I don’t like rudeness and/or vulgarity. Which is why I read these books, the ones where the Hero is that and possibly more. I do it because I side 100% with the Heroine, and because by the end, if the book is well made, I’ll be surprised because I don’t despise the guy anymore.
The story is He’s a Brute (Tough Love, #1) by Chloe Liese, it released yesterday in the Adult, Romance, Suspense genre.
One dark and handsome control-freak sports star meets one smarty pants bioengineer with hair to match her fiery temper. It’s an experiment straight out of sexual thermodynamics.
Every good scientist knows the second law of thermodynamics: the universe’s disorder, entropy, is always increasing. Professionally and personally speaking, Nairne’s familiar with the principle. After a streak of costly fame, now she’s set on saving the world, microscope in hand, and there’s no time for romance. Problem is, when a rude, despicably sexy Adonis shows up to run their board meeting, chemistry and its ensuing chaos become more than a formula—now they’re a burning hot reality.
Mafia prince. Professional footballer. Bad boy demeanor and a reputation for being as talented between the sheets as he is on the pitch. Rumors are the man’s an absolute brute. And he turns out to be just as demanding, controlling and vicious in person as he is on paper. The Law of Attraction’s proven true, as Nairne finds herself accepting Zed’s proposal: rough, wild stress release, more orgasms than she can count, and most importantly—no falling in love.
Agreement in place. End date secured.
No attachments. No forever.
What could possibly go wrong?Book One in the Tough Love Series—an enemies to lovers, suspenseful romance, full of sexy Italians, bedroom negotiations, feisty heroines, and an ending that’ll both satisfy you and leave you ready for more!”
Her eyes caught candlelight like gemstones. Jade. Emerald. Glittering dark. She drank her whiskey and hummed while she scanned the menu. We needed to talk, because I’d told myself I wasn’t touching her until I knew more, and I couldn’t go much longer without contact.
“I ordered ahead,” I said. “Prix Fixe.”
She glanced up at me. “You just ordered without my input? What if I don’t like what you chose?”
I shifted in my seat until our knees knocked. Better. “Without your input, yes. But I certainly considered what I thought you’d like.”
She stared at me like I’d told her the moon was purple.
“Humor me,” I said. “Try what I picked, and we can go from there.”
Her head tilted to the side. “Are you…are you always like this?”
“Like what?” My jaw clenched as I braced myself for her contempt.
She leaned her elbows on the table. “Controlling doesn’t seem adequate.” Her tone was observational. Curious. A scientist poking around her environment. Judgment suspended, for now.
I picked up my wine and spoke into the glass. “Dominant.”
She froze, then leaned closer. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Even the littlest things that obeyed my need for order and regularity satisfied me. It scratched an itch, setting the base of the glass on its circular imprint on the tablecloth. “You heard me.”
She glanced around and dropped her voice. “Like whips and chains and—”
“You don’t have to whisper. This place is safe. And no. I don’t need props or any of that bullshit. I can use them, but they’re not necessary. It’s more about the lifestyle.”
She swallowed. “You’re a sadist?”
“No.” I drummed my fingers on the table and looked her over. “I tend to fuck rough, but I don’t want to hurt you. What I need is control. That’s it, really.”
Nairne’s eyes went to the ceiling as she threw back the rest of her whiskey. “That’s it really,” she muttered. “You’ve got to be joking me. Do I look like controllable material?”
“Not one fucking bit, which is why you’re presenting a real problem for me.” I leaned an elbow on the table and slid my other hand beneath it, up her skirt. So much for having a talk before I touched her. She was too tempting. I knew she wouldn’t speak freely here, so I did things old school—read her as I went.
Her eyes shut and then blinked slowly open. She liked it. My hand went higher and grasped her lean thigh. Her skin was impossibly smooth. Touching her made my cock stone.
“What’s the problem?” Her voice had gotten fainter. Smokier. Aroused.
“I have to have you, Nairne. And you want me, too.” She didn’t even bother denying it this time, which was nice. “But you’re the antithesis of what works in my life.”
I watched her throat as she swallowed again and imagined how it would feel to clasp her windpipe, drill into her with those long legs draped over my shoulders.
“Then why do you want me?” She shifted her leg slightly so that my thumb grazed the edge of her panties. Even while surrendering herself, she vied for control. Topping from the bottom. Saw that one coming from a mile away.
“I haven’t figured that out yet,” I admitted. “Neither have you.”
Her breath stuttered. “Meaning, this is a very bad idea,” she rasped. I couldn’t stop staring at her lips.
“Pretty much. But against my better judgment, I’m taking you anyway.”
AUTHOR BIO: Chloe’s always been a sucker for a suspenseful steamy romance, ever since she managed to find the one saucy mystery series hiding in her high school’s prim little library. Nothing drives her crazier than a story that cranks up the heat, then closes the door on the reader’s face, so don’t read her books if you don’t want to know what actually happens when the lights fade to black…
When she’s not writing, Chloe’s busy reading books of all genres, rereading Harry Potter (which she can’t help but make her characters similarly obsessed over), and playing catch-up with her bad@$$ little girls. She’s also been known to scramble around the pitch for a pick-up soccer match and run along the river while dreaming up her next book.
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