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Reaching the last page in this lusty, earthy book was sweet yet sad. I wanted more time with these fascinating characters. I felt these characters bare their hearts and souls in this story. Sometimes it was so intense it was painful to watch as they hurt themselves and each other with actions or words.

Yet, this is what makes the story unique and unforgettable. I became so attached to Eva and Gideon that I actually hurt for them. I shared their pain and their joy as they fought to keep each other. I truly and wholeheartedly was amazed by this book. This is Sylvia Day at the top of her game! A hot, sexy angel to die for and a gutsy heroine make for one exciting read. Adrian is my favorite kind of hero—an alpha-male angel determined to win the heart of his heroine.

This is definitely a book for your keeper shelf. There are so many levels to this book—plots, subplots, shades of gray—it was brilliantly constructed and written. A Touch of Crimson had everything I could hope for in a book. Fantastic characters, a hunk of a leading man. It is packed with action, killer one-liners, and gripping cliffhangers.

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download only authorized editions. This one is for Nora Roberts, an inspiration and true class act. It takes passion to write a book and passion to sell it. I could write an entire book about everything I need to thank my agent Kimberly Whalen for. The Crossfire series is a massive multinational, multiformat endeavor and she never misses a trick. I had almost no room to breathe. He stared, his gaze searingly intense. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine.

I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long, leisurely licks. I pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own. He pushed away from the door. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender.

My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat. I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking. He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down.

Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet. I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Someone was behind him.

I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like. And I was late getting back to work. Leave me alone. Then he pulled down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands.

We reached the door at the same time, and when I crouched to fetch my purse, he lowered with me. He caught my chin, forcing me to look at him. I was aroused and mad and thoroughly embarrassed. I jerked my chin away. I want you so badly it hurts. In fact, the rawness of his hunger for me was a serious aphrodisiac.

Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs. I needed to get away from him. And, when my workday was done, I needed to be alone with a big glass of wine. Cross stood with me.

I set my hand over his and yanked on the handle, ducking under his arm to squeeze out the door. His secretary shoved quickly to his feet, gaping, as did the woman and two men who were waiting for Cross. I heard him speak behind me. Not wanting to make a scene, I waited until we were by the elevators to pull away. He stood calmly and hit the call button. Tell me when, then. I shivered. Take a couple days to think.

I had a late lunch with Mr. I just barely got back myself. My kickass Friday morning seemed to have happened days ago. But since I was still feeling shitty about my overly long lunch, I considered it penance and answered. It drove me nuts and it also broke my heart. Thank you. Petersen say about you tracing my phone? Petersen knows I worry about you. Is your boss treating you well? The good ones always are.

I loved it when she was happy. I wished she were happy more often. And I know Cary will love it. My mother was rarely distracted for long. I answered with my usual greeting, but it lacked its usual punch. Still taste you. Nothing is coming to mind. But I do have some friendly advice. Go spend time with a woman who salivates at your feet and makes you feel like a god.

Fuck her until neither of you can walk. Dark and Dangerous for sure. In the interim, tell me what you do like. I have a date with my vibrator.

Plus, I was having fun with him. What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B. Good night, Gideon. Grudgingly, I thought of Gideon Cross, who preferred to strip all intimacy out of the most intimate act I could imagine. He was about my age, I guessed. Average height and nicely muscular. He had unruly blond hair, soft hazel eyes, and a nose that had clearly been broken at some point.

I went to the wine fridge and pulled out a random bottle. Trey shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and rocked back on his heels, talking quietly with Cary as I uncorked and poured. Classes will resume a week from Monday. It never ceased to amaze me how much cooperation money could download. Your driver has the schedule. See you then. Do you have time for pizza Wednesday night? Spill it, Eva. You looked stressed. How did you two meet? In an old-school way.

He seemed great, and he obviously digs you. Is he studying photography? But forget about Trey for a minute. Get it out. Never even crossed my mind. And meet with Dr. Turn it over to her shrink. Do you still love it?

Come on, Eva. What happened? I wanted his take on it all. I lifted my head to look at him, and found him bright-eyed and biting his lip. What are you thinking? Just tell him what you want. What did I want? Aside from the obvious? Boil it down. Even a guy I take home from a bar has more going for him than that. Come here often? What are you drinking? Like to dance? Do you work around here? I get it. Hit a bar. His clothes—black jeans and turtleneck—were more upscale, which intrigued me.

What he handed me was a business card made from papyrus paper and printed with a gilded font that caught the light of the electric signage around us. I made a mental note to hang on to it as a great piece of print advertising. Cary squinted down at the lettering, having a few more drinks in him than I did. The line to get in was long, extending down the street and around the corner.

