Brook Taylor had three rules. #1: Don’t form attachments. #2: Don’t let your guard down. #3: Do NOT, under any circumstances, fall in love. And she broke them all... ❝ I created the rules, three golden rules to keep me alive. Three golden rules to survive. And then... then I broke them all. And now, I'm paying the price.❞
I'm a sinner. A criminal. The beast that will never let her go... Everyone in England knows the name Casper Jameson. They know that I'm a cruel bastard with no regrets when it comes to dealing with those that cross me. They fear me; a man with no morals. Someone cold—without a weakness. Until I see her... She's beautiful; a delicious temptation standing across the room from me without a care. Unaware of the danger that lurks—that this man wants to consume her. I’m going to own her every sigh. Taste her every moan. Drown in her pleasure. Let the bloody chase begin.
When I read the blurb I just knew I HAD to give this author another go. I LOVE bully romances, and whereas the last "bully romance" I read from this author fell short for me, A Hurt So Sweet made up for it tenfold, and exceeded my expectations! BRAV-FUCKIN-O Betti, my apologies for ever doubting you. The more the story unraveled, the more questions there were. Just when I thought I was figuring it out, BOOM, another secret and I was back to square one with NO FREAKIN CLUE on what was going to happen next. As totally screwed up as this story is, I couldn't get enough of Dexter and Pandora. All the sexual tension, the absolute hate, the lust... SHEESH! “Every fucking time you forget who owns you, I'm going to come back and make you do that again. And I'm going to drink from your pussy like a goddamn tap until you have nothing left to give.”
“You were right. Your body is mine. But thing is, I want the rest too. Your mind. Your past. Your secrets. Your soul. I’ll take it all.
How far would you go to expose the truth?
"Our love is terrifying, exciting, and real. It may not always be story-book ending beautiful, but it's us. It's our story."
“Come on, beautiful,” he groans. “Quit teasing me and sit on it.” I’m positive I must have a contact high because that’s the only way to explain why the actual fuck my step-cousin is summoning me to sit on his penis. “Gross. What is wrong with you?” Shielding my vision with my hands, I proceed to back away. Unfortunately, I knock into the coffee table so hard I see stars. “Dammit,” I yelp, gripping my throbbing calf. “You’re not Hayley.” Talk about stating the obvious. “No shit, Sherlock.” I make the huge mistake of looking up. “Oh, my God, dude. Can you please put your wiener away?” “Sure thing,” the pervert says, rising from the couch. “As soon as you tell me who the hell you are and why you’re in my house.” He has got to be kidding me. “Seriously?” I point to myself. “I’m Dylan.” He tilts his head to the side, like he’s having trouble understanding why my name would have any significance to him. “Your cousin,” I grit through my teeth and he blanches. Eureka.