One night. No one will know.
Hate to Want You
Forbidden Hearts, #1
Forbidden Hearts, #1
by Alisha Rai
Releasing July 25th 2017
Avon
Avon
Alisha Rai, one of
contemporary romance’s brightest stars, makes her Avon Books debut with the
first novel in the sexy Forbidden Hearts series!
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . HATE TO WANT
YOU (Forbidden Hearts, #1) . . . Move over Romeo & Juliet, Hatfield’s & McCoy’s. This
family feud has so much more than death and destruction on the menu. The fire.
The heat. The passion. The desire. The forbidden.
The turmoil. The angst.
LOVE
IT. LOVE IT. LOVE IT. With just one read, this book has rocketed to the top of
my must read again, again and again. Its made my favorite list. Its found a
home at the top of my best romance stack.
This dual
POV gives the insight that would have been missed in any other person. Livvy
grows with each new look at her and her POV. Nicholas was bam right in your
face. Take me as I am. Accept what I have to offer. He gave and gave. The two
had strength, honor, compassion, confusion, emotions. The depth that was given
to each POV allowed you to bond with each character at different points and
times within the read. The turmoil that was experience by each was relayed
perfectly. The emotional balance gave this romance a bit more than the average.
The sexplay was more than just sex. It was raw, open, and connecting.
The
addition of the secondary characters, aka family and a few friends added to the
dynamic at play during the entire read. There was overall depth that gave it
that extra spice of flavor. These secondary characters gave complete performances
that invite you back to take another look at the series, as a whole developed
plotline.
Looking
forward to the next release would be putting things very mild. I have this one
on my watch list so that I can reread Hate
to Want You just before Wrong to Need
You come out. If you too are looking for a romance that will stir you in
all the right was pick up your copy of Hate
to Want You.
Forbidden Hearts series:
Hate to
Want You – Forbidden Hearts, #1
Wrong
to Need You – Forbidden Hearts, #2
Blurb
One
night. No one will know.
That
was the deal. Every year, Livvy Kane and Nicholas Chandler would share one
perfect night of illicit pleasure. The forbidden hours let them forget the
tragedy that haunted their pasts—and the last names that made them enemies.
Until
the night she didn’t show up.
Now
Nicholas has an empire to run. He doesn’t have time for distractions and
Livvy’s sudden reappearance in town is a major distraction. She’s the one woman
he shouldn’t want . . . so why can’t he forget how right she feels in his bed?
Livvy
didn’t come home for Nicholas, but fate seems determined to remind her of his
presence—and their past. Although the passion between them might have once run
hot and deep, not even love can overcome the scandal that divided their
families.
Being
together might be against all the rules . . . but being apart is impossible.
(Rated R)
Despite her ridiculous schoolgirl outfit, she wasn’t the
girl she’d been when she left town. Her hair, her clothes, even her attitude
was subtly different. He’d watched every change happen over the past decade in
a time-lapse video. There was nothing he didn’t like about the differences in
her now.
Dangerous.
Right. Right. This was about sex. Nothing else.
She headed down the walkway, the flickering streetlamp in
the parking lot burnishing her hair with red and black. She didn’t wobble a bit
on her pencil-thin heels, reassuring him that though she’d been in a bar, she
wasn’t anywhere near intoxicated.
He got out of the car, taking care to pull his collar up
and lower his head, feeling ridiculous as he did so. He was a grown man. Who
cared if he had sex with another consenting adult?
Lots of people, starting with his father, but he wasn’t
going to think about them right now.
His strides were longer than hers. Her heels and skirt
made it difficult for her to do more than mince. He made it to the door a
second after she got it open, and followed her in, kicking the door shut behind
him. She stripped off her light fall jacket and tossed it on the floor. “Liv—”
was all he had a chance to say before she was in his arms, shoving him back.
It was dark, the only light coming in from the crack
between the dingy curtains. Her lips pressed against his, and he inhaled the
scent of her, each drugging kiss making his head spin. She crawled up him like
he was a pole, her arms and legs clutching for balance.
It took him only a second. One second of having those red
lips devouring his hungrily, one second of that hot sinner’s body pressing
against his own, and all semblance of rational thought flew out of his brain.
Who cared about tomorrow? He was too enflamed to wonder
about anything but the here and now. Too excited to even consider this a bad
idea. He kissed her back as if he would die if he didn’t get her mouth, licking
and sucking and memorizing the very taste of her. He slid his hands over her
ass, gripped her luscious cheeks tight, and spun her around, pushing her up
against the door.
He ripped his lips away, holding her from him when she
might have forced her way back. “How do you want it?” he growled. He had an
inkling, from the signals she was broadcasting, but it had been a while since
he’d had to read those signals.
“Hard . . .” She scraped her nails over the back of his
neck. “Use me. Make me feel it tomorrow.”
The wild look in her eyes was sharper than he’d ever seen
it, and it ramped up his own lust. He dragged his hand over her ass, rubbing
the fabric against her bottom. “This outfit is indecent.”
Her lids dropped to half-mast, and she arched her back.
“You don’t like my clothes? I’m heartbroken.”
“You look like a schoolgirl.”
She tightened her legs around his waist, rubbing up on
him. Her heat and wetness was obvious, even through the twin barriers of her
underwear and his pants. “A naughty one? Who needs to be punished?”
