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Like I want something different for once! I glanced up to watch where I was going and blue eyes met mine. Personal to you in that you figured you could build a better widget, you mean. Self-worth, self-esteem has often been eroded. I inhaled sharply. I hate the word "puckered" and all its variations now. Is he studying photography?
Karen Fernandez So you could overlook his offensive behavior. Is this book better than Fifty Shades of Grey? Cassandra This book is sooooo much better than fifty shades of grey in so many ways i was not a fan of the other and loved this i was hesitant to like it and it …more This book is sooooo much better than fifty shades of grey in so many ways i was not a fan of the other and loved this i was hesitant to like it and it really captured me.
I honestly can't see how it didn't get the same fame less. See all 34 questions about Bared to You…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Rating details. Sort order. Possible spoilers and definitely NSFW unless your workplace is made of awesome. Oh, my god, you guys, this book! Oh, my god I went into this thinking it was going to be completely and totally lame.
Another Fifty Shades of Moronic Writing. Another horrifying testament to the standards which modern writers are apparently held. And do you know what? It WAS. By laughing uncontrollably at nearly every sex scene and believe me, there are many Possible spoilers and definitely NSFW unless your workplace is made of awesome.
By laughing uncontrollably at nearly every sex scene and believe me, there are many. But fans generally defend the story, and I've gotta say, as far as stories go, it's pretty lame. I mean, come on, peeps. They're damaged, they're melodramatic, they're whiny and self-absorbed, they're like, sooo hot, and the entire "story" is them fucking and then whining about it, and then fucking some more.
When I first got started, I was terrified because I hit pretentious wordage in the second sentence: Plus there's the added bonus of being told very inconsequential details, like what color shoes Eva's wearing, how many steps she had to climb, how often she eats yogurt to keep regular I'm making up my own, but you get the gist.
Having your eyes raped by adjectives and other useless textual diarrhea does not usually make for a highly compelling read. There is seriously a point where Eva tells the reader how in love she is with New York because it's so different from her hometown of San Diego with all the people and activity and sights and sounds I'm really not kidding. The first quarter of the book was basically just useless info dump nonsense.
Things picked up a little bit when Eva first met Gideon, only because the writing in that scene was so ludicrous. Phrases like "exquisite masculinity", "magnificent maleness", "scorching force of will" This was also when I was introduced to Gideon's apparent mind control powers.
Eva just goes on and on about how he's put some kind of spell on her, she's inexplicably drawn to him, caught up in his magnetic force, blabbidy blah blah. I suppose it doesn't hurt that Gideon is "savagely gorgeous", and that Eva's eyes "burned just from looking at him".
But then! Oh, then I got to the good stuff. I'm not saying that as a pervert, but as a lover of all things inappropriately hilarious. If I didn't know any better, I would swear to everything holy that this book is satire.
Because while some of the sex scenes were hot, they were almost always laced with one or two lines that had me laughing so hard I was in tears.
Without further ado, I'm going to treat you to a small sampling. Seriously, prepare yourselves for this. Take a deep breath, make sure your bladder is empty and that you've got water and aid nearby in case you fall over.
And for the love of eye bleach, don't let your kids read it: I can feel it against my stomach Because it's just not. He can feel his dick through her abdomen? That's not how wombs work. Or dicks. Or anything. Just take your pick because my mind shorted out for a few seconds. I hate the word "puckered" and all its variations now. I really wish she'd just called it her puckering poopshoot and at least given the reader the joy of alliteration.
Did I mention he's apparently ramming his semen in there? Oh, and this is after she stands up and drips his load all over the floor, making Gideon all hot and bothered because, apparently, lack of adequate hygiene is a major turn on for rich, neurotic alpha males. And you know what? I still don't find this book hot. I always get sidetracked when writing reviews like this because all I ever want to focus on is how funny it all is, but maybe you want to hear how the story stacks up, how the characterization is, how the plot progresses, or what the obstacles are.
I can probably sum each area up in five words or less. Two people fucking. Cliched and irritating.
Plot progression: It's two people fucking? Sexual abuse and shallowness. Yes, they're both damaged and need each other and he's dark and brooding and she's blonde and angelic and the two of them end up in this mindfuck of a relationship, this monumentally codependent clusterfuck of sex and jealousy and petty mind games, and when I wasn't laughing, I kinda wanted to shoot myself in the face.
Guess what else?! Gideon gets all rapey when he's sleepy! No, seriously, he rapes in his sleep It's stupid. Really, really stupid. So why two stars? I'll tell you why two stars I turned toward him And found him masturbating with shocking viciousness. View all comments. I do get the comparison, but truly this is a MUCH better read. Simply put, this book had the polish that FSoG grossly lacked. I read FSoG just before I read this one.
Sadly, I found it disturbing and only gave it a 1-star review. The major similarities: Unlike Grey, Gideon never tries to coerce and manipulate Eva into doing anything that is for his sole pleasure alone.
This series will continue, so hard to say where it will go. Tight, edited and well plotted. It is also quite refreshing when compared to the comic book tone of FSoG.
Yep, Eva has a dark soul too and it controls her. There are some other small similarities to FSoG, but for the most part I found this book stood well on its own. Gideon was a damaged soul, and the relationship between him and Eva often felt like a co-dependent mess and not a true romance.
Beneath all the layers of their relationship I did believe they will find true love and heal as best they can from their past. This was a gripping story and I loved watching these two come together and try to get it right. If you like dark, edgy erotica romance with great writing, then forget the comparison to FSoG. Loved the narrator. I think I enjoyed this book even more the second time through.
