Today's Review is on Ready For Him by Tanith Davenport
Ready For Him is just one of the steamy stories in the Tied to the Billionaire anthology. And if Ready For Him is any indication, I'm certain that the other 5 are just as hot.
Jade and her three friends are in Las Vegas where she will be the Bridesmaid for all three of their weddings. Each blushing bride will be getting married to her loving groom at the same time. But before the big day there's time for a few drinks at the hotel's bar where Jade spots a young man she wouldn't mind getting to know sitting across the room.
With Jade's multiple tattoos, piercings, and colorful Mohawk, it's not been easy for her to find love. Even the guys at her dojo are scared of her. But those dojo skills come in handy when she sees the same handsome blonde from the bar being attacked. Once jade has the situation under control and the attacker is carted away, the oddly familiar man then offers Jade a nightcap, and an evening of sexual pleasure like none she's ever had before.
This novella is enjoyable, it's hot, and it's erotic. The best part however is how Davenport explains the BDSM lifestyle. Written in such a way that she has, it takes away the fear some may have about experimenting with it. I'm not talking paddles and whips right now, but what's the harm in a little blindfolding and ties? I wonder if. . .
I was only asked to read this one sexy story, but now I'm ready for more. In more ways than you think. **wink, wink**
4 of 5 stars
Available at Amazon on August 16, 2013
Book Description: via Bewitching Book Tours
In
the bar at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, Jade Bleecker celebrates with her
three best friends, all of whom are there to get married - Jade is
their bridesmaid, and beginning to believe that three times a bridesmaid
really does mean never a bride. Tattooed, pierced and a martial artist,
Jade is used to inspiring fear rather than desire in men, and even if
she did find one who could handle her - well, no man is worth trusting
with her body.
But,
as she is leaving the bar, she comes upon a mugging in progress and,
with a few swift moves, makes short work of the mugger. Invited up to
the victim's room for a nightcap, she is stunned to discover he is Will
Vandenmeer - billionaire poster child of the Vandenmeer hotel and casino
chain, and owner of The Sanctuary, one of the best known BDSM clubs in
New York City.
Jade
finds herself hopelessly attractive to the sensual, dominant Will, and
when he offers to induct her into the world of BDSM, she accepts... but
can she truly give herself to him, and is Will ready for what Jade has
to offer?
Genre: Erotic romance
Date of Publication: 16 August 2013
ISBN: 978-1-78184-414-4
Word Count: 12761
Cover Artist: Posh Gosh
About the Author:
Tanith
Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic
Novelists' Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel "The Hand
He Dealt" was released by Total-e-Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted
for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.
Tanith
has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of
Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour
of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac
Eldorado.
Tanith's idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.
EXCERPT:
“Don’t worry, you’re in no danger here. I’m
putting the suite under lockdown. It’s not the first time this has happened,
and I won’t have any more innocent rescuers hurt in retaliation. Bryn and Matt
have radioed my team and they’re dealing with it.”
For fuck’s
sake!
Jade screwed her eyes shut for a moment,
forcing herself to calm down.
Okay.
I don’t like it, but he’s right. Shit, what have I got myself into?
“Relax,” said Will, and Jade opened her
eyes again to glare at him. “You’re safe with me. Despite what you may have
heard.”
And Jade’s stomach spiralled as she
remembered the other, less-publicised aspect of Will Vandenmeer.
His club.
It had created a frenzy in the press at
first, but the stories had come to an abrupt halt—probably, Jade guessed, due to
a heavy-handed legal team. The Sanctuary was hidden in the heart of New York
City, a haven for those who lived the hardcore BDSM lifestyle. Patrons were
protected, behaviour was strictly regulated, and membership was revoked for the
slightest infringement. It was not a place for dabblers.
Will Vandenmeer was a dominant, and didn’t
care who knew it.
‘You’re
safe with me’. Will was holding her gaze now, and
Jade refused to look away, although her body was rebelling against her—torn
between the flutter of nerves in her gut and a stab of desire in her cunt.
