*** Mature Content; Strong Language; Strong Sexual Content with m/f, m/f/m, and a taste of f/f/m***
She
was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Pure class. Old money. I
never stood a chance... until she broke up with her dickhead of a
boyfriend and went off the rails.
Brannon
Forrester doesn't expect much from life. He coasts through aimlessly.
No real ties. Nothing to hold him back. Hanging out with his best
friend, lead singer of a local bar band, he lives for pleasure, out of
the spotlight but with all the excess of the band's small-town fame.
After all, why should he be good when the only woman he really wants
will never give him the time of day?
Then,
one night at an after party, Sophie Buchanan walks through the door. In
an attempt to throw caution to the wind and dream out loud, she looks
to him as a guide to the wild side. As someone who can show her all the
excitement and recklessness her world has been missing. He plunges her
into a reality of fervent passion... and heartbreaking betrayal.
Their
roles have been set. He has only ever been a good time. She has only
ever been a pretty face. It would be insane for them to fall in love.
But when emotion complicates lust, can the caution of the mind suppress
the will of the heart?
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Excerpt:
I
think it was the shirt that sealed the deal that night. It seemed to
get me laid more often than not, really. Big white block letters that
said “Orgasm Donor” across the black fabric that, to be quite honest,
was maybe a size too small. Fortunately, I was six feet three inches and
had the muscular bulk to carry it off.
I
leaned against the counter that separated the open kitchen from the
great room. The house was pretty massive, but when you had four guys and
a shit ton of equipment to keep handy, you needed a pretty big place.
Not very clean, though, which you’d expect considering the band members
that lived here. More of a party spot, a place to sleep off the raucous
lifestyle. And it was my home away from home when the confines of my
own mediocre apartment started feeling a little cramped.
It
had been a long week at the garage, difficulty in finding parts, people
not wanting to pay their bills, all kinds of shit. My grampa had left
me the business that had supported his family for fifty years. Back when
I was a teenager, I’d spent enough time with him to know the headache
that it entailed, but this week had just really sucked. Maybe he should
have left it to my sister. She was the steady one, the responsible one. I
was, well… not.
I was only twenty-four, for fucks sake.
So
I scanned the room to see who might be willing to slip away and
entertain me for the evening. I needed to lose myself. I was pissy and
tired, which meant I needed to fight or fuck, and fucking would hurt
less in the morning.
Laura
was eyeing me from across the room. She wasn’t too bad the first time,
but I was a little concerned that she might start getting clingy if I
gave her much encouragement. I couldn’t deal with clingy. It was hard to
be fun when faced with clingy, and I kinda liked being fun. I didn’t
want to be an asshole, but sometimes asshole was the only language
clingy could understand.
Looking
on through the crowd, it occurred to me that Pauline looked pretty hot
tonight. And, bonus, she was a bit more laid back about things. I’d
actually done her a couple times, and she was far from clingy, mostly
because she sort of seemed to like variety. She’d also done Denny,
Justin, Cody, and Drew.
And Maggie.
One
night, she did Drew and Maggie… together. From what Drew told me, that
was kinda how he and Maggie hooked up in the first place. I took a swig
of my beer wondering if I was up for her tonight. She was quite
adventurous. But then Justin sidled up beside her and proceeded to start
sucking at her neck.
I’d
shared with Justin once before. Sadly, I barely remembered the girl,
which sort of made me feel shitty, but I had been really drunk. I’d just
finished off just over half of a bottle of Jack. And it had been dark.
The whole experience was a bit of a haze. Not one I was sure I wanted to
repeat.
I
scoped out the room a bit more. As big as the place was, it was damn
near wall-to-wall, and people were still showing up. I saw Lily walk in
and considered her for a second. I’d never had her. Cody had, and he
seemed to think she was worth another round sometime. She turned back to
the door, still open behind her, and motioned for someone to follow
her. And then, she walked in.
Sophie fucking Buchanan.
What in the actual fuck was she doing here?
For
a second, I thought I was seeing things. Not only was she here, at a
band party, but that preppie dickhead boyfriend wasn’t with her. She
looked different. Way different. My first thought was that Lily had
likely given her a slutty makeover. Thick black eyeliner, ruby red lips,
her blonde hair wild and full and falling in luscious waves around her
bare shoulders with bright streaks of pink and purple and blue. Her
little strappy shirt displayed the top curves of her breasts and ended
just above an incredibly short, tight skirt. A skirt that ended a few
good inches above some killer thigh-high boots.
