Archive | November 16, 2013

Review ~ Uncle Dominic’s Touch (Wickedly Taboo 1) by Jenika Snow

UncleDominicsTouch_B_Front__65526_1308862192_300_450Book Title: Uncle Dominic’s Touch (Wickedly Taboo 1) by Jenika Snow
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Reviewer: crystalnewman51
Heart Rating: 4.5
Flame Rating: 5

Where do we draw the line between love and desire?

Chloe has always loved to spend time at Aunt Clara and her husband’s cottage during the summer. The problem is she loves Uncle Dominic more than a niece should.

With Aunt Clara now out of the picture, Chloe needs to show her uncle just how hot she burns for him, and prove that what they feel for each other is not wrong, no matter what he or anyone else thinks.

Maybe not a conventional relationship, but no one can help who they fall in love with. Even if it is…wickedly taboo.

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Chloe followed him into the house and stopped when she saw Dominic braced against the counter. Back to her, forearms on the tile, he looked like a defeated man. She took those few steps toward him and stopped when she could have touched his back with her fingertips. That’s what she wanted to do, to reach out and stroke her fingers along the chiseled, defined expanse of his back. Would he turn away from her, push her away? She moved closer to him until she could have done just that, but she clenched her hands into fists.
He turned around in the next moment. They stared at each other for a heartbeat, and he reached up to caress her cheek. Leaning into his touch, Chloe closed her eyes and let all the sensations wash through her.
“This isn’t wrong. How can something that feels so good, so right, be wrong?” His hand was still on her cheek and she opened her eyes.
“It’s just wrong, Chloe.” His words were no more than a whisper but he didn’t drop his hand. She moved that last inch that separated them. Her thighs brushed against his. Every part of her body tingled in a way that made her weak and breathless. She lifted her hand and ran her thumb along his full bottom lip. His mouth opened slightly, maybe on its own accord, maybe because he liked the way it felt. Either way, his gaze was transfixed on her and that was all that mattered.
“Chloe.” Her name, a strangled groan from his lips was the last thing she was aware of before he gripped her waist and spun her around. Pressed between him and the counter, Chloe could feel ever muscle in his rock hard body. Her pussy was saturated, and all she wanted to do was tell him, to let him know that she was so ready for him. She couldn’t bring herself to do it though, couldn’t force the words past her lips. She was too afraid.
Her back was to his chest and she could feel the defined length of his stiff erection along the crease of her ass. Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder.
“We really shouldn’t, Chloe.” Although the words were almost a hoarse whisper from his lips, she could hear the raw desire nonetheless.
“Maybe you’re right, but I want to, so bad.” He ran his hand along the sides of her breasts and over her hips. He gripped her tightly and pulled her more fully back against him. As if her ass against his shaft was too much for him, he turned her around and lifted her easily onto the counter.
Her skirt rode up her thighs and the chill of the tile beneath her ass was a shock to her overheated body. They kissed again. His lips slammed down on hers with all the built up passion and desire they both felt.
Chloe spread her legs wider to accommodate his big frame and felt her panties rub along her too swollen pussy lips. Slowly, he ground his cock into her folds, teasing her until the words for him to fuck her was right on the tip of her tongue. He was a skilled kisser, his tongue moving along her lips with such talent she knew fucking him would be intense and powerful.
“Please, please let me feel you inside of me.” She hadn’t meant to say it, to seem so needy, but the words had just come. She didn’t care if she begged for it, didn’t care at this point if she sounded pathetic. Chloe was on the verge of climaxing just from the feel of that jean clad cock pulsing against her body.
Dominic growled against her mouth and quickly went for the button of his jeans. The sound of the button popping free and of the zipper sliding down sent shivers throughout her body. She leaned back, braced her weight on her hands and rested her feet on the counter. Her thighs were spread obscenely wide and the air from the ceiling fan brushed along her sensitive skin.
Dominic took a step back, his gaze between her legs, his fingers still on the zipper of his jeans. She could tell he was having second thoughts, could tell he was trying to talk himself out of it. She wouldn’t have any of that, couldn’t breathe if she didn’t feel his cock buried inside of her. She may be a virgin, but she knew what she wanted.

