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New York Times bestselling author,
Sawyer Bennett, is happy to introduce a new Wicked Horse club in Las Vegas and
you’re cordially invited to attend the grand opening...
As the owner of The Wicked Horse, an elite sex club located along the Vegas Strip, Jerico Jameson never spends the night alone. Gorgeous, ripped, and totally alpha, Jerico doesn’t grant favors and will rarely give you the time of day—unless he wants you in his bed. So when the sister of his sworn enemy shows up asking for help, saying no should be easy. But when Jerico takes one look at her and sees an opportunity to help this beautiful woman while exacting revenge on her brother, he’s not about to pass that up. Beaten and bruised, Trista Barnes is running out of options, and Jerico is her last chance to get out of the mess she’s in. She doesn’t know why Jerico despises her brother so much, but as long as he can help her, she doesn’t care. Jerico offers her safety while opening her up to a sinful world she never knew existed. As she succumbs to Jerico’s erotic charm, Trista lets herself fall into the wicked world of guilt free pleasure with no regrets. Under his strong alpha hand, she blooms, and so does Jerico’s possessiveness. But what happens when Trista finds out she was a pawn in Jerico’s game all along, and that the price for his favor was steeper than she ever imagined – her heart. |
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Excerpt
She pops
her head in first and gives me a tentative smile. “You busy?”
“Not at
all,” I tell her as I wave her in.
She
disappears for a moment, and then opens the door wider. I see she’s carrying a
large, plastic container that’s dome shaped and has a handle on top. My eyes
only flick to it briefly before coming back to her. She’s much better to look
at.
Shutting
the door behind her, she walks up to my desk with a goofy grin on her face and
sets the plastic container in front of me. I look down at it, and then up to
her. “What’s that?”
“Something
I made for you this morning,” she says, unlocking the tabs at the bottom. She
lifts the dome top off, and I’m staring at a cake in front of me.
Slowly,
I look back up to her. “You made me a cake?”
“Not
just any cake,” she says while wagging a finger at me. “A four-layer, homemade
red velvet cake with whipped mascarpone icing.”
“Jesus,”
I mutter as I look at the cake, wondering what this weird squeezing sensation
is in my chest. When I look back up to her, I have to ask her again, “You made
that just for me?”
“Just
for you,” she says with satisfaction all over her face. “You said it was your
favorite, and I had some time this morning after pancakes.”
I push
out of my chair and wave a hand at the cake. “You just happened to have all
these ingredients, huh? You routinely use something as odd as mascarpone?”
Her grin
turns mischievous as she shrugs. “Well, I may have had to go to the grocery
store for a few things.”
Jesus
fuck. I can’t believe she did that for me.
My mind
races over the years, and I can’t remember anyone doing something so randomly
nice for me. So spontaneous and with the sole intention of doing it to please
me.
Picking
up the cake, I round the desk and head for the side door that connects to my
kitchen. “Let’s take this next door.”
I don’t
miss the disgruntled expression on Trista’s face as she clearly expected me to
act differently. I’m sure she was thinking I’d be a bit more effusive in my
praise, and I intend to be.
Just… in
my apartment.
She
follows me through the door as I balance the cake on my hand. I immediately lay
it down on my kitchen counter and spin around just as she’s walking through the
door, taking her face in my hands and walking right into her. My mouth hits
hers. She gives a huff of surprise as I turn slightly and back her into the
refrigerator. Angling my head, I kiss her deeply. It’s possible because she
angles hers the other way, opening her mouth to give me entrance.
Yes, it’s
a deep kiss, but it’s not sexual. It’s a show of unbridled happiness that makes
me feel like a kid, or perhaps it’s gratitude that Trista perhaps thinks this
is something other than “just sex”.
When I
pull away, Trista’s cheeks are pink and she’s slightly panting. She whispers
breathlessly to me, “I should make you cake more often.”
The grin
that breaks wide is my answer, followed by another swift kiss. Then I’m turning
away from her and grabbing a fork out of my drawer. Without any pomp, and
certainly no circumstance to wait for a plate, I punch my fork down into the
top of the cake and pull a huge chunk out.
