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Series: Bound and Broken Series

Author: Rebecca Shea

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

 

 

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Title: Broken By Lies

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

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I had no idea how much I would love Alex the day he walked into my life. He changed everything. The way I breathed. The way I thought. The way I loved. He brought me back to life. He gave me strength and a safe place to land. And then he broke me.   Finding Emilia was a chance to do something good for once in my life. I wanted to change. She believed I was her savior. I ached to be. She found her way into my heart and claimed it as her safe place. I should be telling her the truth about me…instead I break her with lies.

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Title: Bound By Lies

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

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Torn between two men; one was what I needed, the other was what I wanted. One man was safe and the other was dangerous. But both men would lay down their lives to save me. ATF agent Sam Cortez is fighting to bring down the Estrada family empire, which was built on murder and corruption. Alex Estrada did what was needed to keep me safe…and paid with his life. Starting over as I try to rebuild my life, it’s clear that the past is never what it seems. What no one knew was that we were all bound by lies.  

 

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Title: Betrayed by Lies

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

  About BETRAYED BY LIES:

 

From the USA Today bestselling author of the Unbreakable series, comes a sexy, heart-wrenching novel…Betrayed by Lies. As an ATF agent, bringing down the Estrada cartel has been my sole mission. I’m a skilled agent, determined and fearless, but a relentless pursuit and a willingness to risk everything almost killed me. A year later, when an opportunity in Los Angeles presents itself, I jump at the chance to start over and rebuild the career and life I almost lost. Kate Stevens was not part of my new plan. I never expected she would be the one to save me from my past. She was exactly what I needed—smart, beautiful and independent. I finally have a future I look forward to. Only nothing in my life ever goes according to plan. Losing Kate is not an option, but fate seems poised to ruin me, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.

 

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Chancing a quick glance over my shoulder, I hear the squeaky hinges of a door opening just as I run square into the person exiting. I startle and try to step back as I begin apologizing profusely, but firm hands grip my shoulders, not allowing me to move.

 

“I’m so sorry,” I gasp. The keycard falls from my hand and lands at the feet of the man I nearly ran over. Looking down, my eyes take in his expensive black shoes, the keycard resting on the ground just in front of him.

 

His hands release my shoulders, and I lunge for the keycard, but he’s too quick, reaching down and picking it up before I can get to it. His tan fingers wrap around the cheap plastic as he stands up. In shock for a moment, I finally pull myself up and meet his amber eyes.

 

“Are you okay?” He narrows his honey-colored eyes on me, and I take in his gray dress pants, black shirt, no tie. His hair is short, but slightly wispy on top—a little messy, not perfectly in place. His skin is golden brown, as if he’s been on a tropical vacation. His tan skin makes those amber eyes pop against his dark eyelashes. His square jaw is sprinkled with just enough hair to show he hasn’t shaved today, but it’s his dimples that take my breath away. He’s so well put together I’d guess he was in his thirties. He may be the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but he screams money, power—danger.

 

“Are you okay?” he asks again, tilting his head at me as I drink him in.

 

“Oh, um…yes, sorry…just nervous.” I look away from him and down to my fidgeting hands.

 

He glances behind me at the men on the sidewalk and then back to me as if piecing things together. “Are they harassing you?” He gestures with his head.

 

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m just tired. It’s been a really long day. I’m sorry I bumped into you,” I say timidly. I extend my hand, palm up in an unspoken gesture for him to return my keycard. My hand shakes as he looks between the card in his hand and me. His thumb flicks at the little yellow sticky note before he turns around and walks toward the door marked one hundred forty-three. He inserts the keycard and pushes the door open, holding it for me.

 

 

My heart stammers in my chest as I approach cautiously. I notice the expensive watch on his wrist, which peeks out from his dress shirt, and the light, luxurious smell of what can only be designer cologne. The scent paralyzes me—so intoxicating that I want to press my face to his neck and breathe him in.

 

 

Everything inside me—my good sense, my gut—screams at me not to walk toward that door, but I go against my better judgment. In three quick strides, I’m standing at the open door to my motel room as his amber eyes follow me. Brushing against him, I slide by and reach for the lights on the wall just inside the door. Only a small bedside lamp illuminates the room. I notice the musty smell as I glance around at the old furniture.

 

 

“Close this door and lock it,” he says, pulling the keycard from the door. He steps just over the threshold and into the room, reaching out to me with the keycard. “Don’t open this door for anybody. Understand?”