The connection between Gideon and Eva is so deep and emotionally raw, and I think I connected with them even more in my re-read. They are intensely interesting characters, both individually and together as a couple. I picked up on many of the subtle details this time that helps to further explain why they are damaged souls, and why their turbulent relationship might be the healthiest thing for them. View all 87 comments. This book was absolute perfection for me!!
It had me swooning, drooling and panting over Gideon Cross and had me reading for the better part of it with the world's biggest grin on my face. The story is told from the perspective of Eva Hammel, a 24 year old girl who comes from money but wants to make it on her own in the world.
She chooses to start at the bottom and work her way to the top and gets a job in an advertising agency where she meets the guy who owns the company she works for and pretty much everything in NYC Gideon Cross and its just an instant connection between then. Sparks fly from the first glance.
And things go from there. Gideon Cross is just pure perfection in my eyes! I love how on the outside he's this unobtainable larger-than-life god but on the inside, he's just a man who wants to be loved by his girl. He caught me to him and cupped my cheek in one hand. Just tell me what I have to do. And give me some room to screw up. I've never done this before. There's a learning curve.
I loved how open and honest they learned to be with each other. They both made mistakes but they were understandable mistakes, nothing that make me want to throw my Kindle at the wall, nothing where I couldn't understand the reaction they had, and they always talked everything through after.
I loved how their love for each other made them stronger than any problems that came their way. It was so refreshing and heart warming. We completed each other. Even now, as his hands roamed possessively over me, I felt a thawing in my soul, the desperate relief of being held - finally - by the man who understood and satisfied my deepest, most intimate desires.
Not that I have a problem with either one. But it was refreshing and realistic that they had both been in a normal amount of relationships for a couple of mid-twenty year olds. Eva's boss Mark and his partner Steven were delightful and fun. Her bi-sexual room-mate and best friend Cary was just so lovable. He was the ultimate big brother character with his own set of problems - I really really hope he gets a HEA. He so deserves one!
We don't get to see much of his past, but you can tell its really heart-breaking. I loved how he knew Eva so well, he just knew when something was wrong just by looking at her. Show me the way, Eva honey. Make me believe. I swear I was fanning myself from the moment they met which was pretty much right at the beginning till the very last page. For those of you wondering about the connection between this book and Fifty Shades, I'd say they have about as much in common as Fifty Shades does with Twilight.
Sure the basics are similar, mega-billionaire hero who is possessive of his girl I found this book more deeply emotional than Fifty and I loved Gideon even more than Christian which is saying a lot cuz all of the Fifty books are on my 6 star list.
Happy, resolved but leaving me biting my nails waiting for October to pleeeeease get here faster!! We'll never be over, Eva. For more of my reviews, come visit http: I picked this book up at NetGalley based on the blurb. For my enjoyment of contemporary romantic fiction, there has to be at least some believability to the plot, some credibility to the characterisations.
The more so for con 1. And this is where this novel most notably failed for me. Where are all the unattractive people? Or just the homely, plain, average people? The fat, plump, thin? The big-eared, big-nosed, lank-haired? The neat, but plainly-dressed, the badly-dressed?
The everyday people that play the secondary and tertiary roles in fiction. This novel was void of any such realistic characters. It's a given in romance that the hero is handsome. Sometimes the heroine is pretty or even beautiful. But the secondary characters here were described almost universally as pretty, good-looking, attractive, beautiful, handsome, gorgeous, stunning, exquisite. Even the extras, those usually nameless characters used to fill out the scene — waiters, receptionists, passers-by — were described in the same glowing terms.
I may have possibly missed an average-looking character, but it was so over-populated by the beautiful people I wondered if NYC indeed has any ordinary-looking people at all. Ah, NY. You rock. If this was a mistake on the part of the author, I find it hard to believe. But what's wrong with having plain or unattractive people in the story?
It lends an authentic feel and degree of realism. Otherwise, as here, it pushes contemporary fiction too close to fantasy. The hero The next major departure from reality for me was in the characterisation of the hero.
This is a man who at the relatively young age of twenty-eight has taken the business world by storm. Not just a comfortably well-off, self-made man. Not just a millionaire. But a billionaire. In other words, older men. I realise this is fiction, but at least a passing acquaintance with reality is necessary. Why must he be so young? A man in his early 40s or even late 30s would be much more believable. A sensitive issue I read a book recently where the plot revolved around Hurricane Katrina and was asked if the author was sensitive to the plight of those who were affected.
I understand the concern and share it as I too dislike when an author uses a natural disaster, a major calamity, an act of terrorism, a serious social or health issue in a way that feels exploitative. Afterall, these things are real. Survivors of childhood sexual abuse can spend years dealing with very real, very serious problems.
Often they have a number of very deep emotional, psychological, even spiritual issues. Self-worth, self-esteem has often been eroded. Usually therapy, counselling, support and sometimes even medication, are the necessary paths to a fulfilling life. Success in careers, education and relationships, and financial independence is very, very difficult. The fact that Cross could possibly become this billionaire business tycoon at twenty-eight, negotiating through all the pain and problems of childhood sexual abuse, is beyond ridiculous.
Besides the lack of realism The connection, the relationship between the hero and heroine, regardless of the setting, the number or type of sex scenes, the time period or sub-genre.
There was a lack of emotional connection. There was little chemistry. It lacked any romantic subtleties or affectionate nuances or sweet build-up or passionate climaxes. The sex scenes were not overly explicit. Yet the protagonists' relationship was based strongly on a sexual connection which came off as harsh, sterile and shallow. This book relies heavily on the erotic for its appeal.
With numerous, over-wrought sexual interludes, this may suit many readers. Some may even consider Cross the ultimate silver-tongued Lothario. A bit of dirty talk in the bedroom between lovers can be wonderfully erotic.