“Oh, my
God.” Trista giggles as she comes to stand beside me at the counter. I angle
toward her as I bring the fork to my lips, open my mouth wide, and shove the
cake in. Cheeks bulging and the taste of rich cake and lightly sweet, tangy
frosting coating my tongue, I groan in satisfaction. Our eyes stay locked as I
chew and chew and chew, and finally swallow the heaven in my mouth. Trista’s
eyes are sparkling with humor and a bit of pride.
“Good?”
she asks.
I give a
swipe of my tongue over my bottom lip to catch some stray frosting there. “It’s
amazing. Thank you.”
She
beams a brilliant smile as she sets the cake carrier on the counter and turns
toward the door that leads back into my office. “You’re welcome. Now… I’ve got
to get going.”
“Wait,”
I say as I snag her arm and turn her back to me. “You just got here.”
“And my
work is done,” she says impishly, going to her tiptoes to give me a quick kiss.
“I’m meeting Mom and Corinne for lunch, and I’ve got to get going.”
Well, there goes all thought of
spending my afternoon with Trista in bed rather than golfing.
But I’d
never begrudge her time with Jolene and Corinne. Their unity right now is
extremely important. I do pull her into me and wrap my arms around her waist
after throwing the fork into the sink. Trista’s hands come to my chest as she
looks up at me curiously.
“Take
the night off,” I tell her softly and I have to admit, the way her eyes go warm
makes me feel fucking really good. “Make it an entire day and night thing with
Corinne, okay?”
“Really?”
she asks with sweetest type of surprise in her eyes.
“Yeah,”
I murmur as I tighten my arms around her. “I’ll keep myself occupied with the
cake tonight.”
Her lips
quirking, she gets a playful look in her eyes. “We could… um… FaceTime each
other later.”
My
eyebrows rise with interest, but I play a little stupid. “FaceTime?”
“Naked.
FaceTime.” She annunciates each word slowly, and my dick perks up at this
suggestion.
And for
a man who has done about every dirty thing imaginable, it hits me hard that
this is something new. Something I’ve never done with another woman and now, I’m
glad she’s not coming so I can have something new and unique just with Trista.
“What
time might you be calling me?” I ask in a husky voice.
“Be
ready around eleven,” she says, pressing into me. “Clothing is optional.”
“Wrong,”
I tell her with a shake of my head. “Naked is mandatory.”
What I thought about Wicked Favor
The Wicked Horse series is back! The sex club as expanded to a new location in Las Vegas, and although it has a slightly different style to it, the club is still all about sexual gratification in all forms, without guilt or shame. I really like that about this series.
Jerico Jameson is the owner of the Las Vegas branch and he's all about what goes on the club as he participates frequently with the guests and members. When Trista comes to see him to collect on a debt he owes her brother, Jerico agrees to give her the money she needs -- but with the condition that she work at the club for thirty days. Since Trista is out of options, she agrees.
Jerico's motives aren't the greatest at the start of this situation, but as he spends more time with Trista, he is intrigued with her and his thinking adjusts because of that. She's eager to experience her own sexual awakening and Jerico is just the man to lead her through all that. Together, Trista and Jerico heat things up between them very quickly. Since this is a book about a sex club, be prepared for lots of steamy moments and hot abandon in this book! Wowza!
This book followed the same formula of the Wyoming Wicked Horse series, and I like that because there's a bit of a mystery in the background that unfolds as the story goes on. Jerico also re-evaluates his motives for what he is doing with Trista as he falls for her. It's all good.
Sawyer Bennett has a writing style that easily pulls you into the story and keeps you there until the end. If you are looking for something that very sexy and goes beyond vanilla sex, with a nice little suspense plot snaking through it, this book and series might be for you. Can't wait for the next book in this Vegas series.
ARC provided for review.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off
Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has
been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on
multiple occasions.
A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real
life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array
of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes
something for just about everyone.
Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and
her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to
life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very
active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She
believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great
work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.
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