Meet Trick Roth in this roller coaster ride
of angst, suspense, & scorching hot HEAT?!
“Don’t Look Back in Anger”
In one night, I lost five years of my life. Here’s what I know …
I was homeless.
I’m a recovering drug addict.
My inked skin crawls from lustful eyes.
I have a serious aversion to women.
My gay partner is a home wrecker.
I own a gun and I’m a damn good shot.
I’m a makeup artist, but it’s an insult to my talent.
I’ve never wanted to possess anything except my Ducati … until I met Darby.
Now here’s what I know since that day in the ER when she pieced me back together … nothing—but a few random thoughts.
My new “friend” is distracting, clingy, and obsessed with acronyms, emojis, and phrases like “breakfast soul mates.”
I didn’t want to like her, but she crawled under my skin and swallowed me whole. Now we’re best friends and she’s my new addiction. I’d drink her from a shot glass, snort her up my nose, or inject her into my veins if I could. What I won’t do … is ever tell her that.
She doesn’t know me … I don’t know me. When those missing years come back, I think she will hate me … I think I will hate me.
My parents named me Patrick Roth, and this is my story.
“Ahh!” I scream as the closet door opens. My heart explodes and I nearly wet myself. I shuffle my feet against the floor, scooting as far in the corner as I can, hugging my knees to my chest.
I shake my head, holding my breath.
His lip twitches. Then, with what can only be described as a scene from a horror movie, he grabs my ankles and drags … he fucking drags me out of the closet. “Trick!”
Hoisting me over his shoulder, he smacks my ass so hard I yelp. “I’m thinking sofa.”
“Trick! Stop!” I scream, kicking and flailing as he carries me downstairs. As I pound my fists against his back, something catches my eyes. He has the ties to both my satin and terrycloth robes partially tucked into the waistband of his shorts along with one of his belts.
He sets me down with my ass backed up to the sofa, my chest heaving, eyes wide.
“Do you love me?”
I swallow and nod.
“Do you trust me?”
My gaze falters.
“Darby?” He lifts my chin with his finger.
“Do. You. Trust. Me?”
Another swallow, another nod.
“Good.” He lifts my yoga top over my head, wetting his lips as he stares at my breasts. Then he pulls down my pants, leaving me naked. His lips skim up my legs, stopping at my sex, but all he does is just breathe out causing my legs to pinch closer together. Then he inhales. Standing, he watches me—daring me to run again.
It’s been so long since I’ve come across a story that didn’t follow the typical formula we see in most reads.
Only Trick was soooo refreshing! I made sure not to read the synopsis before I opened this up. I truly love going in blind… plus I’m a “judge a book buy it’s cover” kind of gal. The covers speak to me and I will NEVER turn down a cover with hot abs on display…EVER. 🙂
This is HANDS DOWN one of the best reads so far this year, for me. I loved the story line! I loved the characters! And I have added Trick as my new book boyfriend; which is a list that has been stagnant for quite some time.
His occupation as a makeup artist is a BIG contradiction to his boots, tattoos, sculpted body and all together alpha style. That is what I loved! This was outside the norm of the typical alpha, biker, rocker, badboy story. For me, Trick was the perfect combination of them all. And behind that all, he was kind, and sweet; strong and protective. He was perfect which is why I added him to my book boyfriend list, that hasn’t had an addition in nearly a year.
Darby is a physician assistant. Spending day after day at the hospital with work. Keeping to herself. Not really having friends or much of a social life. Her first meeting with Trick left her speechless…literally and their next encounter started them down a road that would change both of their lives.
I could not put this down once I got started and I breezed through it as quick as I could. It was comical in moments, emotional in other and was all in all VERY entertaining!!
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Jewel E Ann is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.
When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.
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