You Really Got Me by Kelly Jamieson

Today we're spotlighting Kelly Jamieson's book YOU REALLY GOT ME.

And needless to say, Nikki is really excited to read this. Anyone who has read our blog (or reviews) in the past knows that Nikki is all over a book if it's steamy. 

Well, can you blame me!? I love sexy times in books!

LOL. That's what we were saying. 

Yes but you were making it sound like I'm the only one that likes sexy times in books. 

That wasn't the intent, but it's definitely true that you're pickier about it than the rest of us. 

That's not true!

Um...I seem to recall you saying no to a book recently because even though it sounded good, it had no sexy times. 

Well...can you blame me? Sexy times are HOT!

Anyway, let's get back to the book....

"There will be pain but only if she asks nicely. "

Kendall Vioget fell hard for Police Chief Jason Holloway, until the best sex of her life became something more, something she wasn't ready for. Afraid of what he asked of her, afraid of her own desires, she walked away.

Now her brother's fiancee has gone missing a week before the wedding, bringing Jason back into her life. She needs his help, but her body is losing the battle to resist the hunger to satisfy the dark cravings he can set free.

Jason understands what she needs, and when her increasing submission banishes the self-doubts he s been carrying around, he knows a perfect match like this comes along only once in a lifetime. Until the missing persons case becomes a murder investigation, and suspicion falls on her brother.

Kendall will do anything to protect the only family she has left, and Jason will do anything to make sure a killer is put behind bars. If he doesn t handle this case right, the most precious gift she could have given him her trust will be destroyed. Permanently.

Warning: This book contains bondage, spanking, a sexy police chief determined to catch a killer, a woman determined to protect her family, and wine lots of wine.

 

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Jason followed Kendall into his bedroom. As she took in the flickering candles he’d placed around the room her steps slowed. Music pulsed quietly in an urgent, erotic rhythm and the scent of beeswax hung in the air. A smile curved her lips as her gaze roamed to his big bed, then landed on the rope and the blindfold lying there. Her eyes widened.

She swallowed and turned to look up at him.

Candlelight gleamed on her shiny dark hair. Her big brown eyes shadowed with questions and her pretty lips parted. So beautiful. So perfect.

In the time they’d been seeing each other, things between them had developed from a spine-tingling attraction to a deep, urgent need. Innocent dinner dates at charity events and restaurants had eventually led to sex, the best he’d ever had, sex that had become harder and faster and darker. Yeah, he’d pushed it, but she’d gone there with him. Perfect.

“What is this music?” she asked of the techno beat pulsing around them.

“Lords of Acid,” he said, holding her gaze. “The song is ‘Rough Sex’.”

Her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly. “You really need to start listening to rock n’ roll,” she muttered.

His lips twitched. They’d had this conversation about their divergent musical tastes before. Although before, they’d been talking about the differences between Rascal Flatts and Keith Urban, and the Doors and Cream, including a lively discussion comparing Keith Urban’s guitar skills to Eric Clapton’s.

“This music suits my mood tonight,” he murmured. “Tonight…I’m going to give you what you’ve been wanting.”

Her eyes widened again and she sucked in a breath.

Rough sex.

“You need this,” he said, keeping his tone gentle, holding her gaze steadily. “You know it, Kendall.”

“Need what?” she whispered with another nervous glance toward the bed.

“Need me to take control.”

She bit her lip, studying him.

“Been watching you, babe.” He reached out and touched gentle fingertips to her jaw. “Every time…I know you want more.”

“I’m afraid,” she confessed, still in a whisper.

“Afraid of me?” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip.

She shook her head, and pressed into his hand. “N-no.”

“Afraid of yourself.”

“Maybe.” She closed her eyes briefly. “I don’t like to let someone else be in control.”

“I know that, sweetheart. You look after everyone else…but who’s looking after you?”

He knew the answer to that. There was nobody who looked after her.

“That’s why you need this. Total emotional release. I promise you, baby, you’ll learn about parts of yourself you never have.”

He wanted to give that to her. Fuck, he wanted to so much.

He caressed her face and she closed her eyes again and rubbed into his palm like a cat, encouraging him. “You have to trust me. And trust that I take that responsibility seriously.”

He watched her face as she considered his words. Her gaze went out of focus as she stared past him.

“Kendall.” His voice a soft command, her eyes snapped back to meet his. “I want to do this…for you.”

She lifted her chin. “I don’t want to be tied up.”

He resisted a smile, his chest expanding a little as her words signaled her partial agreement. “Being restrained can set you free,” he said, pushing a bit more. “Knowing that another person has complete control over you is the only way to be completely free.”

She shook her head. He studied her face. But she held firm, keeping her chin up.

Admiration and warmth rose inside him. She was strong. Another reason she was so perfect. “All right,” he finally said. “Not tonight. I’ll leave you unbound. But you have to do everything I tell you to do.”

“Always negotiating,” she murmured.

Now he had to smile. “That’s part of it.”

“I don’t have to do everything you tell me.”

“Yeah. You do.”

“No. I don’t.”

His lips twitched again. “I see you’re not getting this control thing.”

Kelly Jamieson is a best-selling author of over twenty-five romance novels and novellas.  Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”.

 

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