Hey, everyone, today I'm really excited to be a part of the "Reveal Me" blog tour! Read on for some more information on this novella and the rest of this scorching series by Jennifer Probst!
BOOK INFORMATION:
REVEAL ME by Jennifer Probst is LIVE! You can read it for FREE on KindleUnlimited.
Grab it on Amazon: http://bit.ly/Revea
A Special Crossover Release with Laura Kaye’s Theirs to Take.
A New Book in Blasphemy Series:
Two Hot Fantasies. One Night at Blasphemy.
What’s your secret desire for one perfect night?
Welcome to the mysterious FANTA-C agency where everything, and anything goes…
REVEAL ME:
One Masquerade Ball.
One Chance to Reveal Secret Desires.
One Fiery Encounter.
One Shot at Love.
Are you ready to reveal all?
A Man Who Knows What He Wants…
Leonardo Sinclair never expects to fall for the fierce yet vulnerable woman he meets at his friend’s masquerade party, or for her to disappear without a trace. When his cousins sign him up with the mysterious FANTA-C agency and he finds her back in his bed, this time Leo’s not about to let her go. But can he convince her she’s safe to reveal every hidden part of her soul before he loses her again?
A Woman Ready to Explore her Desires…
Scarlett Rose has never been tempted to explore her wilder side, but after years of being humiliated and emotionally abused by her ex, she’s finally ready to embrace her true self. Safely hidden behind a mask, she attends a ball held in the famous Blasphemy club and meets a man who not only embraces, but demands her complete surrender. Once the mask is stripped away, will she be brave enough to trust him? Or will fear of reliving the past keep her from a whole new future?
CATCH ME (Steele Brothers series, #1)
Amazon: http://bit.ly/CatchMeA
PLAY ME (Steele Brothers series, #2)
Amazon: http://bit.ly/PlayMeAMZ
DARE ME (Steele Brothers series, #3)
Amazon: http://bit.ly/DareMeAM
BEG ME (Steele Brothers series, #4)
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:
BIO:
Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.
She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.
She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.
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Thanks to the author, publisher, and InkslingerPR for my copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
Wow, this novella was smokin' hot! Hopefully you know going in that "Reveal Me" is a notch or two higher on the steam-o-meter compared to Jennifer Probst's usual brand of contemporary romance, otherwise, you could be in for a bit of a shock!
If you enjoy your erotica with a focus on BDSM, you will most likely enjoy this book. Even if BDSM is not really your thing - and I must confess, it's not really mine - you still might enjoy this book. Compared to some others in this genre, I found the writing to be superior and the connection between the two main characters believable. And to be honest, that is exactly what I hoped for when I requested to be a part of this blog tour. After quite a few misses in the BDSM department, I was not eager to try another, but since this was Probst, I thought maybe I could make an exception. I'm glad I did, because "Reveal Me" is probably the first BDSM book to actually work for me.
Leo and Scarlett have an obvious connection from their first meeting at the masquerade. I enjoyed how Leo probed into the details of Scarlett's past relationship in order to get to know her on a deeper level. They both believe that they will be together for one night only, but it is also difficult for either of them to forget the connection they formed in such a short time. This is where the Fanta-C agency comes in, although the details surrounding this are rather vague. It would have been nice to have a bit more explanation regarding this mysterious matchmaking agency, although perhaps if I'd read the novellas in order rather than reading the fifth one first, I might have more of an idea of how Fanta-C operates and fits into the setting. Then again, perhaps the author withheld these details deliberately - it's hard to have a "mysterious" agency if there's no mystery, right?
In short, if you're a fan of Jennifer Probst's writing and are willing to heat things up significantly with your fall reads, then "Reveal Me" is for you. I can't wait to check out the rest of the novellas in this series!
My rating: 4 stars
In short, if you're a fan of Jennifer Probst's writing and are willing to heat things up significantly with your fall reads, then "Reveal Me" is for you. I can't wait to check out the rest of the novellas in this series!
My rating: 4 stars
My blood pounds through my body, my heart beating so hard that I can feel the pressure not only against my ribs, but against the wall behind me. My lips are parted, my breath coming in shaky gasps.
He’s only inches away, so close I could reach out and touch that famous, gorgeous face. His eyes, as deep and blue as the summer sky, roam over me. He eases closer, moving slowly, his face reflecting a hunger that sends shivers through me.
Once again, my mind conjures the image of a hungry wolf. Only now I’m thinking that maybe getting eaten wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Besides, I’m here. Might as well enjoy it.
Then, of course, I remember exactly what it is.
Oh, God.
His fingertip brushes my forehead, and I almost jump out of my skin. I meet his eyes, see something that looks like irritation, and want to kick myself. I need to focus, dammit.
“You were somewhere else.” He speaks flatly, as if he’s working to keep all emotion out.
I shake my head, conjuring a lie. “I’m right here.” And then, because I’ve seen movies with call girls, I put my hand flat on his chest, trying to seem seductive. He’s wearing a gray T-shirt, and I can feel his heart beating beneath the planes of his muscled chest.
I read somewhere that he was getting in shape to play a superhero in an upcoming movie. And kudos to whoever’s orchestrating that transformation, because this guy is rock solid.
He’s still looking at me, and I fist my hand in the material of his shirt, needing an anchor against the storm of emotion I see playing out on his face. Desire. Hunger. Longing. Regret.
And pain. I see so much damn pain that I have to fight the urge to cup my palm against his cheek and tell him that whatever it is, it’s going to be okay.
Instead, I simply whisper, “Lyle?”
I’m not sure if it was the wrong thing or the right thing to say, but I know that it was unexpected. And before I can apologize or cover or say anything else at all, he is on me. One hand at my throat, the other hard on my breast. I’m pinned against the wall, helpless, as he claims my mouth again. Wildly. Brutally.
I try to think what I’m supposed to do—try to respond. But I’m trapped. I’m not Sugar. I’m not Laine. I’m not anyone. This isn’t about sex. It’s about pain and need and that storm of horrors I saw on his face. I might as well not even be here. And as his hand squeezes tight on my breast—as his mouth clashes so hard against mine that he draws blood—my only thought is that I shouldn’t have come at all. That this was stupid. Foolish. And that this night is going to leave me scarred.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to be what he wants. A warm body. An anonymous female.
But I can’t do it. I can’t do it at all.
All I can be is me. A woman desperate enough to have sex for money. A girl trying anything and everything to save her house. To protect her family’s memory.
I can be that girl.
But I can’t be nothing. I can’t be no one.
And as his hand tightens in my hair—as he kisses me violently—as his body presses hard against mine and I feel the steel of his erection—I know that I’ve made a terrible, horrible, awful mistake.
Stop!