We were shown to a small seating area by the balcony and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas. Enjoy your evening. Hanging out with my best girl and crushing on a new hunk in my life. Paired with black leather pants and spiked wristlets, it made him look sexy and wild.

I tried to think of a way I could help. Two guys stopped by our table. I glanced at Cary, and then back at the guys. They looked like brothers and they were very attractive. Nice to meet you. I seriously thought about it.

I watched them all go, my heart racing. My gaze slid over him. I loved the look on him and was attracted to the softness it gave him, even though I knew it was only an illusion. He was a hard man in a lot of ways. That he wanted to skip past the getting-to-know-you stage and jump straight into bed?

So damn sexy. Is that a general like of the overall package? Or just the clothes? Only the sweater? I looked away. It was a lot easier talking about masturbation over the phone. Doing it while squirming under that piercing blue stare was mortifying. I glared at him, even though I was mad at myself for caring either way. I own this club, Eva. A pretty waitress set two pinkish-colored iced drinks in square tumblers on the table.

Two Stoli Elit and cranberries. Can I get you anything else? My nerves tingled. The working of his throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to me. All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside me abruptly became too much to contain. Shocked by the fury of my reaction, I wrenched away, gasping. Gideon followed, nuzzling the side of my face, his lips brushing over my ear.

Setting his drink down, he shifted on the sofa and drew a knee up onto the cushion between us so that he faced me directly. Your credit card popped and your drinks were recorded. And Cary Taylor is listed on the rental agreement for your apartment.

No way. My cell phone. My credit card. My fucking apartment. Between my mother and Gideon, I felt claustrophobic. I pounded it, draining the tumbler.

My stomach churned for a moment, then settled. He took my glass and set it aside, then warmed my chilled hands with his. Yes, it is. My mom stalks me, too, and she sees a shrink. Do you have a shrink?

I could hear the blood rushing past my eardrums. Not for what you used it for! That has to violate some kind of privacy law. Is that so fucking hard for people to do nowadays? And he was crazy rich, which made even old, bald, and paunchy guys attractive. His gaze darted over my face. Because of me? I arranged it.

So why do it? Why not wait until Monday lunch? A problem? I knew that was a lot of the appeal for him. Clearly, those were a sticking point with him. You separate it from friendship, work. Okay, here are my thoughts. My job is priority number one and my personal life— as a single woman—is a close second. Have it with me. I shoved his shoulder. As bizarre as this conversation must be for him, Gideon was taking it seriously.

I feel devalued. A sizzling, predatory glimmer sparked in his eyes as I bared my weakness for him. I need an equal exchange in my sexual relationships. Or to have the upper hand. Tell me how to get around it. What was that for? And incite.

In self-defense, I tugged my hand back to my lap. All right? His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.

His hands slid down to cup the backs of my thighs. Squeezing gently, he tugged me just a little bit closer. His tongue wet his lips in an action so carnal and suggestive I could almost feel the caress on my skin. An unwelcome ache developed in my chest and I rubbed at it.

Because I wanted him enough to take a calculated risk and break my own rules. I took comfort in knowing he was breaking some of his own, too. After a long, hot shower, I made my way into the living room and found Cary on the couch with his netbook, looking fresh and alert.

He pointed at a box on the end table. As I studied the gift, I found it very apt. I was in uncharted territory that was both exciting and scary. I glanced at Cary, who eyed the bottle dubiously. It tasted like sickly sweet cough syrup. My stomach quivered in distaste for a moment and then heated. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shoved the cork back into the empty bottle.

I already felt a little steadier. On the back Gideon had written Call me in bold slashing penmanship and jotted down a number. I took the card, curling my hand around it. His gift was proof that he was thinking about me. His tenacity and focus were seductive. There was no denying I was in trouble where Gideon was concerned. I craved the way I felt when he touched me, and I loved the way he responded when I touched him back.

No strings, no expectations, no responsibilities. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was ten thirty. Of the goddess persuasion. The doorman smiled as we stepped outside—me in heeled sandals and a maxi dress, and Cary in hip-hugging jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Will you need a cab today? She enjoyed it so much I plan to make it a tradition. Crossing the entrance threshold was like taking a vacation on the far side of the world.

Every arched doorway was framed by lushly vibrant striped silks, while jeweled pillows decorated elegant chaises and oversized armchairs. Small decorative fountains added the sounds of running water, while stringed instrumental music was piped into the room via cleverly hidden speakers.