Boldly
holding Sophie’s gaze as she locked onto mine, I did the whole smolder
thing that generally made panties drop all over town. Her head tilted a
bit to the side and, even from a distance, I could see a flush color her
cheeks. I could see her breath catch.
She
glanced down at my shirt, and for just a moment, her eyes showed a
faint hint of shock. She quickly schooled her features, though, masking
her expression as Lily murmured something into her ear. Sophie looked
over at her pensively, then glanced back in my direction. Lily told her
something else which made Sophie shake her head ever so slightly. Then
she took a deep breath, grazed her tongue across her lips, and left Lily
to weave her way through the crowd.
Towards me.
And I felt a huge surge of blood rush right to my junk.
The
closer she got, the harder I got. I’d only ever seen her from a
distance, and she was way hotter than I’d thought, even under the thick
make-up. I could imagine her plump lips wrapped around my cock. My mouth
watered to taste the smooth, buttery skin of those spectacular tits. As
she stepped up to me, I realized that her eyes were almost a deep
blue-green, not the baby-blue I’d imagined, and I wondered how they’d
look all heavy with lust as she rode me to exhaustion. The tousled
blonde of her hair framed her heart-shaped face, the multicolored
streaks grazing the opalescent bare skin of her shoulders.
She
stepped up to me and glanced pointedly back down at my shirt. I
prepared myself for a scathing comment. Every time I’d seen her before,
she simply oozed class. Money. Style. High society, and, once again, I
could only wonder what the fuck she was doing here.
I
coolly took a sip of my beer, tipping the bottle back between my thumb
and forefinger, and waited for her to talk. Lowering the bottle, I
offered it to her. A dare. A test. She hesitated just a second before
taking it and, not taking her eyes off mine, sucked it back.
Oh...
The way her lips curved around the bottle had my already dirty thoughts
turning truly sordid. Those lips would feel awesome wrapped around my
dick. With the first taste, she hardly contained the clear indication
that she rarely, if ever, drank beer. The tip of her tongue slipped out
to catch a stray drop as she tilted the neck of the bottle to touch the
letters on my shirt.
“Can you deliver on that promise?” she asked.
My Review
Well if i could give this book more that 5 stars i would.
Rich girl seeks out a hot Orgasm doner, thats gotta have a happy ending right?
seriously though i loved this book, as i said rich girl wants to escape the light that has been set out for her by her family, so she set outs on a mission to be bad. Enter Brannon Forrester *sigh* i love him, when reading the book we see that he is not a face value bad boy that everyone has pegged him as. He helps Sophie complete her bucket list of bad girl things and reaps some benifits too. i do't want to give too much away as i want you to enjoy the ride youselves.
I will say that i loved every part of this book from the amazing sex to the well written characters.
i am being serious when i say buy this book, you won't regret it.
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About Sibylla Matilde
Sibylla
Matilde grew up in the mountain valleys of Southwest Montana exploring
the dusty Old West gold country on the back of a horse. She attended a
two-room schoolhouse beginning in 1st grade & had the same teacher
until she changed schools after 7th. Beginning at about age 12, Sibylla
discovered historical romance, feeding off of work of Jude Deveraux
& Lisa Kleypas. She loves a book that can make the reader run the
gamut of emotions, from the sweet glow of new love to gut-wrenching
heartache. She is a true romantic & always has stories floating
around in her head, living in a fantasyland until she writes them down
to free them.
Music
is her emotional trigger. Growing up with a Wagnarian-loving mother,
Sibylla was raised to treasure music that digs deep into the psyche,
drawing out elation, sorrow, grief, desire. The soundtrack to her life
includes many genres spanning centuries. She looooooooves Thirty Seconds
to Mars (rather obsessively, actually… but, really, how can you NOT be
crazy about this guy!? Jared Leto. Shhh. )
& pimps them out to all her friends through Spotify. She also
delights in Met Opera HD broadcasts at her local movie theater &
hopes (listening Met?) to someday see Diana Damrau reprise her role as
Mozart’s Queen of the Night in Die Zauberflöte. Sibylla lives with her
husband and hero who saved her from her own calamitous, young-adult
self. He makes her laugh daily, even when things are tough. He’s proved
to her that love really can heal a shattered soul. In 18 years, they
have never had a fight, although argue regularly with their two teenage
kids who have, unfortunately, inherited their father’s quick wit
(unfortunate as it is a quick wit that Sibylla, herself, definitely does
not possess – there is a reason she is a writer & not a stand-up
comedian). They live a quiet life with their two weird little rescued
Chiweenies. Wait… teenagers & little yap-dogs? OK, maybe not so
quiet.
Thanks Dawn ;)
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