One seriously sexy son-of-a-duke . . .
Behind the posh British accent, Dylan Hale possesses a down-and-dirty sexiness. Off-the-charts gorgeous, a ruthless architect . . . and did I mention he’s a future duke? Every time we touch, it’s wildfire. All need and lust and heat. But Dylan has rules: just sex, no one can know, and in the bedroom he gets complete control. All I have to do is follow the rules, because falling in love with Dylan Hale is all it would take to screw everything up . . . royally.
Well, that went in no way how I anticipated… in the best possible way. Kinky Dylan and strong willed Lydia won over my heart from the get go.
Their meet was a total accident. Lydia spent the whole summer with a well off family as their au pair which was a perfect setting to get acquainted with British Royalty. How royal? Well basically a bunch of people has to die for Dylan’s family to ascend to the throne but from the sound of it, not TOO many people will have to. This was what attracted me first to this new author’s book. I was craving some royalty taboo romance read. Taboo as in royalty falling in love with a commoner… what is more— an affair with an American commoner.
“You’re so pervy. You’re like the Earl of Perv.”
He laughed. “The Marquess of Perv. Please. Be precise.”
I may have fallen in love with the characters and the wicked, wicked, super hot and kinky Dylan but man did he try his patience. Half the time he was a jerk and I wanted to throttle him for things he pulled on Lydia. Lydia, I applaud you girl in remaining by his side and slowly coaxing out Dylan from the shell that he cocooned himself in while simultaneously breaking through the wall he has build around himself. The push and pull chemistry between Dylan and Lydia is quite overwhelming. Yes! It was that extreme. I thoroughly enjoyed the story of their no string attached romance growing strings. Especially that moment when they both realized they were surrounded and interconnected by so, so, so many strings.
He trailed kisses back to my rear and softly licked me there. “And soon, here,” he said, and I sighed in response. “This is mine too.”
“Oh god, Dylan. I’m yours. All yours, and you’re mine. I want you. So. Badly.”
“I want you too, baby. And you have me.”
I will pass on my sage warning — if cliff hangers are your kryptonite then I would advise waiting. However, definitely do not forget about this series. Me personally I can’t wait for book 2 and thankfully we only have to wait until April 4th!!! So, for now, I’ll go peruse the paper for job want ads, if anything I have learned that a right circle can introduce you to your knight or even Marquees on a white horse even if you ended up in that circle as the help.
We weren’t a foot inside when he closed the door behind him and said, “Turn around, damsel,” indicating I should face away from him. I complied, and he slowly came up behind me, running his hands along my bare upper back and down my arms. He unzipped the dress and pulled it off my shoulders so it pooled at my feet. I was naked except for my insanely high heels. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my naked ass into his front, and I could feel his hardness pushing against the seam of his trousers. “Can you feel how much I want you? How much I want this?” he said firmly, increasing his grip on my hips, pulling me even closer.
I tilted my head back and to the side to try to steal a glimpse of him, and he rested his chin on my shoulder. His hands wrapped around and palmed my breasts. He pushed them in and up, molding them in his palms, and he began to tug at my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and finger, teasing them to the point where pain met pleasure.
“I’m breaking all sorts of rules for you, aren’t I?” He was kissing my neck, sucking my skin, nipping it gently between his teeth, devouring me in motions that mimicked what he was doing to my breasts.
“What rules have you broken for me?” I asked, practically whispering, searching for steadiness in my breath.
He spun me around and lifted me by my ass in one swift move. I locked my ankles behind his back. “For starters I rarely sleep with the same woman twice, at least not in the same week. I don’t spend the night. Ever. And neither do the women I see. And I don’t invite women into my office. Ever. But I couldn’t resist with you. I’d been dreaming about having my mouth on that pretty pussy on that table for weeks. Picturing you just as you were.”
“Did it live up to the dream?” I nuzzled into his cheek, desperate to get to a place where he was naked, where I could feel his skin on my skin.
“The dream didn’t stand a chance.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want you breaking any of your rules, would I? I mean, maybe we better stop now, and you could sleep on my sofa. Or you can get back on your horse—”
“Not on your life, smartass.”
Parker Swift grew up in Providence, Rhode Island, and then grew up again in New York, London, and Minneapolis and currently lives in Connecticut. She has spent most of her adult life examining romantic relationships in an academic lab as a professor of social psychology. Now, she’s exploring the romantic lives of her fictional characters in the pages of her books. When she’s not writing, she spends her time with her bearded nautical husband and being told not to sing along to pop music in the car by her two sons.