The same talk from a near-stranger comes across as creepy, ill-mannered and bizarre. But as far as romance goes, both Cross and this novel were about as romantic and charmingly glib as a fourteen year-old schoolboy sniffing around for his first conquest. Something vaguely familiar There's something vaguely familiar about the premise of the book. A billionaire businessman with a history of childhood sexual abuse, who's into control, and a dominant.
Other issues Briefly, some of the other issues I had with this novel. There were many inconsistencies. For example, Cross is afraid of being at his parents' house, he rarely goes there. Whatever gives him nightmares has happened at this house. Despite this, he has time at one point to stay long enough to go a couple of rounds with the heroine, regardless that he was desperate to leave.
I suppose this inconsistency was overlooked so that the setup for the exhibitionist sex scenes could be played out. Because of their pasts neither indulge in anal play. Suddenly out-of-the-blue, the heroine announces she wants it. No prior discussion, no build-up, no need of counsel, no step-by-step increments towards including this in their sexual lives. When this has been such a monumental and painful issue for them both in their pasts. The heroine who starts out independent and self-assured, seemingly loses these strengths upon meeting Cross.
She stumbles around him. She's obsessed and jealous. She gushes on and on about how beautiful he is. She comments constantly throughout the novel on how good he smells. Her first response is to always run away when there's a hitch with Cross.
Her way of dealing with her problems is too often with alcohol. To have either the hero or heroine with a tortured past in romantic fiction is pretty standard. To have both, is stretching it. Yet we have not just the hero and the heroine, but her best friend as well. And her mother and possibly his brother have some real emotional baggage. In conclusion Overall, I found Bared to You terribly melodramatic, unrealistic, with major lapses in character consistency.
The hero was crude, crass and lacking charm. Unoriginal, trite and using childhood sexual abuse in such a context, felt too much like trivialising an indescribably painful issue. The romance lacked subtlety.
The relationship between the protagonists never seemed to develop from its superficial, sexual beginnings. View all 95 comments. Warning-Contains minor spoilers!! May hinder your reading experience!! My very Honest review -- fans of this book please bear with me.
The story is written from the perspective of Eva Tramell. Because of her new job she has just moved to Manhattan from San Diego. The first time she meets with Gideon Cross, sparks fly.
The tension between them is palpable and their chemistry is nearly explosive. I really liked the first few chapters,which shows them skirting around each other. It was quite good. So,why th Warning-Contains minor spoilers!! So,why the 2 stars? Gideon says that he wants to fuck her. She is offended to be seen as vagina with legs. And I was so happy to have a clear headed,strong heroine who does not take any shit. When Gideon asks her what she wants,she says she does not want a relationship but will like to know something about the person she sleeps with.
Gideon agrees. It's all well and good Until the first time they have sex in a limo. A connection forms between them in those moments. Gideon, stupid man emotionally withdraws. And Eva very,very hurt;runs aways. Gideon of course goes to Eva and tries to make up. This is where I began to get irritated. She knows that he was emotionally closed off.
She herself had said that she did not want a relationship ,but instead of taking a stand and telling him what she felt,she runs! The next time,Gideon takes her to a hotel room he owns the hotel and they have a very good time together. Gideon is in shower,and Eva is about to join him when she finds out that Gideon brings all his women there.
She becomes angry,very angry. Now,her anger is justified because Gideon means a lot to her and she too wants to mean something to him. But does she confront him? Does she give him a swift kick which he so rightly deserves?
Also she was the one who said that she did not want a relationship,only sex. So does she give him a chance to make up??? She runs. Gideon runs after her and apologizes again. This goes on again and again and again But really their idiocy crosses the normal level the night Eva tells Gideon about the sexual abuse she had to endure when she was a child. Then she becomes upset to see pity and horror in his eyes,not lust. Really,she has just told the man who may not recognize it yet but in reality loves her fiercely,that she had been a victim of sexual abuse for 4 years and what was he supposed to do???
Jump her. Well to stop her from leaving,Gideon does exactly that. Still,at night when Gideon has another of his terrifying,somehow sexually related nightmare it might be that he too was a victim of sexual abuse ,Eva asks him to tell her about that. He tries to turn the topic and This time Gideon lets her go.
Eva too does not approach him. First,she thinks to herself feeling hurt -- "He does not want to share his past with me. Well,that's a deal breaker for me.
She has not tried to approach me. I'll try and let her go.. Well it goes on and on and on like this Eva runs,Gideon comes after her and they have sex and make up and then something else occurs,Eva runs, By the end I was literally banging my head!
Well that's all View all 69 comments. To give credit where credit is due, Sylvia Day is not E. Her grammar is good, she varies her sentence structures and, although her propensity for purple prose is at times off-putting, she's a competent wordsmith.
That being said, I would not want to imply there was anything remotely literary about this book. There isn't. Which is a shame, because someone should start writing literary er I decided to read Bared To You because it was sold as a well-written version of Fifty Shades of Grey. Which is a shame, because someone should start writing literary erotica again. It was certainly gratifying to discover that at least this heroine wasn't a year old virgin who'd never masturbated.
However, like FSOG, it casts improbably young people in improbably mature situations. Eva is 22, a recent graduate who has landed a job at an ad agency in Manhattan with little to recommend her. She lives in an apartment with a wine fridge and a bi-sexual roommate who tucks bottles of Cristal on ice for her as a favour.
Gideon Cross is a year old billionaire who seems to own half of Manhattan. I have to admit to being puzzled by the choice of age of the characters, both in this novel and in 50 Shades, until I realized that there is no way the litany of contrived conflicts in the plot would work with even marginally mature grown-ups.
