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SUGAR ON THE EDGE
BY USA Today Best-selling Author Sawyer Bennett
Last Call, #3
Adult Contemporary Romance
Releasing July 28, 2014
He’s utterly alone…Tortured and existing in a dark spiral of despair, bestselling British author, Gavin Cooke, has come to the Outer Banks of North Carolina to escape the seedy lifestyle he had been living in London and in a desperate attempt to regain his writing focus. He’s twisted, bitter and angry at the world. He’s a loner… needing not a single thing other than his Scotch and a laptop upon which he can bang out his next erotic, dark thriller.She’s running in place and getting nowhere…Savannah Shepherd’s life is falling apart. Her dream of being a wildlife photographer seems a distant memory and she’s barely able to make ends meet. Driving herself forward with no clear goals apparent, she’s about ready to pack up her bags and head home with her tail between her legs.Two unlikely lovers…He’s raw, forceful and a dirty talker. She’s a flowers and romance type of girl. Yet within each other, they find a mutual craving that can only be satisfied by giving in to their desires for one another.Lust turns into something more… something they were not looking for but tentatively accept. Will it be enough to push them past the obstacles of Gavin’s bitter past?*SUGAR ON THE EDGE can be read as a stand-alone*
Although I was looking forward for Cassie’s turn for her
HEA, I think Savannah needed hers ASAP. This girl had been through a lot, as
what we have learned in book two, but she had survived it all. She didn’t want
to go back home after what happened, but here, in North Carolina, her life
seems to be falling apart. She lost her dream job, her remaining job is with a
boss who is constantly making a pass on her, she had been cleaning homes – not
really what she had envisioned herself in. But beggars couldn’t be choosers and
that’s probably the best way to describe her currently since she has been
finding it hard to make ends meet for quite some time. Nevertheless, you will
love her, very much, despite of her awful big pride. Because she never gave up,
she strive so hard so that she wouldn’t ask for anyone’s help, and she wouldn’t
be in debt to anyone. Which has its pros and cons of course – I mean, her
friends are great, really, really great. Sometimes, it’s not a weakness to
accept help.
As for Gavin Cooke – there is something attractive with a
man who is intelligent and knows how to play with words. But before you swoon,
better be warned, that he might be sexy, and the mystery that surrounds him
might serve as a magnet to attract but he’s in a dark, dark place. A painful
experience from his past had pushed him in there, and the only thing good that
came up with it has been his best-selling novel. Now, he’s spending time North
Carolina trying to finish the sequel to the novel. He’s bitterness and anger is
palpable, he can be rude, he can be definitely annoying he wants too, and he
likes his solitude. All he wants is his whiskey and his laptop. Until she came
along, his anti-heroine. Only that he didn’t expect that there is more to this
woman.
He’s filthy, he takes what he wants, he talks dirty
(which was a total turn on) – and Savannah? She’s the romantic type who wants
prince charming. They are so different, but the attraction was too powerful to
ignore. Day by day it only grew, until they can no longer deny it and both
started to give in into their desires. Lust is a powerful emotion, but there is
one greatest feeling that both of them are still hesitant to accept. Are both
of them strong enough to let go of the past, and accept what the future holds? Or
will both of them let go of what might have been the best thing that can happen
in their lives?
They were so perfect for each other, and you can feel
them falling too. Even the change in Gavin was pretty much amazing. I didn’t know
how she handled him, and made him open up a bit, but it was there. Light was beginning
to creep up into his world, until something happened that shook it once again. And
Gavin broke her heart… OUCH. You’ll want to hate him too, but his grand gesture
was pretty much too sweet to ignore, so he’s easily forgiven.
I didn’t think I’d be more in love with this series as I
can ever be, UNTIL I read THIS book! Sugar on the Edge had me speechless for
quite a while, stunned, a little bit mesmerized, gah, another book hangover for
me. This might be my favorite among the three because of its character: a
combination of the darkness and light, two people who seems too different but
yet similar on some aspects. It’s HOT, it’s RAW, it’s PRIMAL, it’s ROMANTIC,
it’s SEXY, and yes, It’s SWEET - it’s
SAWYER BENNETT!!!! You will miss half of your life not reading this! So better
pick this up right now, settle on your seats, prepare for some extra panties
(and yes, batteries) – because this is going to be a one hot exciting ride.
HEAT LEVEL = 6
•Complimentary Copy was given in exchange for an honest review.•.jpg)
My hands grip the steering wheel with white knuckles as I realize all of a sudden that I’m driving a $140,000 vehicle.Then they start to sweat.“Relax,” Gavin croons at me. “You’re doing fine.”“I don’t want to wreck your car. It would take me a lifetime to pay it off,” I mutter.“That’s what insurance is for,” he says casually. Then he demands, “Go faster.”I push a little more firmly on the accelerator and the Maserati leaps under my request, the engine growling sexily at me. I can’t help the smile that comes to my face.“Nice, right?” Gavin says.“Oh, yeah,” I agree, and my smile goes wider.“You’re fucking sexy as hell,” Gavin says so softly that I almost doubt I heard him right.I turn to spare him a glance… and his eyes are pinned on me, the gray irises darkened, even with the noon sun sparkling bright. I swallow hard, because it’s the same look he gave me the other night, when I told him to touch me between my legs.A tingling sensation spreads out from the back of my neck and my thighs involuntarily clench together, as I turn my eyes back to the road.Gavin’s left arm raises up and his fingers skim along the back of my neck, pushing upward over the base of my skull and sifting through my hair. “Have you thought about the other night?” he murmurs.My hands grip the steering wheel harder and my foot eases up off the accelerator a tiny bit, but words are stuck in my throat. I’m afraid to say anything.“I have,” he admits softly as he shifts in the seat and leans closer to me. “I’ve thought about it a lot. About what I could have done differently.”“Gavin—” I croak, but he cuts me off.Bringing his right hand across, he places it on my knee and starts sliding it up my thigh. My pulse skyrockets and my foot actually falls off the gas pedal, as it’s almost impossible for me to concentrate on driving while he’s touching me.“Speed back up, Sweet,” he whispers as he leans closer and sticks his nose under my ear. “Don’t want a cop to pull you over for going too slow.”“I can’t—”“You can,” he insists quietly, and his hand travels higher. I blink hard and push the gas pedal, getting my speed back up to within a normal range.My legs fall open a bit to give him easier access and within just a moment, his fingers sit at my hipbone. His index finger strokes back and forth over my brown tights, but I can feel the burn of his touch all the way through to my soul.“Let’s do this a little differently,” Gavin says with his finger moving softly against the inside of my thigh. “I really want to touch you and all I want from you is to say ‘yes’.”“Oh, God,” I gasp out as his finger drifts over to press up against my center.“Say ‘yes,’” he urges, his lips now against my ear, and I’m helpless.“Yes,” I moan.Gavin sits up suddenly and pushes my skirt all the way up so it bunches around my hips. “Lift yourself up a bit,” he growls.I do as he commands, my foot pushing down on the accelerator inadvertently, causing the car to jump forward.“Easy,” he chuckles, and I let up off the gas a bit.Taking both of his hands, he pinches at my tights with his fingertips and with a grunt, jerks at the material, causing it to rip right at the inside of my thigh where it meets my hip.“Fuck yeah,” he groans, and I glance down to see him pulling one edge of the tights away from my skin with his left hand while his right hand tunnels in.“White lace panties,” he murmurs as his finger slips under the edge. “And they’re damp. My favorite kind.”
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USA Today Best-Selling author, Sawyer Bennett, is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.
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