Series: Crimson Confessions, #1
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: March 20, 2016
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My Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
One day, a man will break through to leave his indelible mark. And when he does, that man alone will own every inch of me, mind and body. Until the last breath leaves his body. In all our time together, I saw no reason why that man should not be you.
The story of the one that got away. Sounds simple enough right?
Part romance, part erotica, part WTF?. Lexx has created a genre of his own. Blurring the lines between reality and fiction.
Within a few short words, he managed to invade my thoughts and capture my soul. Craving his words to the point of obsession. Reading it twice, sometimes three times, in succession. Though my fixation was my own, I do recommend reading chapter one over after you discovered the revelation of his name in the end.
The writing was “perplexxing” beautiful and sexy as hell. His words could turn a nun into a sexual deviant. His journey was mine. The denouement gave me chills.
I truly wept for Valeria. Her confession left me vacant…hollow. She sought the one thing that Lexx would never provide….human touch. To feel wanted. To feel loved. Two tattered souls forced to face a similar reality. Her pursuit will become her demise, as she wanders into the belly of the beast.
This story owned me and in turn, I suppose you could say Lexx owned me.
Quoting the great Tennyson. “Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.”
In the end, I reach one fervent conclusion. J.D. Lexx is an enigma, not meant to be understood, but rather consumed and I’m left starving.
Favorite Scene: Valeria and Luc and the ending of course.
Favorite Quotes: I might as well quote the book in it’s entirety, but here’s few that stuck out among the rest.
Yet even in those tender years, there were peculiar forces at play, naturally opposing forces as polar as north and south, determined to strengthen our bond as we grew even closer while keeping us just out of intimate touch.
Out there, beyond the rain, hides tomorrow, and the end that I have chased for so long. But to reach it means a detour into yesterday and the start, since forgotten, that has hunted me for even longer.
My wife is, and always has been, a submissive in alpha wolf’s clothing.
Author and provocateur. Sanctuary of suffering. Guardian angel and the devil in every detail, not to mention every bit as complex as he is infuriating.
”You want me to tell you my sins?”
”Absolutely not. I want you to show me.”