Crystal’s Review:
I have read several books by this author and I love reading books that other people wouldn’t normally write. I can’t wait to read this whole series.

Chloe has always enjoyed spending time with her uncle Dominic and her aunt Clara. She is always doing what her parents want her to do so she is going to school to be a doctor. When she comes to the cottage that she usually spens every summer at she hears something that changes her life. She finds out that her aunt has been cheating on her husband and she leaves him. Even though there is no blood kin between Chloe and her uncle Dominic, he fights his feelings for her. They both love each other and they both feel differently about what they should do.

I enjoyed how the author took us through years of these two people’s lives. Sometimes you can’t help who you love and it shouldn’t matter about age or anything else that everyone will throw at you. That is what I loved about this book. The author makes me happy to read these stories even though they are short. I would give this book five flames.
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New Release ~ The Twelfth Night Wager ~ Regan Walker

ReganWalker_TheTwelfthNightWager800The Twelfth Night Wager
by Regan Walker
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group



It was a dull day at White’s, the day he agreed to the wager: seduce bed
and walk away from the lovely Lady Leisterfield, all by Twelfth Night. This
holiday season, Christopher St. Ives, Viscount Eustace, planned to give
*himself* a gift.


She was too proper by half—or so was the accusation of her friends, which
was why her father had to find her a husband. But Lord Leisterfield was now
gone a year, and Grace was at last shedding the drab colors of mourning.
The house felt empty, more so during the coming Christmastide, and so
tonight her coming out would begin with a scandalous piece of theater. The
play would attract rogues, or so promised her friend the dowager countess.
It would indeed. The night would bring about the greatest danger—and the
greatest happiness—that Grace had ever known.

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“Love sought is good, but giv’n unsought is better.”

—William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

Chapter 1

London, January 5, 1819

Twelfth Night

It never would have happened if he hadn’t been so terribly bored that night at White’s. Staring into the crackling fire in the parlour on this frosty night and reflecting back on the last several months, Christopher St. Ives, Viscount Eustace, recalled the evening well; the deep leather chair he sat in, the lit cheroot dangling from one hand and a brandy in the other. He had only been half listening as Hugh Redgrave, the very married Marquess of Ormond, droned on about the virtues of the leg-shackled state. Happily married men could be so tiresome. Looking back on it now, it seemed years not months since they’d traded quips in the conversation that led to the wager:

“I say, Ormond, just where are you going with this praise for the wedded state? You know me too well to believe I’m convinced.”

“You might at least consider taking a wife, Eustace. There’s much to be said for the change it would bring about in your otherwise tawdry existence of late. After all, thirty-five is past the age where dissipation wears well, don’t you think?”

Tawdry existence? Dissipation? “Surely you cannot mean those words, Ormond. I’m just after a bit of fun.”

“You go after women like you go after the fox. It’s all in the chase for you.”

“And that is wrong? Just because you have your heir and a spare at thirty-two does not mean I wish to accumulate the same baggage.” At the frown that appeared on Ormond’s face, Christopher, Lord Eustace, hastened to add, “No offense meant toward the beautiful Lady Ormond, whom I admire above all women, but I am not ready for such a change, as my recent indulgences confirm. Besides, I like women and have my own way of handling them, which suits me quite well. I see no reason for change.”

“As far as I can see, your way of ‘handling’ them is not to have one at all.”

“Ho, now that ain’t so, and well you know it! Though, being a gentleman, I’ll not disclose the number ‘had’ even if I could recall. My method, I assure you, works perfectly for me.”

“You have a method?” Ormond asked, incredulous.

“Well, perhaps not a method as you would count it. I seduce ’em, bed ’em and—”

“Leave them. Yes, I know. But not always smiling, I’ve heard.”

Christopher looked up at the chandelier above and back to his friend as he let out a sigh. “Perhaps not, but none complain till the end is in sight. Then, well…I admit things have on occasion become a bit sticky. But they are all willing players in the game.”

“Your way of handling women cannot work with all. You must have failed with some.”

