Angie J's Review:
We were asked by the author to review this novel and give a truthful review.
TRUTH: This book was amazing!! TRUTH: I read 85 % of this book in 1 days because I couldn't put it down! TRUTH: I cannot wait for more books for this series. TRUTH: I cannot wait for more books from this author. TRUTH: This author may become an auto buy for me!!!
OK so I guess you get the picture that I liked...strike that...loved this book. I loved how the Australian author used Aussie words and teased the American versions of the book. I loved the uber hawt alpha males Noah and Flynn. I loved Chloe and her fear of this type of relationship and fear of losing independence because she had ZERO clue about menage/BDSM lifestyle. I think the author did a great job breaking down the truth to having and living a menage/BDSM relationship. We, the readers, were along for the ride in Chloe's self discovery to this lifestyle and major life change that goes with it.
The other plots to the story were "secrets" all the 3 characters were dealing with internal. Chloe feared she had killed someone. Flynn feared he also killed someone and let his family down. Noah feared his inheritance. You see all these people work together to try and deal with the emotions but finding that being together, as a family, was the only way it would work. I loved the plot of Chloe's insane in the membrane step brother Trent. Let me tell you, I was SHOCKED at the showdown they had with him at the end of the novel....well crafted there madam Fiona!!!
PG Book Clip:
Hang on. Had she missed something? She glanced at the meals in front of Noah and Flynn.
“You have your orders already?” She studied two plates piled high with eggs, bacon, sausage, grilled tomato, and toast.
Ryan’s soft chuckle snagged her attention. He slid the paper further away from Chloe, making way for a small jar with no label, its contents nearly black in color. “Guys, if I didn’t have a kitchen to run, I’d stay around to watch how this turns out. I reckon Chloe might give you a run for your money.” With that, he turned, leaving his two friends to face her on their own.
Noah sprinkled pepper over his eggs, his moves unhurried. “Ryan knows our usual order. And before you ask how he guessed we’d be stopping by, we’d arranged for him to ring us when you came in this morning.”
“You planned this?” Shock and, if she was honest, excitement filled her, warring with her constant need for distance.
“Right.” Noah scooped some egg onto his fork, then lifted his gaze to hers. “We’re a couple of stubborn bastards, Chloe. Best you know that from the start.”
“We plan to wear down your resistance one way or another.” Flynn nodded before taking a bite of his bacon.
“Well, in the interests of full disclosure, maybe you can tell me how many people in town you’re going to involve in whatever scheme you’ve devised to get me on a date.”
Noah lowered his knife and fork and captured her left hand in both of his. He turned her hand over, exposing the soft cushion of her palm. His finger circled her sensitive flesh. His touch was firm. He wanted her to feel his strength. Somehow, she found that reassuring even as her pulse went all giddyup.
Flynn traced a finger up her other arm, burning a trail through her sweater. A two-pronged attack. Do. Not. Squirm. What was wrong with her? She should snatch her hand away. Tell them to get lost. Guilt knotted her stomach. She lowered her gaze to her plate.
“Chloe, look at me.”
Noah’s forceful decree sent another rush of moisture straight to her panties. For a second she closed her eyes. She could handle this. They were just two men, not superhuman. She lifted her chin and met his gaze.
“Let’s clarify a couple of things. We don’t have a scheme to date you. We have an absolute commitment to make you our woman.” He ignored her sharp intake of breath. “As for tactics, we’ll use whatever’s necessary, barring anything that would cause you actual physical or mental harm, to achieve our goal. That includes asking a friend to ring us when you’re in his diner for your regular Saturday morning breakfast. You should know we have a lot of friends in this town and we’re not above calling in favors.”
Flynn sipped his coffee and leaned back against the booth. “Luv, I’m guessing you don’t know the motto of the Special Air Services Regiment. It’s ‘Who Dares Wins.’ Never underestimate the thrill of the chase. You can run all over town, but eventually we’ll catch you.”