 

I swallow hard and nod. His fingers are warm against my palm as he places the keycard in my hand. My fingers instinctively close and trap his hand in mine. Rooted in place, he scans the room as if searching for something or someone. With no other words of warning or even a goodbye, he pulls his hand free and steps back through the door, closing it behind him with a loud bang.

 

 

 

About Rebecca Shea:

 

 

Rebecca Shea is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Unbreakable series, including: Unbreakable, Undone, and Unforgiven, and the Bound and Broken series, including: Broken by Lies, Bound by Lies & Betrayed by Lies. As well as standalone novels, Dare Me and Fault Lines. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her family. From the time Rebecca could read she has had a passion for books. Rebecca spends her days working and her nights writing, bringing stories to life. Born and raised in Minnesota, Rebecca moved to Arizona in 1999 to escape the bitter winters. When not working or writing, she can be found on the sidelines of her sons football games, or watching her daughter at ballet class. Rebecca is fueled by insane amounts of coffee, margaritas, Laffy Taffy (except the banana ones), and happily ever afters. Sign-up for Rebecca Shea's newsletter here: http://tinyurl.com/h8mfya2

 

 

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DNF at 21% Mark

Nope.. How can I say this? It just was not good. It was so bad that yes, I recognized early on, all the signs that point to It's not gonna get any better for me

It mainly was the chick and her simpleton POV. But it was also how everything here just came off as majorly forced & not all that intriguing for me.

So I had to stop the madness before the madness got to me. #shrugs

This book had so much potential! I really liked the first 30% or so, but after that I just felt very frustrated because it could have been so much more!

We have Brayden who moves back to his small hometown because his grandmother asks him to. She is having trouble providing for herself and Brayden’s cousin, Emma. So Brayden reluctantly moves back. He was severely bullied in high school and is not looking forward to being the outcast once again. After he is settled he goes looking for a job. He finds himself one at a bar. He then meets the hot owner, Jenner. Jenner is instantly smitten with Brayden, but doubts Brayden is gay. When he is so sexually frustrated he can’t take it anymore he goes to his favorite BDSM club to blow off some steam. He finds himself extremely surprised to see a very familiar figure among the slave boys there. Jenner knows he has to have Brayden, so he claims him for himself that evening and the two have a hot, but anonymous, encounter. Anonymous because everyone is wearing a mask, although Jenner recognized Brayden easily. Not the case for Brayden, who has no idea who his hot master for that night was. But the truth is revealed mere days later when Brayden spots Jenner’s tattoo on his chest. The two agree that they want to continue their master/slave arrangement and it is not long before they fall in love…

Why why why why wasn’t this book better?! It had great characters and a very promising and interesting storyline, but sadly enough it did not live up to its potential.
What bothered me the most was that their master/slave roles were not consistent. Brayden was cheeky and at times very rude to Jenner. And Jenner let most of it just slide. It was very confusing. They were just being equals and all of sudden Jenner is the master and Brayden the slave again. And it was not that they were master/slave behind closed doors and equals in public. No, it just came and went wherever they were. And I was very surprised that I was still thinking about these two as just in the beginning of their relationship, where I thought it was still just sex, and suddenly the I-love-you’s were there! They were in a serious relationship right from the start. But isn’t there some insecurity along the way? The whole, I-am-not sure-you-feel-the-same-way…? Nope, these two just skipped that part.
Before starting I was very excited to see this book was longer than most books. I was hoping for some major depth here! But nope… not much going on in that department.
These guys spent most of their time explaining their master/slave relationship to other people. That was a bit boring and unnecessary. I wanted to read about Brayden getting better training as a slave! He had no idea how to behave like one… It was just confusing. They were supposed to play their roles.. not change them when they seemed fit…

I still enjoyed it, because Brayden and Jenner were still great, but it could have been a fantastic book, not just enjoyable.

The writing was weird. Clinical, impersonal, something. Maybe it was the present tense. Either way, I somehow fancied that I must have accidentally stumbled upon the police report version of the story, and after that, I kept half-expecting there to be a dramatic murder.

I'm actually finding it supremely hard to like the characters. It's weird. It feels like the author's trying to subvert stereotypes, but is actually inadvertently perpetuating them instead. The impersonal air does allow the author to do deconstructions and more philosophical explorations in-text, though not entirely elegantly.

One thing that surprised me was the presence of alcohol at the Masquerade at the Manse. It's a BDSM event, right? Yes, the entire thing is a whole huge BDSM event. Something something ease newcomers into lifestyle something something. ...okay? I mean, I thought the no-alcohol-and-scening logic most other things have is very sound, so the fact that we got Brady -- excuse me, Braydy -- chugging beers was, well, weird.

