Review ~ Dirty Ugly Toy by K. Webster

Her time is over.

Things are looking up.

She’s dirty and ugly.

He’s wicked but handsome.

Six months to toy with her.

Six months of vacation and a ton of money.

I’ll hurt her beyond repair.

I’ve been through much worse.

She's difficult to control and doesn't obey.

I'm done submitting to anyone or anything in this life.

I should hate her.

I should hate him.

The game has changed.

I will win.

Dirty Ugly Toy is a novel that blurs the lines of right and wrong, deals with abuse, contains dubious consent, and adult subject matter. If you are sensitive to violent sexual situations, the book may not be suitable for you. Some parts of this book are not easy to read and are not intended for everyone. However, those that keep an open mind and stick with it will not be disappointed.

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FIVE STARS

Anything worth having turns you upside down and shakes you until you can't see straight anymore.

Say hello to my first Crack Book of 2016. This story was so enthralling; I fucking devoured it. It was a bit twisted, but for a dark romance lover like me it called to me immediately. I honestly couldn’t find any fault in it. The flow of the story was smooth – no slow or boring bits at all. It was dark & oh so sexy. But what made this story incredible were the Hero & heroine. They were a match in every possible twisted way.

I could warn her but I want her to drown in my release. I want it to take her by surprise and it shoot out of her nose. Hell, I like it if she choked and then vomited from it.

I'm a sick bastard.

Braxton Kennedy is indeed a sick bastard. He plucks broken women off the streets and breaks them further when he turns them into his toys. After they sign his six-month contract to submit to him, he cleans them, dresses them, punishes them with pain/pleasure and ultimately screws with their mind and hearts. He never keeps his toys and after six months disposes of them properly. He loves control and loves watching his toys break.

He might dominate my body but he'll never own my mind.

With a lift of my chin and a sweet smile, I say with a southern drawl, "Do your worst, handsome. I'm not afraid."

Jessica “Bunny” Rabbit’s life is at her lowest when Braxton propositions her. She’s an addict living on the streets of London, willing to do anything to get her next fix. With an understanding that she will receive a large sum of money, and possibly more heroin, she accepts Braxton’s offer. Submit to him for six months. How hard could it be? It couldn’t be any worse than what’s she’s endured in her past now could it?

He's every bit of a warring devil and angel, all wrapped up into one human.

I want to open him up.

To learn about what makes him the way he is.

I want to see more of his smiles. Hear his laugh. Be the object of his affection.

Yet, I also want to feel my hair tangled in his fist. I want him to fuck me and spank me. I want to see that precious vein on his forehead throb with rage.

As much as Braxton tries to break his Bunny she doesn’t ever give in. As a matter of fact, she relishes in his anger – it’s a turn on actually. He can’t figure her out and it’s driving him crazy with lust, frustration and admiration. This toy is different and its scaring him.

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Watching Braxton try and try again to break an already broken spirit was captivating. Bunny was always a step ahead of him. Instead of breaking her, it awakened her. It made her want to face her past demons and conquer them. As for Braxton, his hard exterior starts to slowly crumble. But what happens after six months? Will Braxton discard her like his previous toys? What happens when Jessica’s past collides with her present?

As I said before, this story was flawless. It never faltered and kept my interest from page one to very last page. I even shed a few tears reading that epilogue. This was dark, sexy and oh so fucking good. HIGHLY recommend!!!

Review ~ The Song of David by Amy Harmon

SYNOPSIS

She said I was like a song. Her favorite song. A song isn’t something you can see. It’s something you feel, something you move to, something that disappears after the last note is played.

I won my first fight when I was eleven years old, and I’ve been throwing punches ever since. Fighting is the purest, truest, most elemental thing there is. Some people describe heaven as a sea of unending white. Where choirs sing and loved ones await. But for me, heaven was something else. It sounded like the bell at the beginning of a round, it tasted like adrenaline, it burned like sweat in my eyes and fire in my belly. It looked like the blur of screaming crowds and an opponent who wanted my blood. 

For me, heaven was the octagon.

Until I met Millie, and heaven became something different. I became something different. I knew I loved her when I watched her stand perfectly still in the middle of a crowded room, people swarming, buzzing, slipping around her, her straight dancer’s posture unyielding, her chin high, her hands loose at her sides. No one seemed to see her at all, except for the few who squeezed past her, tossing exasperated looks at her unsmiling face. When they realized she wasn’t normal, they hurried away. Why was it that no one saw her, yet she was the first thing I saw?

If heaven was the octagon, then she was my angel at the center of it all, the girl with the power to take me down and lift me up again. The girl I wanted to fight for, the girl I wanted to claim. The girl who taught me that sometimes the biggest heroes go unsung and the most important battles are the ones we don’t think we can win.

**This is David ‘Tag’ Taggert's book, a supporting character introduced in The Law of Moses. This is a stand-alone story.

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FIVE HUGE EMOTIONALLY FILLED STARS

The most intimate thing we can do is to allow the people we love most to see us at our worst.

One thing you should know, and don’t kill me, but I haven’t not read Law of Moses. I know, I know -- Shameful. However, when I saw this book, it’s beautiful cover and it’s intriguing synopsis, I couldn’t pass it up. I mean. Its Amy Harmon for cripes sake! I couldn’t pass it up. What a beautiful story…

You can’t see a song. You feel a song, you hear a song, you move to it. Just like I can’t see you, but I feel you, and I move toward you. When you’re with me, I feel like I glimpse a David nobody else knows is there. It’s the Song of David, and nobody else can hear it but me.

There were so many things I absolutely loved about this book. It was flawless, if I can tell you the truth. The Hero, Tag, is totally swoon-worthy. He’s strong, yet, when his sensitive side comes out, he makes my heart pound (yes, pun intended). As for the heroine, Millie, I absolutely loved her. She’s one the strongest heroines I’ve ever met. She’s fierce, loyal and so loving. Her younger brother Henry is so blessed to have her. And speaking of Henry…OMG…what a beautiful character; he added so much to the already emotional story.

My story might not end in a miracle. But I’m eager for an ending, so I’ll take the miracles along the way and avoid the ending all together. I’ve discovered I don’t have to see what’s in front of me to keep going. Millie taught me that.

Perks of loving a blind girl.

This is one of those stories that will stick with you long after you’re done reading it. As soon as I finished, I had to message Ms. Harmon to tell her how much I loved it. I was a hot mess when it ended, but I’m glad she ended it where it ended because to me it was perfect. This story will make you cry and make you take deep breaths just because you feel like your heart will explode.

As I stated in the beginning, I have not read Law of Moses, which will be remedied soon. This can most definitely be considered a standalone, but might spoil things for you if you haven’t read Moses & Georgia’s story (though it won’t deter me from reading it).

FINAL THOUGHTS: PICK THIS BOOK UP! I will never tire of Ms. Harmon’s stories. Just outright brilliant.

Loving her wasn’t unpardonable either. But loving her and letting her down…that was unpardonable to me. That was unforgiveable. That was the part I struggled with.