It takes characters with hair-trigger reactions, non-existent impulse control and an expectation that your lover comes to you without a past to make the plot move forward. Just like 50 Shades, the story jerks spasmodically along from emo moment to sex scene to emo moment like pawns doggedly inching their way across a chessboard of adolescent over-reactions. The sex is interestingly written. He's either going down on her repeatedly, or gasping out lovelorn remarks like 'your cunt's so tight'.
Well, she's I'm not sure how this goes down with the mommy consumers of mommy porn. Does it remind them to redouble their kegel exercise efforts, or do they resign themselves to saving their pennies for a vaginoplasty? Still, I'm unsure whether it's the sex that is supposed to get you off or the conspicuous consumption.
The book is littered with brand names. An ever-present materialism thrums like drone through the whole novel and is eerily reminiscent of Bret Easton Ellis's psychopaths obsession with brand names. Along with the consumerism is an unvarying textual obeisance to the buff, ripped, perfect body.
No one in this novel has any flaws. No one is plump, no one is bony, no one has acne, no one has visible scars. No one has a single physical shortcoming. It's a world of Calvin Klein ad models, toned and photogenicly sheened in odorless sweat, fucking on the immaculately decorated set of a feature piece for Vogue. Their perfect bodies might be read as an ironic juxtaposition to their myriad emotional scars. But probably not. It has the heavy taint of soap opera about it: There is a supporting cast of the mildly villainous and the long-sufferingly loyal to provide that friction: Puppets to adorn the rococo melodrama.
Don't mistake me. There is actually a very compelling and rather serious plot beneath the glutinous and facile emo soup. Perhaps I'm just not the right sort of woman to read these types of books. I don't need my fiction strewn with glossy images of super-rich lifestyles, impossibly sculpted bodies, decorated with brand products, or have my fictional mental traumas used to such transparently sensational plot-driven ends.
The explicit sex doesn't compensate for the number of times I rolled my eyes while reading this. I miss reading stories about adults.
Finally, I am quickly recognizing the blatantly mercenary strategy for publishers to manipulate readers into buying into a whole series by shoddily and abruptly ending the first book.
Both this book and FSOG used this strategy. It is a supreme comment on how publishers - even the big ones like Random House and Penguin - have become nothing more than Mall-Chain discount sellers. No wonder they are quickly loosing their legitimacy as arbiters of good fiction. View all 29 comments. Fell short of my expectations. I really wanted to like this book.
The first few chapters held promise for me. I felt as though it was well written and had good dialogue. I assumed it would be everything I was searching for in my next read but, for me, it fell short. My biggest issues were being unable to connect with Gideon at all, and I didn't find that the characters ever came alive. I never felt that the book expla Fell short of my expectations.
I never felt that the book explained what made Eva so different in Gideon's eyes or why he had an immediate obsession with her. They used sex instead of talking through their horrific issues, and it seemed to fix everything and nothing at the same time. I don't mind a steamy read -- but I have to be emotionally connected to a story in order to appreciate it, and with this book, I just wasn't. I know there is a sequel, which obviously will explain more of Gideon's character, but I just hate finishing an entire book feeling as though I don't know one of the lead characters.
Book Stats: Fairly weak and unconvincing. Tormented and damaged. Alpha hero. Skimmed the surface of an in-depth storyline. Well-written and expressive. First person: Left open for more story. View all 53 comments. This is a sophisticated, provocative, titillating, highly erotic, sexually driven read and is extremely well done. The title fits the book in more ways than one. It not only applies to the sexual nature of the book, but how Eva and Gideon give of themselves to one each other in body, mind, heart and soul.
Eva is a smart, self-assured woman who finds herself drawn to the charismatic, enigmatic Gideon. Their relationship is initially based solely on sex, but their connection is so po 5 Big Stars!
Their relationship is initially based solely on sex, but their connection is so powerful, that they are overwhelmed with the need to be with one another. Most times their dates, rendezvous, encounters…whatever, result in some very primal raw sex. The two of them are insatiable, especially Gideon, who takes it to a level with Eva that leaves her completely undone.
Gideon is all about giving pleasure and then saving his for last. The misting fan could not compete with his exuberant bouts of sex, yet, none of this ever felt dirty, but necessary for the two of them.
Much of this has to do with the fact that Eva and Gideon are tormented from past trauma and this is a form of healing for them. So, as the book came to its conclusion the story of Eva and Gideon did not. I was satisfied enough that I could leave them for a while, but I need to know how this all plays out, and that my friends will remain to be seen…hopefully in October! In the meantime I can't recommend this book enough, you will run the gambit of emotions while you join Eva and Gideon on their quest to find themselves and each other.
This is my Gideon I know he doesn't have blue eyes, but the rest Just my thoughts on this matter! There is no doubt that EL James is a gifted author, but Sylvia Day is a talented, skilled writer and has written an exceptional book. So, if I had to choose between the two…Bared to You Crossfire by Brandon Flowers http: Hermosos y perfectos los dos, pero ambos esconden pasados abusivos.
Gideon Cross, dark-haired, blue-eyed, 28, owner of half NY!?! Beautiful and perfect both, but both hide abusive pasts. When they know each other they have the feeling of belonging, but their past will not be easy.
In what they will not have any problem is in the sex because they have a tremendous chemistry. The name of the book not only has to do with physical nudity which exists in excess in the book but how Eva presents herself to Gideon and teaches him everything that she is and tells him about her past.
It's an erotic book, but with an interesting story. Hot, passionate and totally addictive read. The chemistry between Eva and Gideon, explodes on the page. They are made for each other. They're not perfect, as they have their own issues to deal with. But as they work themselves through it, you'll be taken on an emotional ride like no other. Wow, what a ride! Gideon If you want a great story with a lot of heat, you can't go wrong with this book. Loved it! View all 54 comments. Aug 23, Jessica Edwards rated it liked it Shelves: What to say?
