Thursday, August 27, 2015

REVIEW ~ Until Friday Night by Abbi Glines


About the book: 

The first novel in a brand-new series—from New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Abbi Glines—about a small Southern town filled with cute boys in pickup trucks, Friday night football games, and crazy parties that stir up some major drama.

To everyone who knows him, West Ashby has always been that guy: the cocky, popular, way-too-handsome-for-his-own-good football god who led Lawton High to the state championships. But while West may be Big Man on Campus on the outside, on the inside he’s battling the grief that comes with watching his father slowly die of cancer.

Two years ago, Maggie Carleton’s life fell apart when her father murdered her mother. And after she told the police what happened, she stopped speaking and hasn’t spoken since. Even the move to Lawton, Alabama, couldn’t draw Maggie back out. So she stayed quiet, keeping her sorrow and her fractured heart hidden away.

As West’s pain becomes too much to handle, he knows he needs to talk to someone about his father—so in the dark shadows of a post-game party, he opens up to the one girl who he knows won’t tell anyone else.

West expected that talking about his dad would bring some relief, or at least a flood of emotions he couldn’t control. But he never expected the quiet new girl to reply, to reveal a pain even deeper than his own—or for them to form a connection so strong that he couldn’t ever let her go…



Review:

“For all that I had lost. For all that I had found. For all I couldn’t lose now but feared I would.”
Until Friday Night was definitely a different story line from Abbi’s other books, but like Abbi fashion, she killed it! This was a page turner. I kept saying, just one more chapter and BAM! It was two am and I was forcing myself to bed. From the very beginning of the book, I felt every single emotion that Maggie and West went through, every gripping one. Keep tissues handy. Just saying. Abbi will toy with your emotions on this one, like put you on a roller coaster ride. She will make you laugh, she will make you cry, have your heart teetering, drop a little, make it fall in love, maybe a little crack, and maybe put it back together again and get the fuzzies. But in the end, reading this book will be all worth it.
“I needed someone to know my pain. Someone to understand it.”

After witnessing one of the most horrifying moments of her life and losing the person she loved the most, Maggie Carleton felt the only way she could cope would be to go mute. Her godmother finally shipped her off the only family she had left, the Higgen’s. Her Aunt Coralee is worried about her being in a new surrounding, in a new school with no friends, so she has her cousin Brady act as her babysitter since they are pretty much the same age. Maggie feels she can handle things on her own since Brady feels put off by the idea of having to watch her, but is grateful for his help once she realizes how lost she gets in the school. Maggie finally realizes that starting a new life in a new environment is going to be tough, especially when she doesn’t talk. Making friends is sure going to be a tough one. Getting her cousin to like her is going to be much tougher.
“This was the first time I really saw him, the guy he didn’t reveal to anyone. His mask was gone, and there as heaviness in his voice and darkness in his eyes.”
West Ashby is the go to guy. The one that every guy wants to be and the one that every girls wants to be with. He’s a star athlete, has a way with the lady, and is loyal to his friends and has a great love for his family. But under it all, he’s hiding it from everyone that his father is dying. The same father that loves football just as much as he does. He’s even kept it from his best friend, Brady, but he doesn’t know how much more he can hold in. As the days go by, he has to watch his father deteriorate and watch his mother cry over the fact that she will lose the love of her life. What will he do then? What will she do when that time comes?
“Don’t mind me. I’m just tired of acting like I give a shit out there. I needed to be alone. Since you don’t talk, that makes it better. Someone I can talk to who keeps quiet. Might be fucking perfect.”
West and Maggie seem like complete opposites to the public, but yet they hold such a deep connection to one another. A connection, no one but themselves can explain. West is going through some difficult times in his life with his dad that no one, not even his mom realizes that he is feeling. But yet Maggie sees right though him. It’s like she can tell just by one look at him. She can see right through him. She takes it upon herself to help him, even if that means breaking her silence.
“You’re talking to me. Why me?”“Because you needed me to. You need to know someone else has lived through pain like yours.”
“She gave me peace. She was the only thing that had given me peace in a long time.”
 West is surprised when she speaks to him, but it’s a secret that is shared between the two of them. He realizes that it’s her way of coping and he finds a way to help her heal from the past. The field is their spot, much different than the football field. But it's a place where they both can be themselves. They fall into a fast and easy friendship, providing each other comfort and peace. She is slowly making a way into his heart. Brady and their friends are shocked with this new friendship since West doesn’t do friends, while Brady warns Maggie to guard her heart constantly. As their friendship slowly develops, so do other feelings. West is known to use girls to help cope, causing insecurities to rise on Maggie’s end. But with everything that West is going through, she bottles them in and pulls through for him. He needs someone to be strong for him right now and she’s that person.
“I didn’t remember what hope felt like. It had been so long since I’d hoped for anything.”
What will happen to West and Maggie’s relationship? Will her insecurities get worse or will she fight them? Will they be able to work out their “relationship”/friendship and figure it out? What will happen to West’s mom? How will she end up coping? How does Brady feel about West and Maggie’s relationship? As well as her aunt and uncle?
“It never leaves you…The hurt.” “But you learned to live and you learn to deal with the loss. You do what you have to survive.”

