Author: Eden Connor
Type: Novel
Length: 202 pages (Kindle)
Publisher: Bad Apple Press
Published: April 17, 2015
Genre: Adult Fiction/Erotica
Blurb
Not every relationship is about love.
The odometer on my sex life was stuck at zero the day my mother dragged home a husband I’d never met. Dale brought his two grown sons to help pack and move us into their house. Both were hard-bodied and handsome, but Caine didn’t speak to me. Colt, on the other hand, said crude stuff like, “Wanna ride with me? Then I’m gonna need gas or ass,” but I couldn’t take my eyes off his rippling muscles and challenging blue eyes.
Some are about speed, sex, and defiance.
When Colt offered me a ride to school, I thought the ‘gas or ass’ thing was a joke, but he wasn't kidding. Though he barely touched me, he shattered the innocence I couldn't wait to shed. Even then, I sensed I’d never be the same. He and Caine soon upped the stakes, putting me behind the wheel of cars that could reach insane speeds. They kept challenging me to find my inner wild child, pairing illegal drag races with high-octane sex games, games like 'winner gets head'.
And some are about trying to break you.
It wasn't long before I was hooked, but I always planned to walk away. Then everything spun out of control and walking wasn't an option.
I had to run.
Review
Let me start out with … Once upon a time there was a red headed country girl, her looney toon momma, her super sexy step-dad and two newly found – wickedly nice (but most definitely naughty) stepbrothers. All of these adults were thrown together with the expectation that everyone would be nice. But how can anyone simply be nice when they’re all supercharged from the very beginning?
About the Author
When Colt offered me a ride to school, I thought the ‘gas or ass’ thing was a joke, but he wasn't kidding. Though he barely touched me, he shattered the innocence I couldn't wait to shed. Even then, I sensed I’d never be the same. He and Caine soon upped the stakes, putting me behind the wheel of cars that could reach insane speeds. They kept challenging me to find my inner wild child, pairing illegal drag races with high-octane sex games, games like 'winner gets head'.
And some are about trying to break you.
It wasn't long before I was hooked, but I always planned to walk away. Then everything spun out of control and walking wasn't an option.
I had to run.
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| Smokin' Hot |
See, I love a story with a wicked edge, full of angst and characters that can give me multiple holy sh** moments. My first impression(s) of the female lead (Shelby) is that she was having a hard time dealing with her flighty mom, Macy. I was really like, "poor kid … her mom is a turd and have little or no disregard for her." Then when the story got going my opinion began to change about Shelby because with all of things she experienced with her mom I didn't get why she was so gullible. I was literally yelling at the book “You’re just dumb as hell” and "Why are you soooooooo dumb?" Then again I had to give everything a good ‘think’ (yep a good think). So, this is what I came up with --> ego centric mom + affection starved young woman + self-esteem issues = gullible young woman. If this was her mother’s goal - then mission accomplished. If not, then dear ole mom has a lot of work to do. The male leads in this book are so drool worthy and so very, very wicked. Caine and Colt Hannah aren’t twins but damn they could be. Their looks play off one another (the light hair verses the dark) and the personalities are the same. Caine is broodingly quiet while Colt is the manipulative sweet talker. As the reader I ate it up from both of these leads. They lead Shelby on a merry chase of trying to figure out who was the true bad guy between the two and as the read it was the same.
The author did a very good job with this first installment of the Cuda Confessions because she made me fall in love with muscle cars/American cars all over again. This read was steamy and eye popping with a lot of laughing out loud and peppered with ample WTFs. Got hooked and that’s all there is to that.
Eden Connor graduated from Converse College with a degree in Psychology so long ago, her sheepskin is chiseled in stone. She’s been a graphic artist, a bridal photographer and an antique restorer. Since the death of her true love, she raised two children to adulthood and now has the time to return to writing. She writes primarily contemporary erotic romances, the odd bit of erotica and an occasional paranormal piece. Most of her writing is set where she lives, in South Carolina, so expect the handsome stranger to come equipped with a slow drawl. Addicted to hazelnut creamer, baseball and cranberry glass, she likes the music of Motown and when not writing about adults behaving badly, she takes a stab at the occasional needlepoint canvas.
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