Monday, 5 June 2017

✤ Wicked Favor ✤ Sawyer Bennett ✤ Wicked Horse Vegas #1 ✤ Excerpt!


© Bianca Janeane



The Wicked Horse Vegas #1
• A Wicked Horse Spin-Off
• 5 June 2017
• #2 WICKED WISH will be out 15 August
★★★★★
4.5 Stars

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.



THE WICKED HORSE IS BACK!
And this time we're in Vegas!
Bridger (the owner of the 'old' club!) joined forces with Jerico - a former special ops soldier, turned private security guy.
Jerico is 35 and ready to retire from his dangerous other life soon - to concentrate on running the sex club.
And he enjoys the hell out of his job. He very happily and very often partakes in everything it has to offer!



Enter Trista.
She needed money for her niece's heart surgery and now she owes 25k to a mean loan shark. And that's how she ends up asking Jerico for help - her brother told her to ask him for the money, because Jerico owes him his life.
And he does help her. But since he hates Trista's brother like crazy, he also wants to play a little revenge game with Trista and her brother.
Buf of course once feelings start to develop, that revenge might not end too good for poor Jerico....


WHAT WiLL HAPPEN TO TRiSTA & JERiCO????
WiLL THE TWO OF THEM GET THEiR HEA?

READ THE BOOK TO FIND OUT!!!☺



Finally another Wicked Horse book!
And it was just as erotic as the others. Phew! ☺
Not only erotic of course.
We have lots of funny and adorable moments too.
And some exciting and frustrating and sad moments!
Poor Jerico. He so wasn't expecting Trista to go along with all his erotic ideas and he was definitely not expecting to fall for this girl. He wanted to have some fun and then move on. Ha! Poor guy!

It was a great start into this new spin-off series! The only tiny little negative thing about it was ... it wasn't really anything new - other than the location - and we don't get to see any of Vegas in this book, we're always inside! The story is just like the others. Sex - lots of it. Some former soldier and a girl down on her luck. But I still enjoyed reading it!!!
Can't wait what Cason will tell us in the next book!!!

WICKED FAVOR was an extremely erotic & exciting first book in this Wicked Horse spin-off series! Can't wait for more!!!

P.S. You think I forgot about my Sawyer AS rant. Nope, but I just thought I'd give up - it's not going to change anyway! If you don't know what I'm talking about - check out any of my Sawyer reviews on goodreads☺



ARC received via Netgalley for an honest review

The Wicked Horse is back - except this time we are in Sin City baby!

The Wicked Horse is branching out and this exciting spin off has all the sexiness of the original series.

Jerico has teamed up with Branch (sigh, I love Branch) from the original series and now we have all the fun and games we come to expect.

Trista is the damsel in distress that comes to Jerico for help and gets more than she expects - as does Jerico.  We know that true feelings are going to develop, however we also know that things are not going to be easy for them.

I completely and utterly adored one little character in this story - Trista's niece. She really is a scene stealer.

I loved their story, loved the push/pull and the love/hate kind of thing they have going on.

I would have liked a bit more of Vegas in the story - other than being set in Vegas we don't get much more (but this is probably just my thing!)

Can't wait to see what Cason's story brings us, am really, really hanging out for Kynan's  story down the track.






• 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.”



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 USA Today Best-Selling Author, Sawyer Bennett is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn't have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.




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