My Secret Romance Book Reviews: Release Day Blitz: Pawn Volume Two By Maya St. James

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Pawn Volume Two By Maya St. James

“My motivation is simple. Greed. I wanted to possess you, wanted to fuck you speechless, wanted everything about you. I’m not broken. I’m nothing you’re trying to make me out to be, so unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘Fuck me, Graham,’ we’re done here. Your move, Ms. Courtney.”

That’s what the stranger I’ve agreed to crawl into bed with told me when I confronted him for betraying me. Five months. I’ve given Senator Graham Delaney permission to possess my body for five months, and I know nothing about him except that he’s manipulated me and that his dirty mouth and demanding hands set my skin on fire, leaving me writhing for more. My wickedly handsome lover is all lies and desire and secrets—all bundled up in a well-fitted suit and a grin that won over millions—and I’m determined to figure him out.

To possess him.

After all, I have four and a half months left. And I’m already getting under his skin.

My move indeed, Senator Delaney.

Book 2 of a 3 part serial. Volume 1 (ebook) : January 27, 2015 Volume 2 (ebook): February 14, 2015 Volume 3 (ebook): February 27, 2015

Vol 1 to 3 Paperback: February 27, 2015

WARNING: The pages of this book contain filthy words and naughty situations. Reader discretion advised.

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“You were on TV. Believe me, you weren’t hard to find.” When I accidentally lick my lips, the corners of his tug into a grin that leaves me swallowing hard and feeling like a traitor to myself for still feeling an iota of attraction toward him. “I didn’t realize you’re so giving.” Suggestive much? “Then if you saw me on TV, smart ass, you know there are cameras all around. But I’m sure if you’re seen you won’t have any trouble explaining why you’re trying to pick me up like a—” The way he skims his tongue over his straight teeth leave the word prostitute hanging in my throat. “Careful, Elle,” he warns. “The cameras are several blocks back, and besides, your daddy’s peacocking is keeping them plenty busy.” He nods to the passenger seat. “Get in the car, before I get out.” “And then what will you do?” I challenge. “Then I’ll give your cunt an encore of what we started against a bathroom wall five days ago,” he says, his bronze face suddenly all business in spite of his words. Remembering the way his hand felt between my legs—inside my body—my core tightens sharply. The fierce pain that comes with craving something wrong and incredibly stupid pummels through me. “And Elle? I’m not going to give a fuck who sees us.” He reaches for his door handle, and I gasp as a truck comes down the street. Quickly sliding into the passenger seat, I slam the door as hard as I can. Laughing, he pulls away from the curb and drives about a mile up the street, where he parks at a closed Mom and Pop pharmacy. “You’re an asshole," I hiss. “You didn’t have to get in, Elle.” I feel his brown eyes studying my profile. “You could have stayed out there, waiting to see if I followed through. I would have, just so we're clear.”

Smut addict and hopeless romantic, sometimes at the same time. I have an odd fascination with reality TV, vintage clothing, and Marvel movies. Books are my passion. I'm the author of the upcoming PAWN and INTERTWINED serials.

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