Naughty, naughty! The temptation of the forbidden is so good to read.
This is not one of the taboo stepbrother books that are flooding the market (and my Kindle because I like forbidden things). This is a the crux of family, friends and lovers; when loving someone is a betrayal of those who love you most.
Razer Bennington had a crap upbringing until the Hadley family picked him up, took him in, and made him family. His best friend, Mase is his brother, all the Hadley boys are. Until Claire grew up, she was just like a sister. But she did grow up and everything Raze wanted with her was wrong. It was a perversion and a deceit to the only family he had known to want the girl/woman he had grown up amongst. Joining the military didn’t change those feelings, it only made him more in love with her until he had to shut himself out of her life to get free of what he wanted with her, all he wanted.
Growing up with three brothers and the boy she fell in love with the moment she discovered boys prepared Claire for dealing with the male species. What it hadn’t prepared her for was dealing with a hypocritical weasel who demanded she be morally abiding while he banged hookers and porn stars behind her back. When she catches the douchecanoe and jets she knows she can run to her brothers. She just wasn’t ready to run into the object of her heart on the car ride home.
This book is HOTNESS. The forbidden fantasies, the dirty talk, and the temptations are all sizzle-goodness. Raze has a mouth like a poetic wet dream and he does not hesitate to say the nasty stuff all chicks long to hear. I would find him hard to resist… wait I DO find him hard to resist.
When the poop hits the can in this and all the secrets are revealed brothers will come to blows and friendships will be tested. I loved this book and can’t wait for the next. I wish it was Mase more so than Thomas though, maybe if I could appeal to the author as someone who wants Mase brought down a peg she will take my request to heart.
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Prick Tease Synopsis:
Claire Hadley shouldn’t even be on my radar.
There are a million damn reasons why I shouldn’t touch her.
Her brothers are my best friends. We grew up together, under the same roof.
I’m supposed to think of her like a little sister.
I won’t break my loyalty for a f*ck.
Razer Bennington forgot me when he joined the marines.
One kiss. Seven years. I can’t get the taste of him out of my mouth.
I’m meant to be the good girl. A virgin. A role model.
I’m supposed to live up to their expectations.
I’m going to get what I want.
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Prick Tease Excerpt:
I sink down on the mattress, crossing my legs, and fan myself. I’m still burning up, still tortured by graphic erotic images. I may be a virgin, but I’m far from dead.
“Claire,” he yells through the door, thumping on it with his fist. “Open up the door right fucking now.”
The unforgiving wood rattles under his assault, and for a second I don’t expect the lock to hold.
My breath pants in and out in little bursts. I could open the door to him. It’s what I want. I’ve fantasized over it for so long. He’d scoop me up, ravage me with his mouth like he did this morning, while his hands explore the intimate areas of my body. A moan escapes my lips with the sweet tortured clench of my clit. I’m across the room with my hand to the door before I even realize I’ve gotten off the bed.
“Let me in, Little Bit,” he slaps his palm against the door.
The image of the wolf from little red riding hood pops into my head. Razer will eat me alive the moment I open the door to him. I groan and lay my forehead against the wood. His mouth wrapped around my clitoris, his tongue against my slit. It’s so vivid I can feel him there already. I’m soaked for him, aching to take everything he has to offer. Except what if I can’t handle him like that? He’s so much man, and a slice of fear wedges itself in my gut. This should be easy, but what if it’s not? What if it all ends up an absolute disaster? What if he’s too freaking big for me to take? Maybe I’m not ready for this like I thought I was. But I want to be. My whole body is shaking, the indecision a weight on my tongue as I whimper, “Razer?”
“Shit, sugar, I can hear how needy you are in your voice.” His tone drops low and throaty, sliding over my skin like silk and smoke. “You need to cum, don’t you?”
Even if I’d been able to ignore how turned on I was already his words send waves of sensation coursing through me. Pressing my back to the panel, I slip my hand inside the waist of my skirt and under the lace of my panties to press a feather light touch to my clit. A whimper escapes me from that slight contact. My clit throbs, swollen from how he affects me. “Make me cum, Razer?”
There’s nothing but silence, and the slow bump of my hips against the door. I imagine his hands aren’t pressed to the other side of the door but pressed to my fevered skin, slipping around my waist to slide over my own hand and dip beneath my fingertips where he wants to touch me more than anything.
“You can’t open this door. You open it, I won’t be able to control myself.” He slams a hand to the wood with a groan. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“You do?” I want to hear him say it again. I want him to admit that we’ve been dancing around each other, with him pretending he doesn’t want me when I know it’s a lie.
“Oh God. I’m losing my fucking mind,” he rumbles. “I want to put my hands on you so bad, want to slip my fingers inside you and feel how wet you are for me before I rip your panties down your sexy legs and put my mouth on your pussy. I bet you taste sweet, sugar.”
My pulse rushes in my ears while I continue to swirl my finger over my most sensitive spot, sensation ricocheting through me with the lust in his voice. Is it possible to die from sexual frustration? Because I’m going to explode if he keeps talking to me like this. “You shouldn’t want me, Claire,” he snarls, banging a fist against the door.
But I do.
Meet Misti Murphy:
Misti Murphy is a sadistic b*tch who loves to emotionally torture fictional people. If she did that in real life she’d probably end up in prison or a psych ward so she prefers to create dirty talking alphas and the sexually frustrated women who fall into their beds. And if someone needs to be smacked upside the head before f*cking turns to love then that makes her very happy indeed.
She’s a huge believer in flaws making us human, and that not everyone likes bacon. She’s also addicted to chocolate and scared of the effects of the coming shortage. She swears like a f*cking trooper, and thinks that graphic smuttiness should be as real in fiction as it is in real life.
When she’s not writing she’s the perfect housewife and mother. Ha bloody ha! When she’s not writing she’s hiding in a cupboard with her kindle, scoffing chocolate, and stalking facebook.
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