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Oakley Easton wants two things: to be a good mom to her daughter and to ditch her less than ideal night job. Hooking up with bad boy drummer Pike Ryland? Not on the agenda. She needs a promotion. Not sex, tattoos and rock ’n’ roll.

Pike isn’t about to let Ms. Prim and Proper shut him down so easily, especially when he stumbles upon Oakley’s sexy night job. She’s only playing a role on those late night calls with strangers, but when he gets her on the line, all bets are off. He won’t stop until that sultry voice is calling his name for real.

But as they move from anonymous fantasies in the dark to the flesh-on-hot-flesh reality of the bedroom, the risk of falling in love becomes all too high. And the safe, quiet world that Oakley’s worked so hard to create is about to be exposed to the one person who could ruin it all.

Meli Mel's Review
Meli Mel’s Review

♥ ♥ ♥ 3.75 STARS ♥ ♥ ♥

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‘Yes, this was suppose to be a hookup, a fling, but he’d learned over the years that his gut didn’t lie to him. And he’d felt the difference with Oakley form the beginning.’

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Oakley Easton is a single mother who works hard at trying to give the best to her daughter with special needs and making ends meet. In order to do that, she has needed to take on a night job that she is not really interested in, but for her daughter and the money, she will keep doing it. She works as a phone sex operator and makes sure to keep it hidden from everyone. Since her priority is taking care of her family, she really doesn’t have much time to focus on romance. So when the hot as hell tattooed drummer known as Pike Ryland enters her life, she knows he is bad news and doesn’t want to go there, no matter how attracted to him she is. But her day job at her daughter’s school has them working together. Since she use to be in a girl band and has some musical knowledge, they assign her to work with Pike on a musical project with the children. Resisting him proves to be hard when Pike is persistent in getting what he wants.

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“The most honest version of ourselves is the one behind closed doors.”

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I really liked Oakley, I loved how hard she worked to take care of her daughter Raegan. She would do anything to give her the best and protect her and I loved that. I loved how sassy Oakley could be. She has been deeply affected by the things that occurred to her while she was in the spotlight in her past. She has been constantly been let down, especially by men. Which is why she was quite distrustful of Pike. She just couldn’t do the fling thing that he wanted with her. She knew that she could keep her emotions out of it. But Pike was so charming and sexy, it’s really not that hard to fall for him.

I really loved Pike. Holy cow was this man hot. He was intense, possessive, and dirty. What was there not to love. Pike wanted to hook up with Oakley. What he didn’t expect was that with each moment he spent with her trying to get her to give in, he would end up falling for her and wanting so much more. My heart just melted with how sweet he was with Raegan and Oakley. I loved how much he cared for them. I also loved his kinky side so freaking much. His dirty mouth had me hooked. He was just really awesome.

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‘When she’d said she was his, he’d wanted it to be true. The desire to claim her had been potent and absolute.’

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This book has some scorching hot sex scenes that will make your panties melt. It had some kinky elements to it that made it so much more hotter. The romance was really well done as well. It wasn’t just about the sex so I was really happy about that. The only things I didn’t like so much was how long it took Oakley to realize that what Pike was feeling was real. Because of this, she would sometimes annoy me. I liked her, but didn’t end up loving her. Pike I totally ended up loving. Raegan as well, she was such a sweetheart. I enjoyed the story very much. This was my second book by Roni Loren and it did not disappoint. If you love cocky and sexy tatted musicians with a penchant for dirty sex, than this is for you.

~ARC generously gifted in exchange for an honest review.~


“Are you touching yourself?” The voice in Oakley’s ear sounded labored and overeager—like a St. Bernard attempting phone sex. He was probably drooling, too. Lovely.

“Yes, you make me so hot…”—she quickly checked the sticky note she’d put on the kitchen island—“Stefan.”

Stefan. Literature professor. Single. Six foot five.

That’s the info he’d given her. Which probably meant: Steve, unemployed, married, and five-six on a good day.

He groaned. “You’re so sexy.”

Sexy? Two points off for lack of originality, Mr. Lit Prof. Though, even the suave guys tended to forget their vocabulary when they got to this point in the conversation. Oakley covered the mouthpiece on her headset and turned off the timer on the oven. If nothing else, she was impressed the guy had lasted through the full baking time.

“Thanks, sugar,” she said, letting her tone drop into a lower register.

“God, your voice is so fucking hot.”

That she heard a lot. A record company exec had once deemed her voice “smoky, X-rated perfection” when he’d heard her demo. At the time, she hadn’t considered how inappropriate it had been for a grown man to tell a fifteen-year old kid that. But her raspy voice had gotten her the gig then, and it’d gotten her this one now. Though, admittedly, the bar wasn’t set quite as high for this current one.

“I’m gonna give it to you so hard, Sasha,” Stefan ground out. “I can feel your hot mouth closing around me.”

Oakley donned oven mitts and leaned down to pull out the tray of brownies. The smell of chocolate and the heat of the oven hit her with full force.  She inhaled deeply. “Mmm, that’s so good. I could just lick up every last bit.”

“Yeah,” he panted, the sound of his slick, pumping fist obscenely clear through the receiver. “That’s right. Show me how much you want it.”

There you go, Steve, you go on and get your money’s worth. Oakley set the tray of brownies on a trivet and tugged off the mitts. Her stomach rumbled. She’d stayed up late enough that her body was looking for dinner number two. But these weren’t for her.

She glanced toward the darkened hallway and the stairs beyond. Well, maybe one little corner piece wouldn’t be missed. She cut a small square and dipped her fingers in to grab it. But as she lifted the brownie, her knuckles grazed the searing hot pan.

“Ah, shit!” she hissed, jerking her hand back.

“Oh, yeah, let me hear it,” Stefan said on a moan. “Come with me, baby.”

Oakley shook out her hand, sucking air through her teeth, and tried to keep the pain out of her voice. Her phone companion thought she was mid-orgasm. She threw in an oh, oh, oh and ran to the sink to plunge her fist into the dishwater she’d drawn to soak the mixing bowl.

Stefan made choked sounds as he reached his own release. In another world, maybe it could’ve been an erotic moment. She’d talked a guy into an orgasm. He was calling her name. But the name was fake and so was the talk. And though she held nothing against the guys who called—after all, they helped her pay the bills—her libido had long ago crawled into a dark corner to die a quick, peaceful death. Even if she imagined the guy on the other end of the line looked like Johnny Depp or Justin Timberlake or something, she couldn’t drum up one ounce of interest.

Stefan panted heavy, wet breaths right against her ear, resuming his resemblance to a St. Bernard. Maybe she should offer him a “good boy” or a Milkbone.

“That was amazing,” she said, using her husky, after-sex voice as she soaked her hand in the water. “Thank you, Stefan.”

Panting. Panting. That was the only response.

Then a tight, high sound—whistling.

No. Wheezing.

Uh-oh. “Stefan? Are you okay?”

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About Author

Roni Loren Author

Roni wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills haven’t improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability has. Though she’ll forever be a New Orleans girl at heart, she now lives in Dallas with her husband and son.

If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars, er, rock concerts. Yeah, that’s it. She is the National Bestselling Author of The Loving on the Edge series from Berkley Heat.


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