Hardpressed by Meredith Wild
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I feel it necessary to start this one just as I began the review of Hardwired…
If you are not a fan of some of the recent series with these kinds of characters this may not be the book for you! I honestly don’t understand why people who do not like these types of stories continue to read every new series that comes out and then gives it bad ratings and talks a lot of crap about it when obviously it’s not your thing! I say that because I am sure that this will happen with this book as well. Also, if you’re one of those people who believe that there is only room for one dominant billionaire man on the planet then you won’t want to read this book either. You’ll spend the entire time comparing Blake to your precious Christian, Gideon, or Jesse…
Now on to the show…
The best way to describe Hardpressed is to say that it had everything that I hate and love about these types of stories… but just like Hardwired, I LOVED it!!! I really enjoy the banter between Blake & Erica in these books. I also enjoyed the sexual growth and progression that was in this one. That one scene involving a spanking was tectonic plates shifting kind of orgasmic inducing. I’m also happy that while we are left with some questions to ponder and having to patiently or not-so-patiently await the next book we got a great deal of answers in this book. It ran the gambit in emotion inducing, from wanting to cry, to wanting to scream, and all kinds of gush worthy “awe” and “holy hotness” in between. So yeah, once again, I cannot wait for the next book!!!!
Blake & Erica
“Do you feel me? It’s me, baby. It’ll always be me.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, I swear it.” I kissed him deeply. “Finish me. Don’t make me beg,” I breathed into his mouth.
“What I feel…for you, Erica. With everything else that’s going on, sometimes it’s just too intense. I feel like I’m going to rip us both apart. I wanted tonight to be different. I really did.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “You deserve to be worshiped. Loved.”
“What if I just want to toss you on the bed and fuck you senseless? Vanilla. Missionary. Hard.”
“Mine. You’re mine. Just like this. Your body, your heart. Every part of you.”
“Loving me wasn’t enough. You’ve made me desperate.”
I can’t even think about it. God help me, I’ll keep trying until I break you down. Say it. Baby, please.”
“Say it,” he whispered, kissing me sweetly.
“I love you.”
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