Tasha Skinner finally shed the baggage of a failed marriage. Now, she’s looking forward to a night of margaritas and man-bashing. Tasha’s friends have other plans, including Leather, Lace and liberation.
Dylan Caprese didn’t want to go to Marquee, but he and his friends were on a mission. They took it upon themselves to make sure things didn’t get out of hand when wannabe Doms mixed alcohol with playtime at the monthly Leather and Lace night.
From the moment he set eyes on Tasha, he knew there was something different about her. She wasn’t some bondage babe who thought she knew what it meant to be into BDSM. She was much, much worse; she was innocent and trusting. He can tell she is something precious.
When Tasha’s past threatens to destroy her, Dylan begins to realize that while their paths have never crossed, their lives most definitely have. Will he be able to save her before it’s too late?
My Review: 5 stars
Dylan may have found his Unexpected Angel in Tasha but he is....well, he just turns my brain to mush and melts me into a puddle. I did receive this as an ARC and I got to read parts before it was even finished and I knew in the first few pages I was going to be watching for it because I had to support this new author and buy this one for my own.
Tasha was a sweet character that had put up with a lot of crap from her ex husband and was finally free of him. What women wouldn't want to go celebrate with some friends and if she meets a sexy, lickable man that is just a bonus. Dylan is a sexy, strong, possessive man who will protect whatever is his, even if that means protecting "just" a friend.
I was wrapped up in this in just the first few paragraphs really. It was so great! I know you hear that a lot and you wonder if it is really that good or if it is just to sell the book. Well this was amazing, wonderful, I could go on because I have yet to come up with one word that comes close to describing how great it really was. The characters are fun and caring well, except for maybe Holly who is Tasha’s “best friend” . She is a little screwed up but when you read it you will see why. Dylan, Zeke and Tommy are described a little scary but they are just a bunch of big teddybears that you want to just cuddle up with and let them protect you from all the bad in the world. By the time you are through with the book you can see and feel how close they are and although they may not be blood related they are a family. Sloan had a way with her words and descriptions that made me feel safe just by cuddling with my kindle and holding it. I kinda had a little crush on Zeke too. He was just so sweet and the bond that he has with Tasha just came so natural and set you at ease. Then some of the scenes I think I actually saw smoke coming from my kindle they were so HOT! I loved that there was actually a story to this and not just abunch of sex. Don’t get me wrong I love the sex parts but it was just great to have a real story to go along with it and it not just be the BDSM shoved down your throat. Sloan explained things through Dylan’s words and I felt like I was Tasha a little learning that it was not all just “kinky fuckery”. It was just very easy to connect to Tasha with the feel of the book. Dylan is definitely a new favorite book boyfriend only boy does not go with him maybe a book MANfriend I don't know but just thinking about him makes me happy. Not to mention that gorgeous sweet cover model/muse Sloan has. Dylan is the one and only Alfie Gordillo (https://www.facebook.com/AlfieGabrielGordillo).
Great job on the debut Sloan Johnson, and best of luck with the rest of the series. Can not wait to read more from you.
I had no intention of coming out tonight. This entire week has sucked and I really just wanted to chill at home. Unfortunately, I had already committed to being here, so I’m kind of stuck. To top it off, most of our group bailed early, wanting to head over to the diner for a bite to eat since it didn’t look like there would be as many depraved freaks showing up as there were other nights. I can only hope the cooler weather means less of a crowd for a few months.
Just about the time I am ready to bail, I see an adorable blonde with killer legs waiting in line all by herself. That’s enough to catch my attention, but when I see her looking around as if she is lost, I start to get concerned. I fucking hate Leather & Lace night. It’s the night all the perverts come out to play. Yes, I’m fully aware that I would be considered one of those pervs by many people, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Me? I’m here to protect girls like her from the freaks who only think they’re anything like me.
After warning the new girl to be careful, I head inside. I could tell I was making her uncomfortable as it was and didn’t want her to pull a can of pepper spray out of her pocket or anything. If it were up to me, I would have attached myself to her side. It would be fun to teach her what the lifestyle is really like.
“Dylan, where the fuck you been?” Zeke asks when I finally manage to snake my way through the swarm of sweaty, gyrating punks.
“Had to go out for a smoke. Any problems in here?” I pick up my glass of water, wishing it wasn’t my night to keep my eyes open. If I have to be here, I’d much rather be having a drink to unwind from all the crap that went down over the past few days.
Zeke shakes his head. “Nope, but it’s still early. I know it brings people in, but I really wish they’d shut down the back room.”
“You know Vic won’t do that,” I snarl. We have tried talking to the owner of the club several times about shutting down the playroom. Let the posers have their leather, their lace, their dancing and whatever else, but a BDSM playroom has no place being in close proximity to alcohol. I sometimes wonder how many people wake up the next morning with welts wondering who attacked them. It’s a joke, really, to see what passes in places like this. “It’s his biggest night of the month most of the time. If he took away their chance to lose their inhibitions and let someone whip the shit out of them, no one would buy.”
“Doesn’t make it right,” Zeke grumbles, slumping against the bar with his own water. His eyes catch someone walking through the bar. “Holy angel of fuckdom!”
“Fuckdom? Really, Z?” I turn my head to see what, or who, making my friend and business partner make up words like a lame frat boy. As soon as I catch a glimpse of glowing white fabric out of the corner of my eye, I know exactly who he is talking about. Okay, ‘fuckdom’ is still a totally ridiculous word, but I can understand not finding the word he wants to use to describe her. “That’s Betsy. You stay away from her, Z. Stay away, but keep your eyes peeled, too. She’s fresh meat and I’m sure her outfit gives that away to the freak squad.”
“You know her?” Zeke looks at me, obviously impressed that I know the heavenly beauty in a sea of demons. “Fuck man, how’d you get so lucky?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Remember how you kept on me to quit smoking when you did? Let’s just say I’ve never been happier that I didn’t listen to you.” I slap him on the back as I set my empty pint glass on the bar. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a damsel to go rescue.”
“Tying her up and taking her home isn’t rescuing, that’s kidnapping,” Zeke calls out as I twist and turn my way back across the dance floor. One of these times, someone is going to take the shit he says seriously. I am going to be in deep fucking trouble when that happens.
Sloan is a Midwestern mom who began writing nearly seven years ago as a way to make money while staying home with her daughter. Now, with two kids in tow and having written more articles on how to assemble various pieces of furniture than she can count, she is reaching to make her dreams come true.