Bared to you centers around Eva Tramell, a twenty four year old woman who is a survivor of childhood sexual abuse.
Eva finds it extremely hard at times to overcome this past, but she is drawn to young, billionaire Gideon Cross as soon as she meets him. It is later revealed in the book that Gideon is also a childhood sexual abuse survivor.
The two must find a way to heal each other in order to move on from their pasts and establish a healthy romantic relationship. I used to love What to say? I used to love reading books about hot men who are playboys, but if I'm being honest, it now bores me because this kind of story is being repeated all the time. I've actually had enough! Like I want something different for once! Not the same thing being repeated multiple freaking times!
Can you tell I'm frustrated with this!? In this book, when I saw that a sex scene was coming up, I skipped all the pages and sighed to myself saying, 'Yup, another one.
And with this series I thought after Entwined with you The men in these series really have a problem, like how many times do you need to get laid I don't know maybe I'm just not in the mood to read this kind of genre anymore View all 5 comments. In order not to step on anyone's toes or hurt anyone's feelings I won't rate Bared to You.
As far as I can judge, Bared to You is a sensitive topic because it's already related to Fifty. Frankly, it's not my intention to start a turmoil by writing a negative review.
When I'm reviewing a book I want to be able to write about my feelings. I want to be honest, and a review should always reflect my emotions why I didn't like a book.
Naturally it's the same the other way In order not to step on anyone's toes or hurt anyone's feelings I won't rate Bared to You. Naturally it's the same the other way round.
One day soon, I hoped to blend right in, but for now I still felt like a fraudulent New Yorker. I had the address and the job, but I was still wary of the subway and had trouble hailing cabs.
I tried not to walk around wide-eyed and distracted, but it was hard. There was just so much to see and experience. The sensory input was astonishing—the smell of vehicle exhaust mixed with food from vendor carts, the shouts of hawkers blended with music from street entertainers, the awe-inspiring range of faces and styles and accents, the gorgeous architectural wonders. And the cars. Jesus Christ. Real New Yorkers cruised right through it all, their love for the city as comfortable and familiar as a favorite pair of shoes.
I was starry-eyed and it showed. So I had to really work at playing it cool as I made my way over to the building where I would be working. I wanted to make a living based on my own merits, and that meant an entry-level position. I respected that. I suspected Stanton did, too, although he would never admit it. It was a point of pride for my father. Knowing it was pointless to get riled up over old frustrations, I focused on getting to work as quickly as possible.
I tipped my head back and followed the line of the building all the way up to the slender ribbon of sky. I pulled my new ID card out of the inner pocket of my pants and held it up for the two guards in black business suits at the desk.
I was walking toward the bank of elevators when a svelte, beautifully groomed brunette caught her purse on a turnstile and upended it, spilling a deluge of change. I winced in sympathy and crouched to help the woman collect her money, as did one of the guards.
I smiled back. The custom three-piece suit hit more than a few of my hot buttons, but it was the tall, powerfully lean body inside it that made it sensational. He sank into an elegant crouch directly in front of me. Hit with all that exquisite masculinity at eye level, I could only stare. Then something shifted in the air between us. As he stared back, he altered. The intense magnetism he exuded grew in strength, becoming a near-tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power.
Reacting purely on instinct, I shifted backward. Inky black hair framed a breathtaking face. Those eyes narrowed slightly, his features otherwise schooled into impassivity.
His dress shirt and suit were both black, but his tie perfectly matched those brilliant irises. My heartbeat quickened; my lips parted to accommodate faster breaths. He smelled sinfully good. Not cologne. Body wash, maybe. Or shampoo. Whatever it was, it was mouthwatering, as was he.
With a shaky inhalation, I placed my hand in his. My pulse leaped when his grip tightened. His touch was electric, sending a shock up my arm that raised the hairs on my nape. It brought sex to mind. Extraordinary sex. I thought for a moment that he might be able to make me orgasm just by talking long enough.
My lips were dry, so I licked them before answering. We maintained eye contact because I was unable to look away. Younger than thirty would be my guess, but his eyes were much worldlier.
Hard and sharply intelligent. I felt drawn to him, as if a rope bound my waist and he were slowly, inexorably pulling it.
Blinking out of my semidaze, I released him. I looked at him in his civilized, urbane, outrageously expensive suit and thought of raw, primal, sheet-clawing fucking. My brain stuttered back into gear. I was irritated with myself for feeling so awkward while he was so completely self-possessed. And why? Because I was dazzled, damn it.
He glanced up at me, and the pose—him nearly kneeling before me—skewed my equilibrium again. He held my gaze as he rose. You should sit down for a minute. To him. I talked over her. Get a grip. Five minutes with Mr. I could still feel the pull of him, the inexplicable urge to go back inside where he was.
How many times was I going to make an ass of myself in one day? In seconds all the parties would forget the exchange, which was just one beat in the natural tempo of the city.
Ah, New York, I thought, feeling settled again. You rock. By the time it was over, I felt more like myself. His lashes were enviably thick and long, while his head was shaved bald. With a little training you could be a literal knockout. In a city like New York, knowing self-defense is imperative. It was direct, like his gaze, and his smile was genuine. He wore a black sleeveless shirt and long shorts.
His Converse sneakers looked comfortably beat up, and tribal tattoos peeked out from his collar. Have fun? I told him about the kickboxing class and Parker Smith. He set a bowl in front of me. It contained tiny tubes of salad noodles covered in a skimpy tomato sauce with lumps of ground beef and peas.
