Author: Arie Lane
Released: January 6th 2015
Bentley Celeste is a witty, foul mouthed, reclusive, dark romance writer. She lives her life in solitude, hiding from her painful past and the one person hell bent on destroying her future. She doesn’t have time for relationships and has no interest in allowing anyone but her best friend into her private little sanctuary. Tristan Reece is sultry, sexy, and jaded. He also happens to be the cover model for Bentley’s long time acquaintance, Electra. He believes everyone who he loves is going to betray him, and then walk away. Though he carries the reputation of a ladies man, Tristan prefers to keep his heart and his bed empty. A chance meeting blind sides Bentley as she’s nearly trampled by the giant wall of muscle that is Tristan. Tempers aren’t the only thing to fly. Bentley may not have any interest in Tristan, but after getting his ass handed to him through a verbal assault, he can’t forget the tiny Spitfire that sparks more than just his fury. Both are stubborn, with the will to fight against each other until the very end. Will Tristan’s determination be enough to fight the demons lingering in Bentley’s shadow? Or is Bentley’s fear strong enough to tear them apart.
“I’m wondering… do you have a talent for pissing women off enough that they want to castrate you with rusted scissors, or am I just special?”
“What, there aren’t enough other women here to tickle your pickle?”
“Definitely don’t try to serenade her, because I heard you singing while unloading the truck. You sound worse than a tone deaf drag queen trying to sing Whitney Houston.”
“You okay, baby doll? You came in here looking like someone ran over your dog then tossed it back in your yard.”
Arg. I had a difficult time deciding how to rate this book. It was not at all what I was expecting. It had some really funny lines which are always a plus, but the melodrama was so over the top and over-wrought, that it was painful to read at times. I almost gave up on the book in the beginning as the first 20% was rather intense with recounting instances of torture and memory of abuse and humiliation. Another plus, the sensual scenes were smokin’ hawt, but damn, it ends in an evil and nasty cliffhanger, and I just despise those, and there is no indication that this is to be a series… I am bummed and now looking forward to reading decidedly lighter fare after this. Don’t get me wrong, Ms. Lane has skills, I just wish this story had utilized more of her humor and less of her angst.