Ironically, it all starts with a popular book about BDSM. When Angelina Jameson steps into her boss’s office armed with an acid article about ‘Billionaires, BDSM and Blah-blah-blah’, she thinks her career will take off. But her career aspirations drop into second place when she finds herself face to face with her nemesis.
Blade Spencer is the new editor-in-chief of Unabridged—the literary magazine where his ex-lover Angelina works. For three years, since she fled small town Jamestown without a word of explanation, they haven’t heard from one another. Now, when they meet again, the past and all the feelings they once had between them come rushing back, making them realize their love has never died. But can they reconcile their new circumstances and the changes that have occurred during the three years they were apart? Neither is the person the other used to know.
Then there is the faceless shadow who hunts them from the dark, driven by obsession and greed…
*This book contains strong language and explicit descriptions of sex.
I'll tell you I was a little torn on how to rate this book. It wasn't bad but it wasn't great either. At first I thought it was going to be a book bashing a certain other book and I was a little upset that I had agreed to review it. Then I thought it was going to bash a certain group of people and I was a little more upset. I actually almost contacted the tour host and told them I was not even going to finish it. I put it down and did some thinking and decided I would read some more. I ended up finishing it and it turned out to be an ok read. To me it jumped a lot and what I thought was just a few days ended up being a few weeks or even months down the line. There were parts that were slow and I was getting ready to stop reading but then it would almost switch gears and get good but the really good parts would end before I could really get into it. If you are looking for a "realistic" read then this may not be what you want but if you want just a true fiction read that is some what believable and just need a few hours to escape from reality then this is great. There was some funny parts and some sad parts but it says it is a steamy read and I didn't really find it that steamy. Like I said before it was not bad and I am glad that I did finish it because it did get better.
“Choice?” His voice rose as the ambiguous surprise on his
face faded, once he
understood. “You’re talking to me about choices? What choice
did you give me, Angelina? We could have worked it out, but you took it upon yourself to
make my decisions for me without even telling me. You left me like a coward, letting me think
you didn’t love me anymore, letting me drown in misery all these years without a word of
explanation! I didn’t even know if you were still alive!”
His booming shout almost rattled the windows, and made me
“Well, you seemed to have recovered quickly, and enough to
take a wife!” I screamed
back at him, pushing my face close to his. “And I’ll bet
that Allie person wasn’t the only one
you’ve slept with during all this time!”
“Oh, you’re always quick to judge! Have you lived like a nun
since you left me?”
The word vibrated in the abrupt, disbelieving silence.
Next thing I knew, his hand grasped the back of my head and
his mouth came down hard
on mine. His tongue darted deep inside my mouth, forcing my
lips to open, as he yanked me to him in a desperate embrace. It didn’t even occur to me to
protest. On the contrary. I responded to his kiss with the blind surrender I yearned for. I swept his
mouth with my tongue, thrilling in the masculine taste and scent of him. My fingers plowed through
his hair, holding his head in place for our stormy, passionate kiss. Our breaths were shallow
and loud, mingling together like swirling steam. Even though our clothes were still wet, heat
was radiating from our hot bodies.
His hands were everywhere, cupping my face, sliding all over
my body, combing through my damp hair. I trailed my tongue over his jaw, then
descended down the skin of his throat, grazing my teeth greedily over him, intoxicated by the
avalanche of unleashed desire that had gathered up inside me for three years.
I fumbled with the buttons of his clinging wet shirt, then
tore them off impatiently to bare
his chest to my eyes and touch. He was superbly built, even
more gorgeous than I recalled him to be, all subtle muscles delineated by shallow lines that
defined his pectorals and abdomen. His chest was dusted with a perfect amount of dark hair.
I tasted the low sound that vibrated in his chest when my
mouth closed over his nipple
and sucked greedily. When I flicked my tongue over the
other, his fist tightened in my hair and he dragged me back to him, kissing me with increasing
urgency. His hands slipped under my wet T-shirt, cupping my breasts. They fit so right in his palms
and I moaned, overwhelmed by the pleasure of his knowing touch. He slid the T-shirt over my
head and took me in his arms. I pushed my body against his, rubbing my breasts against his
bare chest, frantic to feel his naked body close to mine. His hardness pushed against my middle
and he drew me closer, cupping my bottom with strong hands, as he continued kissing me
He lifted his head and I saw his eyes were smoky with
arousal, just as mine must have
been. His voice sounded rough when he said, “Do you want to
go to the bedroom?”
“No,” I whispered, biting his lower lip and dragging him to
The rug felt soft and cozy beneath my bare back, and I was
thrilled by the feel of Blade’s
weight on top of me. He kissed my mouth, my neck, then
stopped on my breasts, sucking one nipple deep in his mouth, then moving his attention to the
other one. I gasped and struggled with the zipper of his pants. When I folded my fingers around his
steely length, we both stopped breathing for a moment.
“God, I want you so much, Blade! You can’t imagine how I’ve
longed for you all this
time,” I said raggedly.
“Yes, I do. I love you, Angelina,” he whispered raspily.
“You are and always will be my
woman. Sweet and innocent, yet who inspires sin.”
As he looked down at me, his eyes were filled with love and
tenderness, and clouded by
primal lust. He tugged at my shorts and panties, and I
kicked them aside. Then he discarded the rest of his clothes, remaining gloriously naked. I only had
one moment to admire his impressive erection, before he stretched above me. Our bodies fit like
the halves of a two-pieces puzzle. I quivered in response to the nearness of this monument of raw
He sent his tongue deep inside my mouth, just as he slipped
inside me. The throbbing
pressure made me tense. After three years of abstinence on
my side, I think we both relived the loss of my virginity, but this time I was more than ready.
The pain of his penetration was brief, but the pleasure was infinite. I arched my hips up to meet
his, as he rocked against me, inside me. He was hesitant at first, mindful of hurting me, but as
I relaxed under him, his strokes became more powerful, more possessive. He pushed up hard,
until I wrapped my legs around his waist and sank my teeth into his shoulder, shaken by a
brain-melting orgasm. I think I cried out his name, but the pounding of my heart was so loud in my
ears that I couldn’t be sure. When he felt me tensing around him, Blade sank all of
himself into me and came, uttering a low, guttural sound, with his face buried in my
Not long ago, to my surprised delight, somebody described me as being “charming, witty, supremely talented and dangerously fun”. I don’t know how accurate this description is, but I’m curious if the readers will find some of these features reflected in my writing. Speaking of my writing, I must mention that living in Romania – which is considered a projection of the enigmatic and much controversial Shambala, the supposed spiritual center of the Earth – is quite a source of inspiration. I have a native inclination to the occult and paranormal, to mystery and philosophy. The woman in me is a romantic and sensual creature. All these considered, I could describe my writing as being captivating, intriguing, sensual in places and, on the whole, a surreal experience. Enjoy!