My Thoughts
Squirrel takes on a whole new meaning when it comes to Trick. When Darby first meets him she is so attracted to him. When she meets him again she finds out that he is not available. Or so she thinks which is exactly part of Trick's plan. It's how he protects himself from unwanted advances, but Darby's advances are hardly unwanted. That is a secret for awhile so they can become the best of friends with that sexual tension growing between them. Then Patrick lets her know that not only is he available, but he wants her. And holy hell these two are off the charts spank me scorching hot. The banter between them is just as sizzling. I loved Darby's sense of humor both spoken and her inner dialog. Trick I so loved this delicious man.
Trick has this whole can't remember years thing going on. Frustrating for him. When he does remember everything it will rock both their worlds.
I give Only Trick 5 hearts!
About the Book
“Don’t Look Back in Anger”
In one night, I lost five years of my life. Here’s what I
know …
I was homeless.
I’m a recovering drug addict.
My inked skin crawls from lustful eyes.
I have a serious aversion to women.
My gay partner is a home wrecker.
I own a gun and I’m a damn good shot.
I’m a makeup artist, but it’s an insult to my talent.
I’ve never wanted to possess anything except my Ducati …
until I met Darby.
Now here’s what I know since that day in the ER when she
pieced me back together … nothing—but a few random thoughts.
My new “friend” is distracting, clingy, and obsessed with
acronyms, emojis, and phrases like “breakfast soul mates.”
I didn’t want to like her, but she crawled under my skin and
swallowed me whole. Now we’re best friends and she’s my new addiction. I'd
drink her from a shot glass, snort her up my nose, or inject her into my veins
if I could. What I won’t do … is ever tell her that.
She doesn’t know me … I don’t know me. When those missing
years come back, I think she will hate me … I think I will hate me.
My parents named me Patrick Roth, and this is my story.
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Excerpt
“Ahh!” I scream as the closet door opens. My heart explodes
and I nearly wet myself. I shuffle my feet against the floor, scooting as far
in the corner as I can, hugging my knees to my chest.
“Come.”
I shake my head, holding my breath.
His lip twitches. Then, with what can only be described as a
scene from a horror movie, he grabs my ankles and drags … he fucking drags me
out of the closet. “Trick!”
Hoisting me over his shoulder, he smacks my ass so hard I
yelp. “I’m thinking sofa.”
“Trick! Stop!” I scream, kicking and flailing as he carries
me downstairs. As I pound my fists against his back, something catches my eyes.
He has the ties to both my satin and terrycloth robes partially tucked into the
waistband of his shorts along with one of his belts.
OH SHIT!
He sets me down with my ass backed up to the sofa, my chest
heaving, eyes wide.
“Do you love me?”
I swallow and nod.
“Do you trust me?”
My gaze falters.
“Darby?” He lifts my chin with his finger.
“Do. You. Trust. Me?”
Another swallow, another nod.
“Good.” He lifts my yoga top over my head, wetting his lips
as he stares at my breasts. Then he pulls down my pants, leaving me naked. His
lips skim up my legs, stopping at my sex, but all he does is just breathe out
causing my legs to pinch closer together. Then he inhales. Standing, he watches
me—daring me to run again.
About the Author
Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense
of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took
early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three
awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few
books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and
three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable
reading, AKA writing.
When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one
tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock
climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching,
tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.
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