Chased by these men…these strong, lethal men. And, when they caught her? Her mind whirled with the possibilities. Flynn would hold her against his hard body, her desperate struggle no match for his overwhelming strength. She envisaged Noah walking toward her, his stride slow, deliberate. Wearing a crooked grin, he would run a length of rope through his hand. She would kick out at him, try to gain—
“Chloe?” Noah’s prompt dragged her back with a thud.
Heat scalded her face. She ducked her chin. Was it possible to die from embarrassment?
“Little one, whatever it is that’s got you blushing so pretty, I’d love for you to share it with us.” Noah chuckled when she lifted her head and scowled back at him.
“Not a chance in hell. You don’t need my help to stroke your egos.” She snatched her hand away from his grasp and started in on her rapidly cooling eggs and mushrooms.
“So you were thinking about us, and it made you blush? Well, that’s made my day.” Flynn’s cheeks creased in apparent satisfaction.
“What makes you think you’re both irresistible? You’re not the only men in town.” She lifted her chin a little bit higher.
Precious seconds later, her smirk faltered as Flynn’s gaze turned hard. “If any other man in King’s Bluff gives you cause to blush the way you did just now, he better start running. You on the other hand, will be over my knee as I turn your bottom a sweet shade of pink.”
“Listen, you Neanderthal throwback, who do you—”
Noah pressed two fingers against her lips. Her clit pulsed at the forceful action. She forgot to breathe. It was as if he’d flicked on a switch deep inside.
Gently, he turned her face to his and stroked her jaw with his thumb before dropping his hand back to the table.
“I think what Flynn’s trying to say is we’re both developing feelings toward you. We want to take care of you and keep you safe as we get to know you better,” Noah offered.
“There’s a big difference between protective and possessive, Noah. Either way, I’m an adult who’s managed to take care of herself for quite a few years. Thanks for the offer, but I’ll continue to run my life without your assistance.”
She counted the beats as Noah stared at her long and hard before answering. “Since I don’t want to argue with you, I’ll let that slip go. But rest assured, sweetheart, you’ll be encountering our assistance in the future.”
The burn in her nipple morphed into a sweet throb. Desire shot straight to her core. Her control was slipping away from her, melting in a puddle at their feet. If she gave in now, she’d never be able to walk away.
“No, I can’t. I won’t—Oh. My. God. What’s that?” Pain gripped her other nipple. She looked down. Flynn kneeled in front of her, adjusting something—tweezer-like things with rubber ends—on her nipple. She rocked forward. A tiny bell, hanging from the clamp, tinkled.
Helpless, she watched Flynn lift a second clamp, connected by a chain to the first, to her other nipple, still caught between Noah’s finger and thumb.
“Nooo.” This was so foreign and delicious.
“Breathe and settle. Center you thoughts on your nipple. It’s not hurting anymore, is it? Burning, yes, but not hurting.” Noah’s free hand sank between her wet folds. He pressed against her clit just enough to drive her higher while denying her release.
Again, she let her head fall back against his chest, her eyes closing. He thrust two fingers deep inside her core the moment the sharp bite of the clamp bit down on her remaining nipple. She opened her mouth. No sound escaped.
Never, she’d never felt anything…It had hurt before, but now it went beyond a burn. It was more than she’d ever imagined.
Inside her warmth, Noah swiped his finger in a circle, grazing her sensitive spot. Yes. Right there.
A warm lick caressed her nipple. She jolted. Tinkling sounds filled the air. Their light pings contrasted to the heavy thud of her heart.
“How does it feel, sweetness, having your nipples clamped?” Flynn’s voice drifted over her as he skimmed the back of his fingers over her breasts.
She battled to center her thoughts. “It feels amazing, too much.”
“Poor baby. We’re just warming up.”
She opened her eyes in time to catch Flynn lift the thin sliver of chain connecting the clamps and give it a gentle tug.
An avalanche of sensation sparked from her nipples and ran down straight to her pussy. “I…oh, oh, I can’t—”
Noah lowered his head until his warm breath caressed her ear. “You don’t have permission to speak.” His teeth nipped her lobe.