What is it? I caught the handle of the spoon sticking out of the bowl and decided not to comment on the food. I thought that was me. Do tell me more. I watched him take a couple bites of his own concoction before I felt brave enough to try it myself. Blond or dark? Built or lean? Eye color? Lean and built. Blue eyes. Filthy rich, judging by his clothes and accessories. And he was insanely sexy. This guy had it all. In my mind, I remembered his breathtaking face with crystal clarity.
It should be illegal for a man to be that mind-blowing. I was still recovering from the frying of my brain cells. Cary set his elbow on the counter and leaned in, his long bangs covering one vibrant green eye. Or else I was just starving. Still, he somehow managed to pick the wrong partner every time. Forget the real guy. Just use his face in your fantasies and make him perfect there.
I shoved everything else out of my mind and focused on him and his growing success. The demand for Cary Taylor was increasing by the day, and he was building a reputation with photographers and accounts for being both professional and prompt.
I was thrilled for him and so proud. He loves your mom. He loves spoiling your mom, and your mom loves spoiling you. He does it for her. A bombshell dress for you and a Brioni tux for me, because buying gifts for me is what he does for you. Thank God he knows that. Take a look. I was hairinept, but he could create styles that were glamorous masterpieces. Before me was a wall of bulletproof glass that framed the double-door entrance to the reception area.
The receptionist at the crescent-shaped desk saw the badge I held up to the glass. She was mixed race, a little bit Asian for sure, and very pretty. Her hair was dark and thick and cut into a sleek bob that was shorter in the back and razor sharp in the front. Her sloe eyes were brown and warm, and her lips were full and naturally pink. One was mine and I went straight to it.
One was a framed collage of three photos—me and Cary on Coronado Beach, my mom and Stanton on his yacht in the French Riviera, and my dad on duty in his City of Oceanside, California, police cruiser. Against the backdrop of sky and skyscrapers, Mark looked accomplished and powerful. He leaned back and smiled. Do you miss the palm trees?
The humidity here is taking some getting used to. Mark touched bases with two clients and had a long meeting with the creative team working on concept ideas for a trade school. Eva Tramell speaking. When I reached the bank of elevators, I pulled out my cell to text a quick On my way note to Cary. When the doors opened, I took a step forward.
I glanced up to watch where I was going and blue eyes met mine. My breath caught. The sex god was the lone occupant. I had never seen hair that purely black. It was glossy and slightly long, the ends drifting over his collar. As my mother would say, only rogues and raiders had hair like that. My hands clenched against the urge to touch it, to see if it felt like the rich silk it resembled. The doors began to close. How did he know my name? For a second, I debated telling him I was waiting for someone so I could take another car down, but my brain lurched back into action.
What the hell was wrong with me? If only. I stepped into the car. The doors closed and the elevator began its descent.
I immediately regretted my decision to share the car with him. Awareness of him prickled across my skin. He was a potent force in such a small enclosure, radiating a palpable energy and sexual magnetism that had me shifting restlessly on my feet. My breathing became as ragged as my heartbeat. I felt that inexplicable pull to him again, as if he exuded a silent demand that I was instinctively attuned to answering.
My heart was racing in my chest, my stomach quivering madly. And getting better as it progresses. I stepped back to make room for them, retreating into the opposite corner of the elevator from Dark and Dangerous. Except he sidestepped along with me.
He adjusted his perfectly knotted tie, his arm brushing against mine as he did so. It was impossible. He was just so there. Right there. All perfect and gorgeous and smelling divine.
My thoughts ran away from me, fantasizing about how hard his body might be beneath the suit, how it might feel against me, how well endowed—or not—he might be.
When the car reached the lobby, I almost moaned in relief. The sensation of his touch on such a vulnerable place rippled through me. We reached the turnstiles and his hand fell away, leaving me feeling oddly bereft.
I glanced at him, trying to read him, but although he was looking at me, his face gave nothing away. He was wearing jeans that showcased his mile-long legs and an oversized sweater in soft green that emphasized his eyes. He easily drew the attention of everyone in the lobby. Cary whistled as the car pulled away. From the way you were looking at him, that was the guy you told me about, right?
My brain sort of fried for a minute. I need a drink. Bring your tablet. Can you work late tonight? Is that timeline usual? But to be fair, the RFP provides a lot more information than it asks for in return. Par for the course when dealing with Cross Industries. I thought I was the only one. No news can be good news. Besides research vodka and stay late. Mark activated the speaker and kept working. I forgot. A snort came clearly across the line. Does she like Chinese?
He grinned. I watched them interact and felt awe and a dash of envy. Their relationship was so beautifully functional that it was a joy to spend time with them. Where does it go? Maybe that helps. I could win money betting on how much she can eat. I knew you had a bit of a wild streak. Mark saved me. And what do you know about wild women anyway?
They like our perspective. I wanted to see if hetero sex lived up to the hype. Steven shrugged. Mark insisted on calling me a cab. Steven bumped shoulders with Mark. I put the toilet seat down. Hanging baskets of ferns and lilies fragranced the air and a smoky glass security entrance was sandblasted with Cross Industries in a bold, masculine font.
We were buzzed in, and then asked to wait a moment. Mark looked at me with twinkling eyes as the receptionist reached for the door handle. I made sure to smile brightly as I stepped inside.
My abrupt stop bottlenecked the threshold and Mark ran into my back, sending me stumbling forward. The air left my lungs in a rush, followed immediately by every bit of common sense I possessed. Even through the layers of clothing between us, his biceps were like stone beneath my palms, his stomach a hard slab of muscle against my own. When he sucked in a sharp breath, my nipples tightened, stimulated by the expansion of his chest.
Oh no. I was cursed. It was a memorable one. He was dressed in black again, with both his shirt and tie in a soft gray.