I absolutely loved this book. There isn’t enough to put into words how much I loved this book and everything I felt about it. I’ll just have you read it for yourself. I’m hoping she continues more books about this series at a fairly decent pace haha. I would love to hear a story about Brady next…. Maybe??? Abbi?? Please???


This review was done. I was given an advanced copy for my honest review.
About the Author
Abbi Glines is the New York Times, USA TODAY, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Field Party, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, and Existence series. A devoted book lover, Abbi lives with her family in Alabama. She maintains a Twitter addiction at @AbbiGlines and can also be found at Facebook.com/AbbiGlinesAuthor and AbbiGlines.com.

Happy Release Day ~ The Decadence After Dark Series BOX SET

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"If you are a fan of Pepper Winters, Kitty Thomas or CJ Roberts, M. Never is not to be missed" ~ Alpha Book Club   "I read Owned, I devoured Claimed and I nearly fried my Kindle reading Ruined. I could not put the book down, turning the pages so furiously to see what would happen next in the lives of Ellie and Kanye. Let me just say that M. Never knows how to write a descriptive love scene. There are so many HOT scenes to mention, but my favorite involves a foursome ;)" ~ Amazon   "If you are a fan of dirty kink, delicious, dark and dominant heroes and a woman with enough confidence to know what she wants, then you can't go wrong with an M Never book." ~ Amazon    


Synopsis

Three dark erotic tales under one sinful cover... Get Owned, Claimed, and Ruined with The Decadence After Dark Series. One hundred and eighty thousand words of Pulse-Pounding heat, raw passion and insatiable love!   
Owned (Book One in The Decadence After Dark Series)
"I like you collared, baby. I like you naked, I like you mine.” Ellie Stevens has lusted over Kayne Roberts since he first walked into the import/export company she works for a little over a year ago. As Expo’s most important client, Ellie has always kept a safe distance from the man with the majestic blue eyes - until temptation finally gets the better of her. Impulsively, Ellie invites Kayne to one of Expo's infamous company parties her flamboyant boss is notorious for throwing. Unbeknownst to Ellie, the god in the Armani suit isn’t just the suave entrepreneur he portrays himself to be. Underneath the professional exterior is a man with a secret life, dark desires, and nefarious contacts. In a hidden corner of a trendy New York City lounge, the spark kindling between the two of them ignites. Unable to resist the sinful attraction, Ellie agrees to leave with Kayne, believing she is finally bedding the man of her dreams. Little does she know when she walks out the door, she’s about to be Owned.  
Claimed (Book Two in the Decadence After Dark Series)
With one look he consumed me. With one touch he marked me. With one kiss he owned me. With one whisper he claimed me. "No matter where you go or who you're with, you'll always be mine." Ellie Stevens thought she had moved on from the domineering man who abducted her. Now living in Hawaii and following her dreams, no one is going to keep her down. But things aren't always as they seem. Kayne Rivers reluctantly let Ellie go, but just because she's gone now, doesn't mean she'll be gone forever. She is his, and he won't stop until he's reclaimed her as his own.  
Ruined (A Decadence After Dark Novella)
Kayne Roberts. Kayne Rivers. Kayne Stevens. No matter his name, one fact remains the same. He's the man who enslaved me, ensnared me, claimed me and ruined me...For all other men that is. My life. My love My happiness. All belong to him. I belong to no one but him. He owns me. And I own him.   **Owned, Claimed, and Ruined are dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. These books have intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised**  

