Let's start off off by saying this was a brand new author for us and if I am being honest I started out thinking maybe that this was not my kind of read but, boy was I so wrong.

The story was filled with messed up and broken characters and some of their lives were messier than others one reeling from pain and loss and anxiety all the while feeling loss and broken and then you have the bad boy who straddles the line of no return but, deep down is a kind and caring soul with and overprotective nature.

This story was heart felt and emotional and one that had main characters that we easy to love and we loved getting to know the rest of the characters as well some deadly other teasers but, one thing for sure is they had each others backs .I loved the boys teasing of Aiken it lightened him up a bit as his temper was scary as hell
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I loved the romance that developed between Everly and Aiken and how they were drawn to one another right from the moment they met and the push and pull between them.The emotional turmoil both seem to be going through was tense at times for Aiken he was struggling to do what he though best and Everly just struggling to keep her head above water on and emotional level .The story could have turned in a totally different direction had not Aiken not fallen for Everly and become so protective of her.

Overall we loved the story with its interesting characters. I loved that it was different from anything I had read before.I loved that two people found one another when they needed each other the most even if their journey was messy and bumpy it was theirs.We love Aiken and Everly's chemistry even when they weren't burning up they sheets the heat between them was always their. One of the best thing about this story is that we saw so much personal growth for both Aiken and Everly they both came a long way from what they were in the very beginning but, one thing for sure is Aiken will always be the bad boy at heart that screams "Danger Beware " .

I am really looking forward to reading more of this series.

VANILLA & VICE 

VANILLA & VICE 

 

My sick obsession with DOMINATION and SEX had become an addiction, and I was no longer willing to be a slave to it. Now, I'm six months sex free, and I haven't tied a woman up in five. 

 

I've never felt more powerful in my life.

 

Then EDEN VAUGHN got a job at EMPIRE SEVENS and turned my newfound control on its head. She makes me feel weak--testing my restraint--silently begging me to show her how deep my ADDICTION runs. I can't have her sort of TEMPTATION in my casino, and I'll do whatever it takes to get her to quit.

 

I'm into all things DARK and FILTHY, but INNOCENCE is my kryptonite.

 

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I reached out to unzip the plastic holding my dress, but just as I did, the door to the dressing room flew open, and Dylan stood there looking back at me.

His eyes were wide with shock, as if he hadn’t expected me to be behind the door, and then they dropped from my face and slid down my body in an invisible caress.

I should have covered myself; I should have screamed at him to get out, but I didn’t move or tell him to go. The way he was looking at me, I needed that. I needed to feel beautiful and desirable.

 

 

“What are you doing here?” I watched him, his eyes a stormy blue.

His eyes devoured me, making me feel uncomfortable. If Mitchell supposedly loved me and disliked what he saw when he looked at me, then surely a man who didn’t love me would see me as even worse.

 

“The lady out front said the bathroom was the last door on the right, but I’m guessing she meant the last door on the left,” he said, not bothering to the hide the fact that he was looking at my body.

 

 

I nodded, not sure what to say.

 

 

“I should apologize and turn around and leave.”

 

I swallowed hard.

 

He didn’t leave.

 

 

Instead, he moved into the room and quietly shut the door behind him.

 

 

“But you see, there’s a problem.”

 

“What’s that?” I asked.

 

 

He reached out, running a single finger over my shoulder and down across my chest. “I can’t stop looking at you.”

 

I folded my arms across my chest now, feeling more exposed than I ever had in my life. His finger dipped into the top of my folded arms and between my breasts.

 

“You’re covering yourself like a woman who thinks she’s unattractive,” he said, moving close enough that his whispered words ruffled the hairs on the side of my face. “But the truth is, my cock’s hard just looking at you.”

 

I stiffened at his words.

 

 

No one had ever spoken to me like that. No man had ever been so brazen, saying naughty words to me in such a manner.

 

 

“How does that make you feel, Gwyn?” He moved closer, his lips skimming my earlobe and making me bite my bottom lip.

 

I should have run out, but I was half naked. And the truth was, I couldn’t move. My legs were stiff, and my feet were rooted to the spot.

 

 

“How does it make you feel knowing my cock is hard and throbbing for you?” He licked my lobe, and I shivered. “Here you are, in your white bra and panties, looking so innocent and corruptible ... what’s an evil man like me supposed to do?”

 

“You’re not evil,” I said, finally able to speak up.

 

 

My voice squeaked with my words, making me blush even harder.

 

He leaned back, his brow lifting in question. “You don’t think I’m evil?”

 

I shook my head. “Not even a little bit.”

 

“I assure you I am.” Again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against my shoulder.

 

 

As if an automatic reflex, I tilted my head to the side to give him more skin to explore.

 

 

“I’m jealous of the way the lace on your panties is riding up your curvy hips and disappearing into the sweet space between your thighs.” He kissed my shoulder once again, his breath striking the side of my neck and filling my ear. “I want to be that lace, Gwyn. I want to be resting inside your warmth.”

 

Dear God, he was good, and I was so very bad. 

 

 

Eh. Too many bad things happening to one character.