As always, he looked too good. What would it be like to be that amazing looking? There was no way he could go anywhere without causing a disturbance. Reaching out, Mark steadied me and eased me back gently. Okay then. I admired how cool Mark remained under pressure—pressure exerted by Cross, who easily dominated the meeting. What would entice you to try Kingsman, Eva?
He was just so. Cross, but if you must know, I think sexy luxury on a budget will appeal to the largest demographic. Rising to my feet, I led the way to the door. I was hyperaware of Cross walking beside me. The way he moved, with animal grace and arrogant economy, was a major turn-on. Cross stayed with me all the way to the bank of elevators.
He said a few things to Mark about sports, I think, but I was too focused on the way I was reacting to him to care about the small talk. I inhaled sharply. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. He reached out to steady me, but I held him at bay with an uplifted hand.
Dear God. The ding that signaled the approaching elevator made me jump, I was strung so tight. Never been so scorchingly attracted to another human being. I stepped into the elevator and faced him. He smiled.
Should I make dinner reservations for you and Steven? Pure Food and Wine at seven, if they can squeeze us in. If not, surprise us. I skirted the four of them as quietly as possible and slid into my cubicle. I called Pure Food and Wine and begged for a table for two. Have fun! Asking for your boss in particular? Gideon Cross owns it. My eyes closed. Gideon Cross. I thought the name suited him.
It was as sexy and elegantly masculine as the man himself. Probably dozens of people to handle it. I really like it. I really like Mark. Travis says about calculated risks? When your shrink tells you to take some, you should take some. You can deal with it. You and Cross are both adults. Think of the stamina. I hate feeling like a vagina with legs.
But there has to be a better way to tell a woman you want to take her to bed. Let him lust after you until he has blue balls. Serves him right. Cary could always do that. The converted warehouse Parker Smith used as his studio was a brick-faced building in a formerly industrial area of Brooklyn presently struggling to revitalize.
Cary and I sat in aluminum bleachers, watching a half dozen combatants on the mats below.
Even with padding, that had to sting. Krav Maga is brutal. He always does. He was a good instructor. Patient and thorough, and he explained things in an easy-to-understand way. His studio was in a rough neighborhood, but I thought it suited what he was teaching. The good ones always get snatched up quick. Mark walked me through the process of collecting information for an RFP, and he told me a little more about Cross Industries and Gideon Cross, pointing out that he and Cross were the same age.
It was just such a rush being near him. Plus he was a hell of a lot of fun to look at. I had nothing nearly as exciting planned for the weekend. Excusing myself, I rushed over to catch it. How are you? Stanton always sounded like old money to me—cultured, entitled, and arrogant. Is everything okay? Is Mom all right? Your mother is wonderful, as always. I was grateful to him for a lot of things, actually, but it was sometimes hard to balance that against my feelings of disloyalty.
Excuse me a moment. I look forward to seeing you. Then he slid behind the wheel and drove me downtown. Stanton came in shortly after my arrival, looking dapper and distinguished. His hair was pure white, his face lined but still very handsome. His eyes were the color of worn blue denim, and they were sharp with intelligence. I stood as he approached, and he bent to kiss my cheek. But my gray eyes came from my dad. Men like Gideon Cross. I picked up my fork and started in on a chicken, cranberry, walnut, and feta salad.
It was delicious, and I was hungry. It took some time to calm her down and to assure her that I could make arrangements for you to pursue your interests in a safe manner. The casualness of his reply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, made me feel ill. My stomach churned, suddenly more interested in rejecting my lunch than digesting it.
It had nothing to do with saving me money. But it also gives her peace of mind. To spy on her grown daughter? Is she still seeing Dr. He coddled her. Indulged her. Spoiled her. And allowed her obsession with my safety to run wild.
She feels guilty for not protecting you. We need to give her a little latitude. How could my mom invade my privacy like that? Why would she? She was driving herself crazy, and me along with her.
This will be much more convenient for you. I make my own decisions. And you. You need to eat. Clancy drove me back up to midtown, while I stewed in the backseat. She was so emotional and fragile, and she loved me to the point of being crazy about it. As Clancy pulled away from the curb, I stood on the crowded sidewalk and looked up and down the busy street for either a drugstore where I could get some chocolate or a cellular store where I could pick up a new phone.
I needed work to distract me from my crazy-ass family. I appreciated the added time the stop gave me to enjoy the comfort of dark chocolate and caramel melting over my tongue. The doors slid apart and revealed Gideon Cross talking with two other gentlemen. When was I going to become immune? He glanced over and his lips curved into a slow, heart-stopping smile when he saw me. Just my crappy luck. Stepping into the car, he lifted a hand to discourage them from following him.
They blinked in surprise, glancing at me, then Cross, and then back again. I stepped out, deciding it would be safer for my sanity to take a different car up. The doors shut and the elevator glided smoothly into motion. After dealing with Stanton, the last thing I needed was another domineering male trying to push me around.
Cross caught me by the upper arms and searched my face with that vivid blue gaze. Releasing me, he withdrew a lone key from his pocket and plugged it into the panel. Seeing him from behind was a revelation. His shoulders were nicely broad without being bulky, emphasizing his lean waist and long legs.
The silky strands of hair falling over his collar tempted me to clench them and pull. I wanted him to be as pissy as I was. His shirt and tie were both the same rich cerulean as his irises. I expect most women are. His ease and unconcern aggravated me further. Glad we got that cleared up.
I forced myself not to move away or give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated. His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth, then lifted to his own. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you. He withdrew the key from the panel and the doors opened.
