Thank you so much for bringing that up. This was my first book by Helen Hardt and it will not be my last. This is the first in what is an ongoing series called The Steel Brothers. This is the story of Talon and Jade. And, granted, his past is horrible, but that doesn't make the fact that she was humiliated any less painful to her, especially since she doesn't know anything about Talon's past except that he was in the Marines for the while. This is one of those books that leaves you in a fog after you're done.
I looked at my fingernails, picked at a piece of dry cuticle. Her hips began moving, wafting more of her scent toward me. At least until I got my bar results. She believes that the important inputs from the readers help her to get some idea of their likes and dislikes. Those were the most challenging two days of my life.
I appreciate it more than you know. On the other hand, I could shoot my load down her throat, and by the time we had dried off and gotten to the bed, I would be ready for her again. Once again, I can understand this as a sexual assault victim, but jesus, it got so fucking annoying watching him whipsaw back and forth like that. I would have to fuck her again. There was so much about this book that was eyeroll-worthy and nauseating.
Author Hardt is an appreciator of the fine quality of red wine. And that corded neck… What might that bronze skin feel like against my fingertips? They laughed maniacally, their voices low and terrorizing, as they enclosed the boy. There are some legal inaccuracies that really bothered me since I've been through what Jade has been through. I wake up the whole household. Tell me you want that, baby. But, he appears to be more lusting towards the newly arrived veterinarian in the town.
How could I be so attracted to a man when, in a parallel world, I was supposed to be married to another right now? He knows she deserves better than his broken soul, but he can t stay away from her, and he finally confesses his love. He had to be six-three at least, maybe six-four. But I understand how you feel, and I actually really could use your help. It didn't take long to fall in love with this story! If I let her make me a sandwich… Oh, fuck. A few minutes passed with no talking. I had to work this morning.
Something that I hate in novels is when an author uses mental illness to create character death. All that said, I'm intrigued about the Marge story angle and curious to uncover what really happened to Talon; therefore, I'll be on the look out for the next installment in the series. Other than writing the novels based on erotic and romance genres, author Hardt has also written a few historical and contemporary romance novels in her career. Her major had been agriculture, as she figured she was destined for ranch work. One time, during spring break of her junior year, she invited me on a Caribbean cruise with her, all-expenses-paid. Heck, he had said the words.
You tried to have Brooke Bailey killed for insurance money. Her moans and clenches fueled my desire. I was stuck in the main ranch house. I opened my mouth to say again how delicious it was but decided against it. I liked the female narrator too.
Okay, maybe only a few who were actually more beautiful than she was. The man even walked sexily. I saw a bunch of shit no human should ever have to see. I can always get a job waiting tables or something while I study. Rather, I changed the subject. His kiss was… feral—more feral and animalistic even then the previous ones.
No man had ever yanked on my hair before, and oh my God… I returned his kiss with greed. I got up and lowered my head to hide my tears from him. If not, I'll just keep sitting here in my book haze. I had to, because I needed to make damn sure this need went away after tonight. I was still in bed next to Talon. Or it could be longer.