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M. Never Bio

M. Never resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant. She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season. She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers.  
 

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Cover Reveal ~ Sins of Sevin by Penelope Ward


RELEASE DATE: September 21, 2015

SINS OF SEVIN
(A standalone)
A Contemporary Romance novel
 New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author
Penelope Ward
Cover Information
Cover designer: Letitia Hasser, r.b.a designs
Photo: Scott Hoover Photography
Model: Zeb Ringle 


Blurb
From the New York Times bestselling author of Stepbrother Dearest, comes a new forbidden STANDALONE romance.

What happens when the one you want is the only one you can’t have?

My name is Sevin.

Homeschooled and sheltered by my ultra-religious family, I was always taught that lust was a sin.

Elle was the girl who’d been carefully chosen for me.

After a long-distance courtship, I’d be moving into her family’s guesthouse so that we could get to know each other in the months before the wedding.

Boundaries were set: no inappropriate touching, no kissing, no sex before marriage.

I’d accepted those rules and my fate.

Until I met the one I wanted to sin with.

That was when restraint became a problem…especially since the one wasn’t Elle.

It was her sister, Evangeline.

You know what they say about best laid plans.

My name is Sevin, and I have sinned.

Told in alternating points of view, Sins of Sevin is a full-length standalone novel. Contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. Only appropriate for adult readers age 18+.
  

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 10-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
         







Other books from Penelope Ward

Cocky Bastard


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Gemini

Jake Undone (Jake #1)

My Skylar

Jake Understood (Jake #2)

  

Release Blitz ~ Fallen Crest University by TIJAN




Sam & Mason return in Fallen Crest University!
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Blurb

Fallen Crest is back with a vengeance!

Samantha, Mason, and Logan are all together and united with one common enemy: Park Sebastian, the king of fraternity douchebags.

With professional football scouts eyeing his every move, Mason Kade has to walk the line for the first time in his life. Any move he makes against Sebastian has to be perfect and under the radar. One mistake, and his career is over.

Sebastian has other plans. Mason’s career isn’t his target—not even close. Wanting to destroy Mason completely, Sebastian knows he must hit him where it hurts the most: Samantha, who doesn’t give a rat’s ass that she’s the target.

Sam is bound and determined to protect Mason herself, no matter the cost, but what if the cost is beyond her imagination? What if this time, the villain wins?


Excerpt

I drew one of his fingers into my mouth. My tongue wrapped around it. I wanted to forget about my afternoon and how I was going to handle that situation. I wanted to get lost in his arms.
Seeing what I wanted, Mason tipped us both back, cradling me on his chest as he lay down. I was securely in his arms, and he rolled me over, so he was looming above me. His eyes darkened, holding my gaze before dropping to my lips where a small smile showed, and I let go of his finger. The ache for him already started inside me.
A knowing grin formed on his face, and without saying a word, he slipped from the bed to lock the door and flip the lights off. My heart started pounding. The need for him was rising between my legs, and I licked my lips, watching as he took his shirt off. He was all muscle. I could make out every single one of them as he came back to me. The flames were growing hotter and hotter. I wanted to slide my hands over every inch of him. I wanted to feel his weight on top of me. I wanted to feel him inside me.
I wanted him to break the fucking bed for me.





