Title: MY HUNGER
Series: Inside Out, #3.2
Author: Lisa Renee Jones
Publish Date: 07.07.14
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Pocket Star
Category /Genre: Erotica, Romance
Recommended for:
18+ due to sexual content
Received from: Simon & Schuster (in exchange for an honest review)
Date completed: 07.06.14
Description
from the publisher:
An Inside Out Novella in Mark's POV
While Chris and Sara have traveled to Paris to avoid the chaos of press and police after the tragic night we’d shared, I have stayed to face the reality of what has happened. But there is no peace to be found in facing the truth, and no truth to be found in the confessions that have been made and retracted.
While Chris and Sara have traveled to Paris to avoid the chaos of press and police after the tragic night we’d shared, I have stayed to face the reality of what has happened. But there is no peace to be found in facing the truth, and no truth to be found in the confessions that have been made and retracted.
I am a Master, all about control, and yet
right now, facing great tragedy, I feel as if I have none. With my club and my
relationships of the past in the spotlight, I find sanctuary in the one place
I’ve promised I will never be again, but cannot seem to resist. Her arms.
***Mark and Crystal's story begins in the novella Master Undone
***Mark and Crystal's story begins in the novella Master Undone
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This is book 3.2 in the Inside Out
series. While it would stand alone, I
believe you would much better understand and enjoy if you have read Master
Undone at the very least and I strongly suggest that you should read all
available books in this series.
Mark Compton, an alpha man in all
respects, Master of all of his domains is reeling from the triple punches of
his mother’s failing health and the attacks on his businesses and his personal
life. Crystal Smith is his mother’s
right hand and the only one who seems able to see through all of his facades and
touch him in a way that no other can.
Can the Master find solace or redemption in a woman who is not
submissive?
This was a leave-me-alone,
I’ll-eat-drink-sleep-…-when-I’m-done-reading kind of book. The only thing I can say is it was over too
soon. I crave more, but like all Doms,
Mark likes leaving you on that edge, begging for your release.
I wouldn’t miss another book in this
series for anything. Now I lay me down
to sleep,…if I should die before I wake, I’ll still find a way to read the
books as they are released.
If you have not started reading this
series, start now!
Grammar/editing: ungraded – book received as an unedited
ARC / errors excused
The Inside Out series:
- If I Were You (1)
- The Seduction (1.1)
- The Contract (1.2)
- His Submissive (1.3)
- My Master (1.4)
- Behind Closed Doors (0.5)
- Being Me (2)
- The Master Undone ( 2.5)
- Revealing Us (3)
- His Secrets (3.1)
- My Hunger (3.2)
- No In Between (4)
- My Control (4.1)
- I Belong to You (5)
Other Books from Lisa Renee Jones: Please
visit her website at: www.lisareneejones.com/
to locate a printable book list.
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I tug her dress and bra down, my gaze lowering to
her rosy, tight nipples before I roll them in my fingers and tug roughly. She
whimpers and I lean in, sucking one of them into my mouth, and then scraping it
with my teeth. A soft yelp escapes her lips and I glance up at her. “Hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I do it again.
“Good?” she demands.
“Pain only makes the pleasure better.”
Demonstrating, I lick the wounded nipple, and slide my hand between her legs,
finding the silk of her panties and ripping them away. I hold them up. “A
reminder to me that you really can do as ordered.” I shove them into my pocket.
“Those were expensive.”
“So is the orgasm I’m going to give you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I lower myself to my knee, shoving her dress up her
legs to expose the neatly trimmed V of her sex. “It means,” I explore the wet,
slick heat between her thighs, “that you’re going to find out I take orders,
too, when given to me my way.”
“I still don’t know what that means,” she chokes out
as I slip a finger inside her.
“It’s quite simple.
Tell me what you want, Ms. Smith, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Crystal,” she pants, arching against the two
fingers I’ve slipped inside her. “And you don’t seem to need instructions.”
I remove my fingers abruptly. “If you want them
back, you have to tell me.”
She sucks in air. “I do. You know I do.”
“Tell me you want my fingers inside you.”
She glares. “That’s unfair play.”
Play. Another
BSDM word that I find curious. “Is this
unfair?” I ask, lightly touching her clit with my tongue, then pulling back and
running my tongue over her knee.
“Very,” she hisses.
“Tell me what you want, Ms. Smith.”
“The orgasm I’m not going to beg for.”
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originally posted 07.11.14 on my
previous website
WordPress.com closed that site
because I promoted authors and their books.
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