze as he eyed my bouncing chest. His wavy, dark brown hair glistened with a small amount of moisture from his exertion, sweat trickling down the front of his tuxedo shirt. His dilated pupils were a far cry from the dark blue depths that normally mirrored a stormy deep sea. He licked his full bottom lip as he thrust up hard, making me scream out.
“This is what you wanted,” he chided as he battered me with his cock, pounding it in from underneath me as I whimpered through the intensity of his thrusts. He made use of the leather chair he sat on, using the firm cushion to piston his hips upward and bury his length inside of me. He was beyond a skilled lover, and when Devin wanted to punish you, you damn sure knew it. Feeling him on the brink, I moaned in protest as he pulled out quickly and ordered me to my knees. “Suck me off.” Kneeling in front of him now, I looked up to see him eye me expectantly. Without waiting for me to fully open my mouth, he pushed to the back of my throat as he came in hot spurts, and I choked it down willingly. “So fucking dirty,” he murmured, massaging up and down my throat with his fingertips as his pumping slowed. He pulled out, rubbing the last drop over my lips. “Every drop,” he demanded, pushing his tip back slightly inside my mouth, forcing me to take the last of it in. “Nothing better than you, Nina,” he whispered sweetly, though the words were anything but. The truth was, I hated this beautiful man. I hated that I wanted him so desperately. At one time, he’d meant everything to me. Now I longed for the day I could break free, but I craved him like a drug.
I fed his need for dominance; he fed my inner whore.