He should feel ridiculous, but instead his body hardened
more, blood engorging his dick. “So naughty.” His hand slipped up her leg to
her hip and the strip of fabric there. He used his other hand to arch her back
farther, feathering his fingers up her spine. “I could see your ass while you
were walking outside.” He traced his hand around the waistband at her back and
clenched the fabric in his wrist, pulling the bikini and her tights taut,
digging into the folds of her pussy. Her eyes widened.
He tightened his grip. “Were you purposefully strutting
around in this skirt, your ass hanging out of it?”
“N-no.”
“You’re lying. Do you know what I do to liars?”
Her nails dug into his skin. “Tell me you spank them.”
A red haze swam in front of his eyes, and he pushed her
legs down so she was standing. Then he grabbed her by the waist and spun her
around to face the door.
He grasped her by the hips and pulled her to stand with
her back in an arch, then flipped up that ridiculous plaid skirt. It took him a
second to lower her tights to her thighs. Her red panties barely covered the
curves of her ass, making him growl. He didn’t know what bar she’d been in, but
he imagined her seated in some dingy smoke-filled dive, anonymous bastards
salivating over her tight body. Fuck, all it would have taken was one shimmy,
and everyone could have gotten a free show, these tempting round globes exposed
but for the silly scraps of fabric she’d put over them.
You have no right to be jealous.
He palmed her cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over the plump
flesh. “Do you know how badly I wanted to pull you onto my lap and flip this
skirt up the second I saw you?”
“To fuck me or to spank me?”
“Both.”
She arched her back more, her ass wriggling. He didn’t
think, merely lifted his hand and smacked one full cheek, his rational, caring
side standing far apart and watching in horror. He’d never spanked a woman
before. As scrappy as Livvy was, he hadn’t thought she’d like this.
Her moan suggested otherwise.
He got it. He got the appeal of this, with Livvy bent over
in front of him, legs spread, skirt lifted, red panties exposed, and the hot
flesh of her ass filling his hand. He slapped her other cheek, and she moaned
again, louder. Hell. He could see the appeal of literally doing anything with
Livvy, to be honest.
“Was that okay?” he had the semblance of mind to ask her.
Her hands had braced against the door, and her fingers
curled in. She nodded, her red-streaked hair rippling over her back.
His next tap was harder. “You’ve been so bad, Livvy.
Tempting all those men tonight. Tempting me.” He smacked her again. “You’ve
never stopped tempting me.”
She whimpered. “I’ll stop.”
“We both know that’s impossible.” He squeezed her left
cheek, dropping to his knees behind her. With his teeth, he carefully lowered
the panties over her ass to meet the rolled-up waistband of her tights. He
stayed there, luxuriating in her body as he pressed soft kisses over each
cheek, punctuating each tender touch with a slap of his hand.
When she was rocking back against his mouth, he pulled
away. He came to his feet. Unable to take his gaze off her tight body, he
walked backward until his knees hit the cheap bed. Nicholas slid down to sit on
the floor, his back supported by the bed. The sliver of streetlight
illuminating the room highlighted her sweet, reddened buttocks. He tore at his
jeans, growling when his hand met his throbbing cock. He needed to jerk off or
get in her pussy. Something. Anything. Literally whatever would relieve this
ache as soon as possible.
She peeked under her arm and straightened, skirt dropping
down to cover her bottom.
A crime, covering that butt.
Livvy stripped off her tights and panties and then turned
to face him. “Nicholas?”
He ran his hand down his cock once, then twice when he
noted the hunger in her gaze as she watched him fondle himself. He grazed the
tip, and his body jerked. “Take off your clothes. Shirt first.”
“Do I have to?” Her breathless question was
pseudo-innocent.
“Unless you want to be punished.” How he’d punish her, he
wasn’t sure. More spanking? Licking her until she wept with the need to orgasm?
Fucking her until she screamed?
These didn’t sound like terrible punishments for either of
them.
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, and she
undid them one by one, so slowly he knew it was a tease. He tightened his hand
on his cock, because he knew if he didn’t, he’d demand she come over here so he
could rip the offending material right off her.
She stripped it off her shoulders, leaving her in her bra,
her toned belly inviting his lips.
“Now the bra.”
She unsnapped the front snap and drew both cups of red
lace away from her breasts. They were perky and lifted on their own, the small
handfuls the perfect fit for his palm. Her brown nipples were tight and
pointed, giving away her excitement. Her breasts rose and fell, her gaze locked
on his hand. He made his pulls slower and more explicit, both to give her a
show and to make sure he didn’t blow too quickly.
Her hand dropped to the waistband of her skirt, shoving it
down, leaving her completely naked. She licked her lips, making the remnants of
her lipstick shiny and vibrant. He imagined those lips wrapped tight around his
cock, him whispering, Suck me, while guiding her head over his lap.
He shook his head, trying to shake the filthy image from
his brain, and released his cock. “Come here.”
She walked over. Her hand unselfconsciously slid over her
belly and pussy. She was wet and hot and plump, nearly hairless, save for a
small landing strip. The pot of gold tattooed at her hip was a dark shadow.
“Closer.”
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Rai pens award-winning, sexy, contemporary
romances and is the first author to have an indie-published book appear
on The Washington Post’s annual Best Books list. She spends most of
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