What do you think?
Rate this book
415 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 1, 2013
Trenton emerges from the middle car, a Ferrari. Add in some slow motion, a gust of wind, and an emo rock tune, and it’s like a scene out of a show on the CW.
He’s Manhattan General’s very own McDreamy—known as McFantasy here.
Okay, don’t panic, Sara. All these weapons don’t necessarily mean Mr. Merrick is going to go all Norman Bates on you.
"It’s very . . . Bruce Wayne. And Randall is like your Alfred."
I’ve read every book in J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series so I can’t help but equate these weapons with sex, control, wealth, bad boys and, well, more sex. And I’m not talking about slow, tame sex. I’m talking hot, wild, fuck-the-foreplay-I need-you-right-now kind of sex.
"Tell me how I make you feel, Sara."
I struggle to reply through my panting. "What about how I make you feel?"
"This isn’t about me,” he says, dispensing hot kisses down my neck. “I will always put you first . . . always."
"You are mine, Sara.” Determination saturates Trenton’s words, but his touch remains gentle. “No other man is allowed to touch you, not even look at you inappropriately, or so help me. Do you understand?”
"I'm taking you back to my place tonight and I'm going to show you what it's like to be made love to by a man, not screwed by some high school boy."
"No shame, no blame, no apologies, no excuses - just fix it."
“There’s no denying that our physical chemistry is off the charts, but I still refuse to be just another unnamed companion in a photograph or another notch on his bedpost.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t want me, too, Sara. I can see it in the way you look at me… how your body responds to my touch.”
“The connection I feel with Trenton is unlike anything I’ve ever felt toward anyone, unlike anything I thought possible. It’s the only time that my world slows and I feel suspended, feature light. When I wrap my arms around him, I tremble. When we kiss, we explore like it’s the first time we kissed anyone.”
“I thought that’s what happiness was–the solitude, the quiet–but now that you’re here, Sara, I’m not so sure anymore.”