Maybe she was safe with him. Maybe she
wasn’t.
Or maybe she didn’t want to be.
“Okay. Tell me what you know about me.”
Jade’s fingers involuntarily clenched
around the stem of her glass.
“Wait.” Will picked up his own glass,
holding his other hand out as though calming a spooked horse. “Scrap that for
now. Let me tell you what I’m getting from you.”
Oh
really? Jade raised one pierced eyebrow at him.
“What’s your full name?”
“Jade Bleecker.”
“Nice. Jade Bleecker.” Will took a sip from
his glass. “You’re a strong woman. You clearly know how to handle yourself.
You’ve got at least three tattoos and two piercings that I can see, and
probably more that I can’t, so you’re not afraid of pain. And you know what BDSM
is, right?”
Jade nodded slowly. Where are you going with this?
“Right. And you’re curious about it.” Will
was watching her very closely as he spoke, and Jade held herself very still.
“But you think it means all the worst things people say. You think dominants
beat their submissives down, that we don’t give a damn about their pleasure,
that we expect them to give up everything for our benefit. Right?”
I’m
not telling you anything. Jade could feel her face
falling into a mask. If Will noticed, he made no comment.
“Are you single?”
“Mmm.”
“‘Mmm’? Okay.” Will’s eyes were dancing,
and Jade’s jaw set in annoyance. “What would you say if I told you that BDSM is
nothing like that, Jade?”
Silence fell between them.
“What would you say if I offered to—”
“Wait.” Jade held up a hand, cursing
inwardly as she realised it was trembling.
What
the hell am I doing?
You
want this, a voice taunted in her head.
I
don’t even know him and he’s talking about BDSM. I can’t do this. I can’t.
But the image from the bar of herself held
down, tied down, putting all her trust in one man, still flickered in her head,
and something inside her was urging her forward.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Will said,
breaking into her thoughts, and Jade found herself answering without thinking.
“I couldn’t do it.”
“Do you want
to?”
“That doesn’t matter. I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t trust any man with my
body.” Jade snapped her mouth shut abruptly, hating the look that had come into
Will’s eyes at the words.
Because
I’ve been fucked over before. Because I’m a screw-up. Because I don’t need your
fucking pity. Go to hell.
“That’s actually a very good reason why you
could.”
Jade looked up at him, torn between
curiosity and defiance.
“What does that mean?”
Will tilted his head to one side, looking
her up and down. “You look like a person who might like dangerous sports. Think
of bungee jumping. The danger is what attracts people, but any reputable
company has a thousand regulations in place before they let anyone do it,
precisely because of that danger. Right?
“BDSM works the same way. You’re right not
to trust just anyone—but in the community—in my club, for instance,
relationships are tightly controlled. Every Dom has rules to follow, as does
every sub. Break the rules and you’re thrown out. We protect our patrons.”
Jade nodded slowly.
“Not everyone uses contracts, but even
without them, limits and boundaries are agreed beforehand. So are safewords.
The universal word is ‘red’, but many people choose their own. If I did
anything to you that you didn’t want, you would use your word and I would
stop—no questions asked. The trust is absolute.”
“I see.”
Jade reached for her drink, but her hand
was shaking, and hastily she put it back on the table. As if he could tell what
she was feeling, Will’s voice took on a seductive quality, and Jade bit down on
her lip as a rush of desire flashed through her body.
“It’s all about needs. Ours are different,
that’s all. You take pleasure in doing what I want. I take pleasure in
fulfilling your needs. It has to be reciprocal.”
I
take pleasure… You take pleasure… He’s talking as though we’re going to—
The thought made her catch her breath.
Immediately Will’s eyes were on hers, and Jade found it impossible to look
away.
“Do you still think you couldn’t do it?”
“No.”
Will arched an eyebrow. “Would you like me
to show you?”
I
want…
“Yes,” Jade heard herself saying, unable to
drag her gaze away from Will’s. He smiled.
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