“Quite the contrary, my good man. I’ve succeeded with every lady I’ve gone after.” Christopher held back a grin. He did not lack confidence when it came to his success with women. And a worthy adversary made every game more exciting.

“I would wager there is one you cannot seduce.”

“Ho! Wager? Do I hear a challenge being laid down?” Snuffing out his cheroot, Christopher leaned forward. “Who might this unassailable paragon be?”

Ormond glanced about the sparsely populated club room filled with tables and chairs. Christopher’s eyes followed, noting the small group of men at a round table engaged in muted conversation some distance away. None appeared to be eavesdropping.

Leaning forward, Ormond whispered, “Grace, the Lady Leisterfield.”

Christopher leaned back in his chair and took a sip of brandy. In his mind’s eye he saw a slim blonde in a rather modest gray gown standing next to the elderly Lady Claremont. “Yes, I recall her from the last ball of the Season. The young widow lives like a nun, or so I’ve heard.”

Ormond grinned. “That, old man, is the challenge.”

“She’s in mourning, is she not?”

“Just coming out. And a worthy contender to test your…method.”

“I see.” But did he? Was there more to this than a wager? It was clear Ormond had something in mind, and the marquess could be exceedingly cryptic at times. Still, whatever was behind the challenge, and whatever the stakes, Christopher was drawn by the opportunity, even more by the encouragement, to entice the lovely Lady Leisterfield to his bed.

“I’ve been very impressed with the lady,” his friend continued, “and I would love to see you fail miserably trying to scale her castle walls. I would consider it sweet justice for the fairer sex.” Ormond winked.

Christopher was tempted to decline, still miffed at Ormond’s comment about his tawdry existence. Yet the memory of the beautiful Lady Leisterfield permeated his thoughts. “Perhaps I shall accept your delightful challenge.”

Ormond grinned, then his expression turned serious. “One thing. If you do this, Eustace, you must promise to preserve the lady’s reputation no matter the outcome. That must be part of the challenge, as I would not see a good woman ruined at the end of it.”

“Well, I know of no woman who has suffered overmuch from being associated with me, but I assure you I will be discreet.”

“All right—and so we are clear,” said Ormond. “You must seduce, bed and walk away from the baroness, else I will have won.”

Christopher nodded, wondering all the while if he’d missed something. Ormond always seemed to have an agenda not fully disclosed. With him, much was hidden beneath the surface.

The marquess suggested with a pointed look, “Ninety days should be sufficient; do you agree?”

“We are indeed agreed. And let me add, it will be my pleasure.”

It wasn’t just the thought of bedding the lovely widow that put a grin on Christopher’s face; he was thrilled with the prospect of a real challenge with a virtuous woman. It was a wholly different sport than he normally engaged in, but Lady Leisterfield was a worthy quarry. A challenge indeed. One for which he felt himself uniquely qualified.

“Shall we reduce the wager to the book?” Ormond inquired with a wry smile. “Say, one thousand pounds to make it interesting?”

“Done.” Casting his reservations aside, Christopher set down his empty glass, reached for Ormond’s extended hand and gave it a hearty shake.

And so, that night, Christopher entered the following into White’s book:

Ld Eustace has wagered Ld Ormond 1000 pounds

that by Twelfth Night he can seduce, bed and walk away from a certain lady

understood between them.

Regan's pic for Boroughs Author Bio:

Regan was raised in California and had a career as a lawyer that included
stints in high levels of government, giving her a feel for the demands of
the “Crown” on its subjects. So, not surprisingly, her first novels are all
about a demanding Prince Regent who thinks of his subjects are his private
talent pool. She loves to weave history and real historic figures into her
romances and promises to sweep her readers away to another time and place
to experience adventure as well as love.

Her first novel in the Agents of the Crown trilogy, RACING WITH THE WIND,
was published by Boroughs Publishing Group in 2012, and her second, AGAINST
THE WIND was published in 2013. WIND RAVEN, the third in the trilogy, will
be released in 2014. She is a member of the Beau Monde and San Diego
chapters of Romance Writers of America and lives in San Diego.

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