Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Dirty Deeds, Book 2 (Interconnected Standalone)
Heat Level: Off The Charts
As a huge fan of dirty talking, filthy in bed but utterly and relentlessly wrapped up in his woman hero’s, you can bet that I LOVED this book. Jaimie (Loser) & Tori (Legs) captured my attention in Hit The Spot and so I could not wait for their story in this book.
I want to say that this book is a semi-quasi enemies to lovers book but in reality I think ot was more a case of Tori not wanting to admit her attraction to Jamie than hating him.
From the very beginning I was drawn into this book and J Daniels writing really invested me in wanting to know if Jamie can win Tori over, how he would do it and if it would be as explosive as the tension that was progressively being built between these two. I thoroughly loved the bickering, oneupmanship and undercurrent of sexual tension.
Jamie was just the right kind of deliciousness that I have come to expect from a J Daniels alpha. But if you have not met one, Jamie is arrogant, cocky, dirty talking, filthy loving, hidden heart of gold, drop dead gorgeous and an alphahole. But when he see’s his girl, his determination to win her over and make her his is unwavering. He is genuine in the feelings that he shares, even if they are to rile Tori. I fell in love with the way that he handled his honesty and drew another side out of Tori.
While Tori is a bit more guarded but no less spunky in her attitude. She is determined to protect herself from being hurt again, even at the detriment of her own want. There is no denying the attraction she feels but the to and fro of a relationship was a bit of a see-saw. But when she let her guard down, her true nature shone through. But when she stepped up to the plate to play the game, I really wasn’t expecting the things that she pulled out of the bag.
And as expected, this book had me smiling and chuckling at the dialogue and interactions between the chatacters. The stuff that J Daniels drops out of her characters mouths is pure gold. It makes me as a reader feel a connection with the characters as I think about how I would totally love to be friends with this bunch. And really as a reader, when an author gives you the connection and invests you in the story, it is a book that I love. J Daniels does it everytime for me.
I have read a lot of sex scenes by J Daniels at this point and let me tell you it never get’s old or overused. It is was hot as hell with heaps of dirty talking and filthy loving. It also didn’t hurt that Prince Albert was involved!
So really readers, if you want a romance book that will keep you glued to the pages, invested in it working out, great writing, witty banter, sassy chicks and alphahole dudes, check this one out. Hope to see more of the gang soon *cough* Stitch *cough*
Is this love or just a game?
Tori Rivera thinks Jamie McCade is rude, arrogant, and worst of all . . . the sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on. His reputation as a player is almost as legendary as his surfing skills. No matter how her body heats up when he’s around, she’s determined not to be another meaningless hookup.
Jamie McCade always gets what he wants. The sickest wave. The hottest women. And Tori, with her long legs and smart mouth, is definitely the hottest one. He knows Tori wants him-hell, most women do-but she won’t admit it. After months of chasing and one unforgettable kiss, it’s time for Jamie to raise the stakes.
Jamie promises that soon Tori won’t just want him in her bed, she’ll be begging for it-and he might be right. Somehow he’s found the spot in her heart that makes her open up like never before. But with all she knows about his past, can she really trust what’s happening between them? Is Jamie playing for keeps or just playing to win?
Tori slapped the counter and gained everyone’s attention when she started yelling, “I did not run you over, Jamie! Jesus Christ! Quit spreading lies about me!”
“It ain’t lies if it’s true!” I yelled back, glaring at her.
A laugh bubbled in her throat. She tilted her head and stuck her hand on her hip. “Please. I’m sure you’re still able to bang everything with a pulse, as usual, which means you’re fine. Get over it, and grow some balls. I cried less when I watched Bambi the first time.”
“Who’s hungry?” Syd asked nonchalantly, moving behind her friend to round the island and stand near the stove.
I ignored her question because, what the fuck? Grow some balls?
“I gotta pair, babe,” I told Legs, reaching down and palming my shit. “You should know since you’ve been all up on ’em the past nine months.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re disgusting.”
I felt my mouth twitch.
And that was when, for some fucked up reason, I reverted back to my old ways with Tori Rivera, forgetting all about how much I fucking hated her and instead going full-on, hell-bent determined to get an admission out of that smart-ass mouth.
“You want it,” I countered, tipping my chin up.
She wasn’t expecting that. No more than I was. It threw her off.
Her shoulders pulled back and her lips parted.
Then, maybe to cover her tell, or maybe she didn’t have control over what was flying out of her mouth either, I didn’t know, but she brought her other hand to her hip, glared at me with heat flashing in her eyes, tipped forward, and shot back with attitude, “You want it.”
Well shit. This was new. Legs was challenging me and she was doing it flirting. There was no doubt in my mind.
“Sorry, babe,” I said, keeping the smirk and letting go of my junk. “Not interested. I told you yesterday, I’m done waitin’ around. But you?” I pointed my beer at her. “You’ll be beggin’ for it before the month is up. Just watch.”
“Fat chance,” she snapped. “I wouldn’t sleep with you if my life depended on it.”
“What’s going on right now?” Syd called out, but I wasn’t pausing to answer her.
I smiled at Tori, then gestured between us, explaining, “First one to break and come crawling to the other person for sex, loses.”
“Are you serious?” She laughed, not in amusement but in disbelief.
“Yeah, I’m serious,” I answered.
“You want to bet me that I’ll want to have sex with you before you try and have sex with me?” she questioned, moving her finger between us. “You, the guy who has been hitting on me for nine straight months and has been rejected for nine straight months? You seriously think I’ll not only want to have sex with you, but I’ll beg you for it? Is that what I just heard?”
I nodded slowly. I had this in the bag. “A rule. No fuckin’ anyone unless it’s each other.”
Her eyes bugged.
“And no masturbating either,” I added, raising my beer and using it to gesture. “Since we both know when you do it you’re thinkin’ about me, and if you’re that fuckin’ horny you need to rub one out or you’ll fuckin’ explode, you can come to me, Legs, beg, and I’ll put that fire out for you.”
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About J Daniels
J. Daniels is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series and the Alabama Summer series. She loves curling up with a good book, drinking a ridiculous amount of coffee, and writing stories her children will never read. Daniels grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family.