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I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Release Blitz ~ COLETRANE (Bad Boys of Retribution MC , #4) by Rie Warren


Title: Coletrane
Series: Bad Boys of Retribution MC
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: August 25, 2015
Coletrane:
Her name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. That’s exactly what she is—walking, talking, in the flesh sin. She’s haughty, privileged, so goddamn starlet sexy, with an ass I want to grab and spank raw. 
I want her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the maids, the immaculate façade. 
I need her to be mine. But I’m a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. I’m blue collar all the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me. 
Not to mention, I’m running from a bad past that’s about to catch up with me. 
Sinclair:
I would never go for Cole in a million years. He’s gruff, rough around the edges—and covered in ink. He’s unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why he’s going to ruin me for all other men. 
Coletrane destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I can’t say no to him. He’s not what I expected—tender at times, taking no prisoners at others. He breaks me down, builds me up. 
He is not my type.
They say opposites attract, and they’re right. I just didn’t expect him to turn my cushy life upside down and inside out. But it’s too late, and someone’s going to get hurt.
 

GODDAMN. SIN LOOKED FIIINE. It was a Saturday. I guessed her idea of slumming it was wearing a sarong that bared the length of one of her amazing thighs, a pair of sandals that wrapped up her calves in soft leather, and a strapless top that hugged her fuckhot figure in all the right places. 

And her idea of going ghetto must’ve been trawling down here by the train yards. 

Shock carried across Sin’s face as she took in Trixxie, me, and the aforementioned cock ring. 

“Oh, hon. You worried about a little cock ring? Cole has things up his sleeves you ain’t even—”

“Trixx,” I cut her off midstream.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’ll zip it.” Swooping into one of the back rooms, she poked her head out for a final zinger. “Call me if you need a fluffer for her.”

Sinclair stood just inside the door, shafts of sunlight making a halo of her hair. “Are you with her?” 

“No. We’re coworkers. I don’t fuck where I earn money.” 

“Then how does she know about your cock rings?” Staring at the silver ring I closed my fingers around, she perfected the hands on hips stance once again. 

“Why? You jealous?” One of my eyebrows hooked up. 

“Hardly.” She flicked back her amazing pure blonde curls and peered at me. “Just seems like something personal.”

“We tattoo and pierce each other, see half-naked bodies all day long. Ain’t much that’s personal around here, precious.” I punched my knuckles down on the counter, the muscles in my shoulders and arms bunching. “Your driver waiting outside?”

“No. I drove myself. I have my own license and everything.” She used that same give it to me, big boy breathy voice she’d taunted me with last night. 

Like she knew exactly what I thought about her—overprivileged, unused to hard times, freewheeling and fancy-free without a care in the world. 

Her soft green eyes widened to complete the look of total ingénue. Too bad her body spoke another story. And I knew she was taking me for a ride with this Little Miss So Innocent façade. 

I stalked to the windows and checked outside. Then my mouth dropped open. I rocked on my heels. I looked some more. 

I groaned. “You’re fucking kidding me.” Pressing my index finger to the window, I think I probably drooled. Like a fool. “Tell me that’s not yours.”

“All. Mine.” Her sultry whisper hit my neck, and damn, that was hot, but not as hot as the car illegally parked outside the shop. 

A kick-ass ’77 Trans Am. 

“Four hundred horsepower in that thing?” I asked.

“Kicks like a mule with the engine of a bull on ’roids.” Sin slid next to me as I goddamn salivated over the muscle car. 

With the pop-out top windows and the massive hood bird decal an authentic red and black Firebird, the car was sex-on-four-wheels. 

“Fuckin’ A.” I almost jizzed in my jeans. I wanted to fuck her in it, on it, see her drive it, and get behind the wheel with her in my lap. Fuck. “I thought you’d drive a Merc.”