Stanton, have you met Gideon Cross? He knew damn well my mom went nuts over any news about my romantic—and not-so-romantic, as the case may be— relationships. My mother, who sat in the chair on the other side of me, leaned forward with her usual girlish excitement over a rich, handsome man. How could you not tell me something like that? Clearly the latter won out with you.

By the time my massage appointment came around, I was in desperate need of one. I stretched out on the table and closed my eyes, preparing to take a catnap to get through the long night ahead. I loved dressing up and looking pretty as much as the next girl, but charity functions were a lot of work.

I sighed. Who was I fooling?

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Taking a deep breath, I consciously relaxed. I made a mental note to call my dad when I got home and thought about how to send a thank-you note to Gideon for the hangover cure. I supposed I could e-mail him using the contact info on his business card, but that lacked class. Why not?

The door opened and the masseuse came in. You ready? But I was getting there. I used the time alone to call Gideon. How did he have my name and number in his contact list? Call the desk, Eva.

Somewhat dazed, I went to the intercom and talked to the front desk, letting them know I was expecting him, and while I was talking, he walked into the lobby. A few moments after that, he was at my door. It was then that I remembered I was dressed in only a thigh-length silk robe, and my face and hair were styled for the dinner.

What kind of impression would he get from my appearance? I tightened the belt of my robe before I let him in. Gideon stood in the hallway for a long moment, his gaze raking me from my head down to my French-manicured toes. I was equally stunned by his appearance. The way he looked in worn jeans and a T-shirt made me want to undress him with my teeth.

Thanks to you. You look beautiful, Eva. Way too vulnerable. I checked, knowing your mother would be there.

There was a dangerous purr to his voice that sent a shiver through me. I could feel the warmth of his big, hard body and smell the richly masculine scent of his skin. I was falling under his spell, deeper with every minute that passed. His tongue did that slow, savoring licking that made me long to feel him doing the same between my legs. My hands went to his hair, sliding through it, tugging. When he wrapped his arms around me, I arched, curving into his hands.

Oh, God. My gaze darted frantically to the clock on the cable box. His other hand continued to plump my breasts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive. Plush and pink. So soft. My back bowed as I clenched eagerly around him.

How long has it been since the last time you were fucked? I had my thesis, then job hunting and moving. I was near mindless with the need for an orgasm.

Gideon was breathing hard, too. For me. His hand at my breast moved to my cheek and brushed over it. I want you to feel my cum in you, so you think about how I looked and the sounds I made when I pumped it into you.

In that moment he owned me. And he knew it. Searing pleasure pulsed through me. Through the roaring of blood in my ears, I thought I heard him speak hoarsely, but I lost the words when he hooked one of my legs over the back of the couch and covered my cleft with his mouth. Then his tongue speared into me and I bit my lip to bite back a scream.

I came a second time, my body quaking violently, tender muscles tightening desperately around his decadent licking.

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His growl vibrated through me. I was boneless as he straightened my leg and still breathless when he pressed kisses up my belly to my breasts. He licked each of my nipples, then hauled me up with his arms banded around my back. I hung lax and pliable in his grip while he took my mouth with suppressed violence, bruising my lips and betraying how close to the edge he was. He closed my robe, then stood, staring down at me.

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I caught you. I missed my father. Now his home in Oceanside was the entire country away. But you need to make sure you have some downtime, too. Go out, be young, have fun. But not too much fun. Cary and I went clubbing, and I woke up with a mean hangover. As much as I miss SoCal, Manhattan is really awesome.

Beautiful, charming, and obsessivecompulsive. I thought my dad might still love my mom. That was one of the reasons I never told him about what happened to me. What are your plans for the rest of the weekend? Sleeping in late, hanging out in my pajamas all day, maybe some movies and food delivery of some sort.

Be careful at work, okay? I worry about you, too. Bye, baby. You just got a new one when you moved. Be good. I sat for a few moments in the ensuing silence, feeling like everything was right in my world, which never lasted long. I brooded on that for minute; then Cary cranked up Hinder on his bedroom stereo and that kicked my butt into gear. I hurried to my room to get ready for a night with Gideon. Dressed in his new Brioni tux, he was both debonair and dashing, and certain to attract attention.

It hung on one shoulder, cut diagonally across my cleavage, had ruching to the hip, and then split at my right upper thigh all the way down my leg. Otherwise, the back was bared to just above the crack of my butt in a racy V-cut. In his own way, Cary could give Gideon a run for his money. The intercom buzzed and I jumped, making me realize how nervous I was.

