Sinful Rewards 3
By: Cynthia Sax
Avon Romance
Bee
Carter's carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her
designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn't working for this
small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind
for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy
challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine
with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar
with the mysterious Hawke.
Two
hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make
her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed
bad boy?
Woo Hoo! Another
installment of Sinful Rewards and this book has made me fall in love with Hawke
just that little bit more and leaves me wanting his mark on me...be still my
beating heart.
As always Cynthia has
made it almost impossible to tell you about the storyline without giving away
spoilers! But we love her for it, as the book is truly awesome. But the stuff I
can tell you is Bee finally stops being a door mat at work, Nicolas is still
being an arse, Hawke...oh my goodness, he is deliciousness and Cyndi is not so
whiny anymore, which I think is awesome. There are some new characters in this
book, but the one who is capturing my attention, is the escort, who lives in
the building with Bee and Cyndi...I don't know why, but I think she may be
important in the future.
As normal Cynthia's
writing is flawless and it just sucks me right in for the first paragraph, I
love how with every turn, she makes the characters that little bit more
complex...and now I am going to be miserable, as I have another month before
Sinful Rewards 4!!
I give Sinful Rewards
a well-deserved 10 out of 10!
"A
very large man separates from the pack, and my words fade. He's
backlit, his face and form in darkness, but I'd recognize that blunt
buzz cut, square chin, broad shoulders, and confident swagger anywhere.
"Hawke,"
I whisper, my toes wiggling in the practical flats I was forced to
wear. My lack of heels makes him appear even larger, more dominant and
manly.
"Sweetheart." He cups my chin with his rough fingers and
tilts my face upward. Our gazes meet and hold, time stopping, the noise
and lights fading. There's only the two of us.
I'll have sex
with this mountain of a man tonight. Decades-entrenched fear battles
newly formed desire. The temptation to turn, to run from him, from this
fate, increases with each heartbeat. I know of only one way to quiet my
mind, to ensure passion wins. "Kiss me," I whisper.
Hawke
doesn't hesitate. He swoops down and claims my lips, the strength of his
embrace stealing my breath. I gasp. He surges inside me, his tongue
tangling, tumbling with mine. He tastes of whiskey and chocolate, a
burning sweetness I could quickly become addicted to.
My knees
tremble, and he straps his arms around my body, holding me upright,
pressing me to him. I forget everything, my doubts, our audience, my
friend Cyndi, losing myself in him, in the rasp of his stubble-covered
chin against my skin, the stroke of his tongue along mine, the hardness
of his body.
Hawke lifts me higher, fitting me into his fit
form. My curves flatten against his muscle. My feet dangle above the
pavement. Never have I felt this delicate, this cherished.
I
grip his shoulders, clinging to him, relishing his strength and size.
This is right, this kiss, this night, this man. I'll give him
everything, expecting only pleasure in return, forgoing forever for one
evening.
A man whistles, breaking the spell. Other men join him,
hooting and hollering, their unruly behavior heating my cheeks. Hawke
releases my lips and pushes my face into his cotton-covered chest,
bending over my smaller form as though to shield me from them.
"I'm
glad you came," he murmurs, his voice low and deep and arousing. I
wiggle closer to him, my nipples pressing against the red silk of my
corset. He strokes my loose-flowing hair, his big hands gentle, almost
reverent.
"I almost didn't," I share quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear us. "
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Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, Sci-Fi and paranormal
erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time
With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
She
lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not
always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They
live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia
has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself
up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together,
meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as
Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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