She moaned at the sharp sting. How could she crave this kind of pain?
Flynn wrapped his hand in her hair and tugged, dragging her gaze up to his. “Do we need to gag you?”
Oh, hell! Her pussy clamped like a vise around Noah’s fingers.
“Flynn, she’s gripping me hard.” He used his head to press hers further into his shoulder as he licked a line up the side of her neck. “Your need for domination goes far deeper than you’ve confessed, doesn’t it, little one? You need to be taken, sometimes rough and hard. You want to scream and struggle and know that no matter what you say or do, you can’t get free.”
At Flynn’s cool gaze, she pressed her lips together. No, they wouldn’t let her speak. Not now, when she teetered on the edge of full capitulation. His denial jacked up her need, becoming even more frantic when Noah withdrew his fingers from her pussy.
Flynn kneeled between her legs. “She’s just confirming what we knew all along. It’s true, isn’t it, Chloe? You love it when you’re taken in hand.” His fingers spread her lips wide. She tensed as his breath fanned over her wetness. Fire raced through her as he licked the tip of her clit. “Weak men don’t attract you.”
“You want them strong, determined.”
“Prepared to wrestle you from your own fears.”
“Take you down, show you who’s in command.”
His mouth closed over her clit, sucking hard. A starburst of pleasure exploded from her clit. She came with such force that her heels knocked against the chest as her legs jerked with each wicked lick and suck from Flynn.
He showed no mercy, his tongue flicking over her swollen bundle of nerves as another orgasm, so quick after the first, shattered what remained of her composure and left her breathless.
“Nothing can hold us back now. Feel how your body reacts to our words. You’re on fire, luv.” Noah’s lips trailed kisses down the side of her face and neck.
They’d left her with nowhere to hide, utterly defenseless. Her hands curled into fists. She crumpled back against Noah. Her eyes widened. Something hard, very hard, was within her reach. A smile pulled at her mouth. She ran a knuckle over the bulge. Maybe she wasn’t so defenseless after all.
“Don’t you dare,” Noah warned.
Hot ribbons of excitement raced along her body. No way was she stopping now.
She rubbed her fist against the denim covering his erection. Noah’s sharp hiss drove her on, her strokes longer and harder. Could she make her hard-ass warrior come in his pants?
Too late, she saw Noah’s hand reach for the chain connecting her clamps.
She squished her eyes closed and panted against the clamp’s spicy bite. “Oh. Oh, Sir.” Breathe.
Noah finally released the chain, letting it thud against her hot skin.
Flynn’s next words had her eyes popping open. “Obviously, we’ve been too gentle.”
“Aaaahh.” She cried out as Flynn slapped her pussy. Tiny waves of bliss rolled outward from her clit, not enough to allow orgasm.
“Silence,” Noah ordered.
Ready to beg, she clamped her jaw tight.
Flynn lifted up a black velvet pouch and pulled out a butt plug, held it up for her to see.
So big. Her back passage clenched in anticipation.
“See this? It’s nearly as big as me. We’re going to get you nice and stretched. Then I’m going to fuck your arse.”
“Right after I slide into that hot, wet pussy,” Noah said.
They wanted to drive her insane. That had to be their plan.
I live in the sunny environs of Sydney, Australia, and share a
house with my dog, Letty. Oh, and the flock of cockatoos that take over the back
yard each afternoon, demanding their feed of Arnott's Milk Arrowroot Biscuits.
Things get a little noisy around 3.00pm in our household.
My love of
romance started back when I was twelve and my mum's stash of Mills and Boon
novels proved too much of a temptation. At fifteen, I decided the life of a
romance writer was for me. Some...ah...years later, I've clawed together enough
gumption to make my dream a reality.
When not sitting in front of the
computer, I can be found in the garden or enthralled watching a murder mystery
DVD. I limit myself to reading other authors' work between writing my own
stories. Books are my "shiny" distractions.