I looked at Cary. They love me. And you landed him. Enjoy yourself. Pushing onto my tiptoes, I kissed his cheek. I love you. Take your time. Oh, Gideon. The image broke my heart. His mother went on to marry Christopher Vidal, a music executive, and had two more children, Christopher Vidal Jr. I saw that my mom had been right—they were all brunettes. The woman who appeared with him most often bore the hallmarks of a Hispanic heritage.

She was taller than me, willowy rather than curvy. I knew that all the answers I wanted were waiting for me in the next room. Leaving my bedroom, I took the hallway to the living room. My heart rate kicked up. His gaze was unfocused and his mouth grim. His crossed arms betrayed an inherent unease, as if he were out of his element. He looked remote and removed, a man who was inherently alone. He sensed my presence, or maybe he felt my yearning.

He pivoted, then went very still. I took the opportunity to drink him in, my gaze sliding all over him. He looked every inch the powerful magnate. So sensually handsome my eyes burned just from looking at him. And the way he looked at me. He caught up my hand and lifted it to his mouth. His gaze was intense— intensely hot, intensely focused.

I was instantly aroused. You look amazing. I tucked your gloss into your clutch. He pulled my hair out from underneath it and the feel of his hands at my neck so distracted me, I barely paid attention when Cary pushed my gloves into my hands. The elevator ride to the lobby was an exercise in surviving acute sexual tension. I feel pretty pissed as I'm reading the book..

Super frustrating! And couldn't agree more on "Cli And couldn't agree more on "Clingy non chemistry sex fucking not love making is so not I apologize in advance. I actually spent an hour typing out a review, hit post, then decided to scrap the entire thing and start over because I didn't want to subject you all to my extreme ranty side that comes when I am so wrapped up in the negative that I fail to see the positive.

The sarcasm was out in full force tonight. There were to be no fun headers or witty scripts. It was just a rant-o-rama with a side of 'fetch me my gun. In case you forgot, your memory will be refreshed until your mind has been beaten into submission and you are able to recite details about his person for memory. This one is actually sort of a plus-minus for me. I like being refreshed as long as we're not consumed with repetitiveness. Negative Number 1 : The first half of the book probably contained more romance cliches than any romance book I've read in a while.

My all time non-favorite showed up in this status update. I was also not-vibing over Gideon using the word "milked" in reference to what a girl part does to a boy part.

That is romance lingo - not actually something a MAN would ever say. Negative Number 2 : The story was all over the place. There was more running away and then return makeup-fucking than needed for one book.

Compare this book to putting every single kidnap scene from the Kristen Ashley Dream Man series in one book oh snap I did go there, guess the snark didn't fully go away.

That's how much running and re-coupling happened. Negative Number 3 : Gideon was a controlling jackass. Alpha is fine.

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Protective is fine. Controlling is not fine. I didn't think Eva's counter-reacting was enough of a get-out-of-jail-free card for his behavior. Her little games with Gideon to prove that she knew what he was up to were just that - games. Negative Number 4 : The story could have been stronger overall. It equals "hell yeah, that was an enjoyable chapter 3, 7, 14, and 29" I don't actually recall which chapters had the hot sex, but you get my point.

I hated that we didn't really get to start learning more about why our characters needed therapy and healing until the end of the book. I could have used a few more breadcrumbs of substance to balance out all of the extreme obsessing and jealousy issues. Just a few! I managed to point out my negatives without turning this review into a hate-filled rant. Overall, the book was alright with a few glaring issues. I do find myself more invested than I was with book 1 which felt like a better-written version of Fifty and left me underwhelmed , so I'll probably give book 3 a shot.

The first few "extreme drama" books that I read were fun before it got old, fast. When the trend started, the style was new and different - it quickly became the kind of story which made us raise an eyebrow and excitedly start comparing notes with our friends about what the hell was going on. Now it's just turned into a free-for-all of storytelling which has become prone to an over-saturation of carnal obsession and unwise decisions.

What happened to smart characters and engaging stories? How are we falling for this recurring story of ultimate dominance wrapped up in a smooth-talking, panty-dropping package?He reached my jeans first and stepped on the cuff, pinning them to the floor.

Dangerously casual with those assessing eyes. I looked hot. They could figure it out by themselves.

What he handed me was a business card made from papyrus paper and printed with a gilded font that caught the light of the electric signage around us. She shrugged, but I could see it bothered her. The beautifully tailored tux hugged his broad shoulders and emphasized the length of his legs. I started to cringe, then straightened up.

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