This post is a ramble so don’t be surprised it it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.
I’m so tired.
I stayed up all night reading Wicked Games by Jill Miles.
Ok, not all night…just til about 2 am when the iPod touch fell out of my lifeless clutches.
You know how it is…you keep telling yourself just one more chapter….
Until, one more chapter turns into you reading the entire book!
Oh, wait…should I be giving you some of the plot of this book.
Screw that, I’m way to tired.
Instead, I just snitched the Editor’s Review for Amazon.com
Abby Lewis never pictured herself on the survival game show, Endurance Island. She’s just not the ‘survival’ type. But when her boss offers her a spot on the show and the opportunity of a lifetime, she packs her bags and heads to the tropics to be a contestant.
Once in the game, it’s clear that Abby’s in over her head. The game itself is full of competitive, aggressive people, and no one’s more aggressive than sexy, delicious – and arrogant – Dean Woodall. Sure he’s clever, strong, good at challenges, and has a body that makes her mouth water. He also hates Abby just as much as she hates him. That’s fine with Abby; she’ll just ignore the jerk.
But the rules of Endurance Island are working against them. Abby and Dean are teamed up – alone – on the beach. It’s either work together, or go home. Stuck with no one else’s company but their own, they learn they do make a good team after all.
And that with just a little bit of kindling, the flames of hate can quickly turn to flames of passion. This book features enemies, lovers, enemies who become lovers, and lots and lots of tropical heat…
So, yeah, basically that survivor show that comes on CBS….
What I loved most was that the book is written from the perspective of Abby but each chapter starts out with a quote from Dean’s perspective.
Oh, and the fact that it is H.O.T. doesn’t hurt none neither.
Stealing an excerpt from Amazon.
With careful precision, I scooped a glop of the chunky peanut butter onto my finger, the mound glistening, and held it out to Dean. Just a small amount, enough to stave off hunger pains and give us a burst of energy.
My thought was to hold out the peanut butter so he could transfer it to his own finger. Perhaps the sight of me sucking on my finger before had distracted him, because he leaned in and took my finger in his mouth, rasping his tongue against it.
And just like that, the world flipped.
Heat rushed through me at the feel of his tongue against my finger, his hot mouth sucking on my skin. I forgot about the peanut butter that was his original goal and my body flushed, my mind skidding to a halt at the sight of his beautiful mouth over my skin, the feel of his tongue against my flesh. I must have shivered or tried to pull away, because his hand grasped my own and held me there as he lapped and rasped against my finger, cleaning my skin.
Searing me to my core.
A wave of heat pulsed through my body and I inhaled sharply. Dean’s gaze moved to my face, and I knew that he was realizing the same thing I was. His tongue moved slowly against my skin, sensually. His eyes were locked on my own, and his tongue gave my finger one last flick that I felt all the way down to my core. Then he released my hand. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said in a daze, my gaze still locked on his mouth.
He nodded at the shore and stepped past me, clearing his throat. “Boat’s here.”
In a daze, I stared down at my finger and wondered if I could put it in my own mouth after that…or would it be dangerously close to kissing him?
Yeah, I wanted some peanut butter too after reading that scene.
And I don’t even like peanut butter!!
If you are a fan of will they/won’t they erotic romance this is the book for you.
And to make it even better, I got my copy absolutely free from Amazon.
Better hurry before the price goes up!