And then, of course, they go into scene.

It's funny because the owner (richy rich guy whose last name, of course, has to be Davenport) apparently has a ton of Dungeon Monitors on patrol, to, you know, make sure no problems arise, but it's okay for Jenner here to be downing tequila shots.

...I mean...I guess it's okay (for the MCs at least)...? I mean, all they kind of really do is kind of have some kind of bondage sex?



20% in and I've given myself the beginnings of a headache from making faces and semi-cringing at the writing.


I tried to push on.

I got bored.

DNF @24%

0 stars. Review completed January 27, 2014

Bound by Lies fails miserably. Geez, what an awful book. It's among the worst books I've ever read.






Heaven help me. I am so wrong about his eyes. They aren't brown. They are the intense green of rough seas, turbulent and luring with depths that I might never be able to swim out of. And Lord, do I want to swim in them. Naked.

His voice sinks into my skin like a bite, sending heat into my blood.

A deep sadness fills me like rust-colored water into an empty glass vase when I realize the answer is yes.
I turn my back to him and slip on the jacket, transferring my heels from hand to hand. The inside of it is warm, and his scent brushes up my neck to my nose in a soft caress. God, I could lose myself in his smell and this warmth. I almost believe that this jacket is bulletproof.

He straddles the motorbike and it seems to sigh under him.

The motorbike growls to life under him like a waking lion.

My limbs work of their own volition, moving me towards him like a ship returning to harbor. 



And all I can think about is this beautiful man and how right it will feel to get very, very naked with him. Every second without him inside me, every inch of air between our bodies is a tragedy. 

It sure is a tragedy that I even considered reading this book. *shudder*

My stomach pains as if someone is wringing it in their hands. 



My insides shatter and I am liquid stars. Unable to support myself anymore, I start to fall like dust and ash returning to the ground. But I don't land. I smell wood smoke and home as he cradles me in his arms. I feel myself floating and floating. Then the softness of the mattress underneath me. 





At first it is just a press, his soft lips, tasting of sweet grapes and rosemary, touching mine. It is butterflies and falling leaves and it makes my skin tingle like those sparkles of sunlight that dance upon a babbling brook. 

Yep, who's babbling here?

I feel a small wet line all the way in my belly. Then he sucks, starting an energy in me like the distant rumble of earth under hooves. 



His tongue teases my mouth and at my heart, coaxing it to open for him like a flower. I part my lips for him and he enters me with his tongue. Like a jolt of electricity, I awake. My body lights with fire, aching, consuming fire. I begin to move with him, searching for his taste, exploring his lips and his mouth, tilting my head so our breaths can fuse even more. 



On his face I see an inner tragedy play out. 

My review won't crush this book cos the author sure as hell took care of that herself. Tons of atrocious style blossoms and cheese suffocated Bound by Lies. It's safe to say that Hanna Peach didn't make me feel peachy at all. Again, I do love flowery writing when it's done right. The writing in Bound by Lies, however, is disastrous. The author tried way, way too hard to wax lyrical and in the end failed miserably. Everything felt incredibly awkward and embarrassing. Excuse me but is this a bad joke? Also, the constant switch between past and present didn't facilitate a smooth flow of the plot. And I couldn't for the life of me connect with the shallow and absolutely trivial main protagonists, either. Oh my, I had to deal with yet another whiny and dumb heroine. Concept, storyline (what storyline?) and execution are less than 'blah', and don't get me started on the BDSM elements and the silly sex scenes. Honestly, there is no nice way to say it. Nothing, absolutely nothing, worked out for me. Bound by Lies is a terribly bad read. I'm sorry for being harsh but this book should never have seen the light of day.

And we rock. He moves faster. And I swear my underwear is just going to burn away from all this heat and friction. My head and my body are almost hurting from all this pressure inside. God, I just need him. 

God, my head and stomach are hurting, too. If I had bought a paperback I would have burned the book. *facepalm*



A shot of heat hits the back of my eyeballs and I look away before I start to cry.

The love on his face cracks open the shell of pain across his features when he realizes what I am doing. 



Oh, and please, no more kitten. No. More. I. Mean. It.



"Kitten, I want to make love to you."
"Yes," I cry. The aching need under my skin crackles like electricity. 

Yes, I'm going to stop this whole nonsense now. DNF at 40 %. I want my money back.






P.S. Bound by Lies was a total PITA. And while I felt the need to hit my head on my table, I couldn't help doing this…



READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.