“This is my weekend car.” Her fingers traipsed down my arm. “What can I say? I have a thing for hot rods.”

And I just happen to have the one for her. 

It fucking thumped in my jeans. 

Dragging myself away from the imminent girl plus car-gasm, I walked back to the counter and ignored the ancient black bakelight phone ringing at the far end. 

“So, what can I do you for, Sin?”

And how soon can I do you?

“Sadie told me where you work.” 

Of course she did.

I made no comment. 

Sin glided across the floor as I heard Trixxie get on the horn in the room next door, answering the call I’d tuned out. 

“I think I want some ink.” Sin stood right in front of me. 

“What did you have in mind?”

“I’m not sure yet. Can I see some examples?”

We-elll, there were photos all over the walls, but I just so happened to have some living art to show her. 

“Sure.” I whipped off my shirt.

I wasn’t a small boy. I was a badass man. The muscles came from daily workouts. The height—a mere six foot two that put Sin half a foot under me—matched my framework. The tats? They detailed memories, moments, people . . . my life. 

Sin sucked in a breath and her eyes grew wide. She rounded the counter. Her touch on my chest fizzled through my skin, but I stood stock-still. 

I remained silent except for a low grunt when she tugged on one of the nipple barbells. 

“You weren’t kidding about the piercings.” Her warm gust of breath hit my skin, causing havoc to my willpower.

“I might be an asshole sometimes, but I never lie.”

She licked me, right across one of the barbells, right there in the middle of the shop. 

My hand flew into her hair, and I pulled her back. “Unless you wanna get your pussy reamed across the counter right now, you better stand down.”

She moved back so suddenly she almost knocked over one of the boxes on the counter. 

I shuddered all over, lifting half-mast eyes to her. “I’m not about to mar your perfect skin. Tattoos are off the table.” 

She was gorgeous. Untouched. Peaches and cream and obviously protected from the hot South Carolina sun.

And she looked sooo damn good as she was, glaring at me.

“I don’t take no for an answer.” Her leg slid from the slit of her sarong as she cocked her hip and curled her lips. 

“Too bad, precious. Ain’t gonna happen.” I smirked as I approached her. “And I’m more than happy to say no to you.”

“Then I’ll just get your colleague to do it.” Her arrogant chin lifted. 

“The fuck you will. You don’t need another damn thing on you.” I set my lips to her ear. “You’re sexy. A stand-out. A walking wet dream.” I licked those lush lips I’d kissed the night before—just a taste. “There is something I wanna do to you though.”

“What?” she whispered, searching for my lips as I pulled away. 

“I’ll pierce your nipples.” 

Her mermaid eyes flicked to mine then down to my nipples. “Like yours?”

“Oh, no. Although I’m sure you’d like that.” Lifting my hands to my chest, I tugged on the two barbells and twisted them. 

Hot flames of arousal coursed through me. 

Sin moaned through parted lips. 

I’d been hard before, but now my cock suddenly broke new records stiffness. 

My voice dropped, and I skimmed a hand down the clenching ridged muscles of my abdomen. “It can make your nipples ultra sensitive.”

Her gaze drifted lower, following the path of my hand. “I can see that.”

Leaning forward, I whispered against her ear. “For you I’d do hoops. Pretty little ones for what I bet are your pretty little nipples. Hoops I can attach things to, charms . . . ” And weights. And delicate chains . . . 

Oh hell yeah.

Sin licked her bombshell lips. 

I set my teeth lightly on her earlobe then bit down with firmer pressure until she moaned. 

Drawing back, I observed her with a lazy smile. She practically trembled, and it was an insane turn-on seeing her lose her control. 

“Unless you’re too much of a good girl?”

“I’ll let you do it.” Her hair whipped over her shoulder as she met my burning gaze. 

