Jaw dropping, heart stopping, and the WTF moments!!! Laurelin is the new queen for cliff hangers! I NEED MORE!!!!
Now that I got that off my chest, I was stunned into silence after I finished reading Slay. I needed a couple of days to decompress and I am not sure if I am better yet. Being in Celia’s head is a bit frightening, but refreshing. You start to understand the layers she has and the reason she ticks. Until Edward comes in and makes her want more. To feel. Be free.
I am having a real hard time liking our hero. There is no insta lust with him for me. He is pure alpha hole. But I am sure we have not started to unpeel his layers yet. Oh no. Laurelin is going to make us wait. Okay I have to admit, there are naughty things Edward does that will have your heart rate increase and blushing. I know there has to be more!
Slay has me in a tizzy. I have warmed to Celia and I need to see what awaits these two. I wish I can say more and talk it through. But I can say this…You will be on the edge from page one. The chemistry will have you begging for more, but it gets yanked away. You will love to hate these characters. You will be confused with the emotions that flow through you because you have no idea what will happen next. The dominate scenes will have you breathing hard! You will be shattered at the end because you have no clue what book two will bring. I freaking love it all!
SLAY: RIVALRY (Slay Quartet #1) by Laurelin Paige
Release Date: June 4th
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Edward Fasbender is a devil.
He’s my father’s business rival, a powerful, vicious man who takes what he wants and bows to no one. I only took the meeting because I was curious. I thought he was going to offer me a job.
But that’s not what he’s after at all. His proposal is much more intriguing, and I see an opportunity. An opportunity to turn the tables and bring down the devil.
I’ve gotten in trouble playing these games before. I know when the risk is too great, when the stakes are too high. I know how to be cold and strong-willed and destructive. I know how to withstand dominant men with arrogant charm and rugged features.
Yet I can’t resist taking on Edward.
And I can’t resist the pull he has on me.
Soon I’m not so sure which side of the battle I’m standing on–if I’m the warrior meant to slay,
Or the one who will be slain.
Sitting like this, on the arm of the chair, his back straight, we were practically the same height. It occurred to me that this was the closest we’d ever been to having equal footing, and somehow that made me both heady and encouraged.
I reached out to rub the collar of his shirt between my thumb and forefinger, my breath stuttering under the thick weight of apprehension, my mouth watering from how close I was to touching his skin. This close, I could smell the liquor on his breath and the musky scent of his cologne and the fainter scent underneath of pure man.
“Tell me your requests.” Was it my imagination or did his voice suddenly seem darker? Less steady?
“There’s only one.” I leaned in until my lips were near his ear. “I want to add sex to the deal.”
He made a sound low in his throat, half like a laugh, half like a moan. “What, now?”
He turned his face toward mine, and now our mouths were only inches away from touching. I could feel the warmth of his exhale on my skin, sending a trail of goosebumps down my arms.
“Now, sure.” Fuck, I was wet already. “But I meant in the marriage, too.”
His lips danced around mine. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. You want to be humiliated, degraded, and hurt?”
Because that was the goal of The Game.
But, also, YES!
Because, in that moment, there was nothing more I could imagine wanting than to be all those things, to be humiliated and degraded and hurt, by him. I wanted it so much I ached. Ached in places I hadn’t known could feel.
I reached my neck forward, pushing my mouth toward his.
Just when I thought the kiss was inevitable, he leaned back. “You couldn’t handle it.”
About the Author
With millions of books sold worldwide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. She is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however.
When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or Letterkenny, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.
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