Georgia WOWed in this novel. This series is definitely going to be one of these that I will ever remember. These alpha men are TOP book boyfriends for sure. Prepare yourselves ladies, because these men are about to take the book world by storm.
Stout (Oliver) is delicious, and wonderfully broken. I will be the first to admit that I LOVE when a character has faults, he has parts about him that make him real. I feel like Georgia epitomizes this with her male and female characters. They aren't all shiny and perfect and that makes the read that much more real.
Oliver and Adelyn. Definitely a new top couple. When they become neighbors, everything in both their lives change. Neighbors becomes friends who then end up working together. From that point, let the flirting begin...
Some of Oliver's inner thoughts, SWOON! And, well, someone grab me a fan because they are HOT.
If you love a story that gives its charters troubles to work though, but has an eventual BAM moment when they just combust from all the sexual awesomeness, then this book is for you. Okay. In all seriousness though the characters have their past and that is what shapes them to who they are today and how their relationship is going to unfold.
When Oliver starts to move past his demons, he really allows for his true self to show and the chemistry between the characters becomes truly palpable. Throw that together with a story line that keeps you hooked and you have for a read that you don't want to put down. This is one story I wont soon forget.
Fantastic dialogue, well shaped characters and a kick butt story makes for a top read in my book. I expected nothing less.
Any story that can make Borrowing Sugar seem like a hot thing to do, is a story I am HOOKED on. It's a GREAT plan. DO IT!
Oliver Thorn’s POV
Adelyn is highly responsive to my touch. I expected sensitivity since she hasn’t had sex in so long, but she exceeded any and all of my expectations.
Bringing her to orgasm that easily was a beautiful thing. And it won’t be the last time I do it tonight.
“Shit, that was magnificent.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh but it’s only a brief goodbye. I plan to come back. Soon. And hopefully often if she’ll let me.
I crawl up her body, kissing the ivory skin over her stomach, breasts, neck. I’m glad she didn’t turn off the light like so many chicks do. And I’m happy she isn’t hiding her scars from me. I love looking at her; she’s stunning. The most beautiful redhead I’ve ever seen.
She presses her fingers to my lips. “I’ve been looking at this mouth for weeks wondering, fantasizing, about what it would feel like between my legs.”
“I hope I didn’t disappoint.”
She rubs her thumb over my bottom lip. “Not possible.”
Adelyn’s knees are bent, legs apart. Open invitation. My body presses against hers. Nothing between us. It would be so damn easy to forget the condom, enter her, and worry about the consequences later.
But of course that’s not what I do.
I stop and grab one of the condoms off the nightstand. Adelyn strains her neck to see over her tits and bites the end of her index finger as she watches me roll on the latex sheath. Her wide-eyed stare makes my cock even harder. Bigger. I feel like a fucking rock star. “Like what you see, Max?”
“I love what I see but I’d much rather feel it.”
“Good. It wants to feel you too.” I move from kneeling between her legs to pressing my body on top of hers. She parts her legs wide and my cock finds its way to her entrance without any guidance from my hand. No surprise there.
I slide into her easily so I go for the deep plunge. All the way. I love the sound of her gasp-then-moan in my ear.
I feel like I should give her a moment to acclimate to having a dick inside her for the first time in years, but I see it’s unnecessary when she tilts her hips to allow me deeper access.
“Fuck me, Thorn.” She trembles and closes her eyes tightly while biting her bottom lip.
I thought Adelyn would want it slow. Sweet. Gentle. I was prepared to give that to her. But she wants to fuck. Hard.
No complaints here. Can give her that.
I drive into her hard and with total domination. Every stroke deliberate. Fierce.
I move faster and thrust as deeply as her body will allow. Her legs circle my waist but we don’t stay like that long before I grab her thighs and push them back and apart. I move to my knees and sink into her so hard and deep she’ll be reminded all day tomorrow who was here inside her tonight.
She reaches for my arm and pulls, cueing me to lower my upper body. This position feels great for me but I guess it isn’t the best for her.
I heed her cue and lie down on top of her again. Her fingers follow the length of my arm until they find my hand. She grips my wrist and brings my palm to her neck.
It’s an odd position. I have to shift my body so my free arm bears the majority of my weight. No woman wants to be suffocated during sex.
“Don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, baby.” No way I’d stop. Being inside Adelyn Maxwell feels too fucking good.
She puts her hand on top of mine and places them both on her neck. Our eyes lock as I thrust in and out of her. “Squeeze it.”
How do I squeeze her hand when it’s on top of mine? “Huh?”
She repositions my palm around the side of her neck and presses my fingers and hand against her skin. “Hold me down. Own me. Show me I’m yours in this moment.”
I slow my thrusts despite how close I am to getting off. Because I’m confused about what’s happening here.
“Don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”
I look at my hand, and Adelyn’s, wrapped around her throat. And then I gaze into those pleading hazel eyes. “It’s okay, Thorn. I want you to do it. I need you to.”
And it clicks.
Need? No one needs
to be choked. And that’s what she’s asking me to do to her.
I can’t war with myself about this right now. I’m so close to coming. Fuck, I just want . . . to get off. Need it . . . so bad.
I lower my body and press my forehead against Adelyn’s, my hand still wrapped around her throat, as I slide in and out of her. She uses her hand to tighten my hold on her neck. “I want you to own me. Control me.”
I tighten my grip, holding Adelyn in place by her throat, and drive into her as I come harder than I have since . . . ever.
“I’m coming again. So fucking hard.” I feel the vibration of her vocal cords, and it’s a reality check. My hand is wrapped around her lifeline. Squeezing.
I plunge hard one last time and then sink over Adelyn when the condom is filled and I’m completely empty.
Fuck. I’ve never gotten off so hard. Never. But what in the hell just happened?
I lift my face from her shoulder. “What the fuck was that?”
“Our worlds colliding.” Adelyn grasps the back of my head and pulls me down. Her mouth takes complete possession of mine. Until she smiles and it breaks the contact between our lips. “That was sooo good.”
I can’t argue it being good. Hell, it was fucking awesome. But my big hand was wrapped around her small throat. Squeezing. “Max. I was choking you while we fucked.”
Craft beer and the sexy men who brew it.
A beautiful neighbor. A complete stranger. That’s all she was when I moved in next door.
Adelyn Maxwell is my neighbor but she’s no girl next door. The more I come to know her, the more I discover she’s a good girl with a lovely dark side. And maybe I don’t want her to stay on her side of the fence.
I want to disturb the rhythm of her pulse.
I want to see the way her hair spills on the bed when she lies beneath me.
I want her to teach me the dirty pretty things she desires behind closed doors. And she does.
But mostly I want to leave my mark on the most intimate, untouched part of her body. Her heart.
A seemingly insignificant intersection of our lives neither of us recalls suddenly becomes a pivotal moment in our future. We aren’t strangers at all. And our paths aren’t crossing for the first time.
These twists and turns of fate will become one of two things: a wrecking ball to tear us apart or the connection to bond us together forever.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
Representation: All questions regarding subsidiary rights for any of my books, inquiries regarding foreign translation and film rights should be directed to Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich.
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/Georgia-Cates/e/B005RQM69U/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1412959384&sr=8-2-ent