He was buzzed through the security door so quickly there was no need for him to break stride. The pretty redhead at the reception desk pushed hastily to her feet, about to impart some information until he shook his head impatiently. Her mouth snapped shut and she stared at me, her eyes wide, as we passed at a brisk pace. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a chrome coatrack. He was even yummier in just the vest. How strong his shoulders were.
He gestured toward a black leather sofa. The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business. Now, sit down. He dropped me on my butt, then sat next to me. He contemplated me with narrowed eyes.
So what do you want—exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced? And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me. Still, the dismay won out. Why even call it a fuck? My awareness of him heightened to a physically painful degree. His earthy amusement made him less sex god and more human.
Flesh and blood. I pushed to my feet and backed out of reach. Friendly even. With mutual respect at the very least. You want me to blur that line. When he stepped close enough, it surrounded me, closing me in with him. Everything outside that bubble ceased to exist, while inside it my entire body strained toward his.
God, he smelled good. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire for him. I wanted him. But he was no good for me. Honestly, I could screw up my life on my own. He was as aroused as I was, his cock hard and thick against my lower back. I had almost no room to breathe. He stared, his gaze searingly intense. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long, leisurely licks. I pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine.
He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own. He pushed away from the door. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender. My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat.
I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking.
He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down. Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet. I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Someone was behind him. I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like.
And I was late getting back to work. Leave me alone. Then he pulled down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands. We reached the door at the same time, and when I crouched to fetch my purse, he lowered with me.
He caught my chin, forcing me to look at him. I was aroused and mad and thoroughly embarrassed. I jerked my chin away.
I want you so badly it hurts. In fact, the rawness of his hunger for me was a serious aphrodisiac. Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs.
I needed to get away from him. And, when my workday was done, I needed to be alone with a big glass of wine. Cross stood with me. I set my hand over his and yanked on the handle, ducking under his arm to squeeze out the door. His secretary shoved quickly to his feet, gaping, as did the woman and two men who were waiting for Cross. I heard him speak behind me. Not wanting to make a scene, I waited until we were by the elevators to pull away. He stood calmly and hit the call button.
Tell me when, then. I shivered.
Take a couple days to think. I had a late lunch with Mr. I just barely got back myself. My kickass Friday morning seemed to have happened days ago. But since I was still feeling shitty about my overly long lunch, I considered it penance and answered. It drove me nuts and it also broke my heart. Thank you.
Petersen say about you tracing my phone? Petersen knows I worry about you. Is your boss treating you well? The good ones always are. I loved it when she was happy. I wished she were happy more often. And I know Cary will love it.
My mother was rarely distracted for long. I answered with my usual greeting, but it lacked its usual punch. Still taste you. Nothing is coming to mind. But I do have some friendly advice.
Go spend time with a woman who salivates at your feet and makes you feel like a god. Fuck her until neither of you can walk. Dark and Dangerous for sure. In the interim, tell me what you do like. I have a date with my vibrator. Plus, I was having fun with him. What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B. Good night, Gideon. Grudgingly, I thought of Gideon Cross, who preferred to strip all intimacy out of the most intimate act I could imagine.
He was about my age, I guessed. Average height and nicely muscular. He had unruly blond hair, soft hazel eyes, and a nose that had clearly been broken at some point. I went to the wine fridge and pulled out a random bottle. Trey shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and rocked back on his heels, talking quietly with Cary as I uncorked and poured.
Classes will resume a week from Monday. It never ceased to amaze me how much cooperation money could buy. Your driver has the schedule. See you then. Do you have time for pizza Wednesday night? Spill it, Eva. You looked stressed. How did you two meet? In an old-school way. He seemed great, and he obviously digs you. Is he studying photography? But forget about Trey for a minute. Get it out. Never even crossed my mind. And meet with Dr. Turn it over to her shrink. Do you still love it?
Come on, Eva. What happened? I wanted his take on it all. I lifted my head to look at him, and found him bright-eyed and biting his lip. What are you thinking? Just tell him what you want. What did I want?
Aside from the obvious? Boil it down. Even a guy I take home from a bar has more going for him than that. Come here often? What are you drinking? Like to dance?
Do you work around here? I get it. Hit a bar. His clothes—black jeans and turtleneck—were more upscale, which intrigued me. What he handed me was a business card made from papyrus paper and printed with a gilded font that caught the light of the electric signage around us. I made a mental note to hang on to it as a great piece of print advertising. Cary squinted down at the lettering, having a few more drinks in him than I did.
The line to get in was long, extending down the street and around the corner. We were shown to a small seating area by the balcony and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas. Enjoy your evening. Hanging out with my best girl and crushing on a new hunk in my life.
Paired with black leather pants and spiked wristlets, it made him look sexy and wild. I tried to think of a way I could help.
Two guys stopped by our table. I glanced at Cary, and then back at the guys. They looked like brothers and they were very attractive. Nice to meet you. I seriously thought about it. I watched them all go, my heart racing. My gaze slid over him.
I loved the look on him and was attracted to the softness it gave him, even though I knew it was only an illusion. He was a hard man in a lot of ways. That he wanted to skip past the getting-to-know-you stage and jump straight into bed? So damn sexy. Is that a general like of the overall package? Or just the clothes? Only the sweater? I looked away. It was a lot easier talking about masturbation over the phone.
Doing it while squirming under that piercing blue stare was mortifying.
I glared at him, even though I was mad at myself for caring either way. I own this club, Eva. A pretty waitress set two pinkish-colored iced drinks in square tumblers on the table.
Two Stoli Elit and cranberries. Can I get you anything else? My nerves tingled. The working of his throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to me. All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside me abruptly became too much to contain. Shocked by the fury of my reaction, I wrenched away, gasping. Gideon followed, nuzzling the side of my face, his lips brushing over my ear.