I inhaled harshly, the image of her baring her tits for me, holding still while I pierced her nipples, overwhelmed me with a surge of animal-like lust. 

Not yet though. 

Dragging my shirt back on, I grinned. “You have to earn it first.”

“What?” Her voice rose several octaves. 

“You heard me.” I checked the clock. 

Twenty minutes until my next appointment. Definitely not enough time to do what I wanted to with her. Not here. Not now. 

Sin wouldn’t go down without a fight, of course. That was what made baiting her so damn fun. 

She shoved me on the shoulder when I turned back to my sketch. 

“Let’s get one thing absolutely clear, Cole. I’m the Executive Director of The Fairley-Chatham Family Foundation. I manage millions of dollars per annum. I might’ve been privileged”—she stomped her foot—“but I work for what I have, and I’m damn successful. So if you think you can keep treating me like some harebrained flake just because of where I come from—”

“Then act like it, precious.” I cut her off mid-riff. 

Pressing up onto her tiptoes, she got in my face, hissing, “Stop calling me that.”

I glanced behind her, then quickly pushed her away from me. Three rough-looking hoodlums were outside with their hands all over her car. 

“You need to leave now.” I prodded her to the door, going cold all over.

“But I’m not done—”

“You’re done. We are done.” My voice flinty hard, I urged her to hurry up as the gang bangers strutted inside.
I got out and loped around to Sin’s side. I liked the way she waited for me to open the door and help her out—she was a woman who knew she was quality. 

With a flash of those long bare legs, she slid up against me. Her body felt incredible, curves in all the right places the perfect counterpoint to the hard muscles of mine. 

Brushing the hair back from her temples, my fingers lingered at her neck where her pulse drummed against my skin. I leaned down and tasted her lips, quickly delving into her mouth before retreating with a smile. 

“I hope you’re ready for this, precious, because I’m gonna eat you up.”

“Out here?” Her pale green eyes twinkled. 

I pulled her away from the car and guided her up the steps that created an open breezeway in the apartment building. My place was at the top and overlooked a tennis court. 

“You play?” she asked. 

I unlocked my door and ushered her inside. “Hardly.”

Flicking the light switch, the tidy, tiny living room shifted into brightness, and just then a calico fur ball darted into the kitchen with screeching yeowl. 

“What was that?” Sin pointed after the fleeing feline. 

“I dunno. I think it’s a cat.” I rubbed a hand over my chin. “Could be a cross between a porcupine and an overgrown chipmunk? I call it Pincushion.”

As she giggled I waved vaguely around the four-room place. “So this is it. It’s not luxurious but—”

“It’s so clean.” She left my side to walk around the living room, her fingers occasionally coasting along the coffee table and the sound system set-up.

“Right? And I don’t even have a maid.” Lounging against the doorway opposite her, I winked. 

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.

In just five long steps, I caged her against the wall. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.” 

I twisted her head up and crashed my lips to hers. My tongue lunged into her mouth, stroking hers. Brutal. Hard. Wet. I swallowed the whimper that escaped the back of her throat, and her hands flew to my ass to pull me all the way against her. 

With a grunt, I tore my lips free, licking them to taste more of her. 

A sneer of lust crossed my face, and my voice came out in a low deep rumble. “The things I’m gonna say to you tonight will make you so hot you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder, faster.” I nipped and licked the neck she arched for my tongue and teeth.

“Cole!” she gasped.

“Make your body ache for my cock.” I pressed my hips against her just once so she’d know what she was getting. 

Then I stepped back, watching her as she panted. Her hair disheveled. Her tits jutting. Her eyes heavy. 

“But we gotta talk about how this is gonna go down first,” I said. 

“We do?” She slowly regained her composure. “This about the control thing again?”

“Mm hmm.” I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside me. 

She approached slowly and perched next to me. 

“I want to push you to the limit. Find out what your limits are.”

“Is this about the power struggle,” she asked. “Does that get you off?”

“Not as much as you completely giving ...