Heat Level: Explicit
This book was HOT. Just exactly what I wanted and was expecting. Even better, this short read was a May-December romance with instalove, a possessive alpha, an innocent heroine and lots and lots of steamy loving.
Don’t be put off by the fact that this is Evie Harrison’s debut book, as the storyline is spot on and the writing flowed easily – just what you need in a quick read that can be devoured in an hour.
Jordan is everything that I look for in an OTT alpha. He was hot, knocked on his ass by “The One”, not afraid to claim her at any cost and so damn possessive. It also didn’t hurt that he was a dirty talker, and a machine between the sheets.
These types of novella’s are mostly characterised with the innocent female and that is exactly what Natalie is. As drawn to Jordan as he is to her, she is all sugar and spice, except when she is being claimed by Jordan. While naïve, I did not think she was overdone as is sometimes the case.
Evie Harrison definitely did not shy away from the heat in this book. The sex between these two was smoking hot and definitely requires spare panties for readers.
Quick and to the point is the name of the game with these novella’s so please note that the tension is minimal, the development minimal and everything moves in super speed. But if that’s your thing, then this author will delight. A great novella to change it up or cleanse or palette. Will definitely be adding Evie Harrison to my list of quick fix authors.
Inventor of one of the world’s best-selling sex toys and owner of a popular chain of erotic shops, Jordan Sinclair has it all. Time and time again he’s lived up to the nickname the press calls him, Mr. Sin. This confirmed bachelor has no intention of ever settling down.
That all changes during a visit to one of his Erotic Bent sex stores when he spots eighteen-year-old Natalie Farrar in aisle six. The dark haired beauty has him ensnared in the blink of an eye. The attraction between them is palpable and within minutes Jordan knows there’s nothing he won’t do to claim and keep her by his side forever.
Sin’s Temptation is Book One in the Erotic Intentions series. Each story will be a standalone full of page-melting heat courtesy of alpha men claiming their women. No cheating. No lying. No deceit. Just true love and an abundance of steam
I saw a man at the other end of the aisle eying her appreciatively. I hated the way he was eyeing her up like he was imagining doing X-rated things with her.
My response was swift. Over my dead fucking body would he ever lay one finger on her. With an urgency that startled me, I stepped forward and touched her arm.
When she looked up and our eyes connected, I lost everything.
Her beautiful blue eyes had me completely enthralled, and the world around me felt like it tipped over. The shift was thunderous. I wanted her so badly I’d have fucked her right here in aisle six if she’d said it was okay. Of course, I’d only have done so after I got rid of anyone else who might have seen her. In that instant, I knew she belonged to me.
I also knew I’d drag any motherfucker who tried to touch what was mine straight down to hell.
The color on her cheeks and the sweet way she licked her lips made my dick twitch in my pants. I ached to kiss her, to taste her sweet lips and explore her mouth. I growled low in my throat when I glanced over her shoulder and saw two more men looking at her.
Anxious to get her away from their leering, I took the suction-cup dick from her hand and tossed it down on the shelf.
“You won’t be needing that,” I rasped. “Come with me.”
“Okay,” she said breathlessly, a dreamy smile on her lips as she looked up at me. It seemed like she was as enchanted by me as I was by her.
She inched closer to me before she abruptly stopped and shook her head as if to clear it.
“Wait! I don’t—” she swallowed as her eyes darted around the store anxiously. “Who are you?”
Realizing I’d scared her, I raised my free hand and gestured reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. My name is Jordan Sinclair, and I own this store,” I explained. “I want to take you back to the office area because we need to talk.”
Just to talk, I reminded my cock. The fucker thought she was true north, and he was more than ready to go home.
Her brows rose in surprise. “As in Jordan Sinclair the owner of this chain of stores?” she asked.
My name on her lips was heaven. I didn’t know how I felt about the fact that she had clearly heard of me, though. It bothered me that she knew I owned porn stores.
“Yeah,” I admitted gruffly. “That’s me.”
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