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192 by Nikki Belaire
Title: 192 (One Ninety-Two)
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: April 5, 2018
Cover Design: Ally Hastings at Starcrossed Covers
Cover Design: Ally Hastings at Starcrossed Covers
I don’t like hassles.
That’s why I work alone.
No reason to be modest, I’m the best at what I do. And what I do is earn millions from rich bastards who hire me to get back what’s theirs.
Rescuing Viviana Moretti is just another job.
Get in. Get out. Get gone.
Take the money and disappear like always.
Until she cries my name instead of his,
And I finally admit I want her even more than she needs me.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I've
mentioned it in my previous review by Nikki Belaire when it comes to
her Mafia romance genre novels - she really is great at creating a story
that is both mysterious and breathtaking. There's something that
unexpected in her books that simply draw you in and that's what happens
each time that i pick up one of her books.
192
was entirely unexpected. I was thinking i'd be reading a book about
saving someone for love, but in a way, it wasn't. It's dark and it's
engaging to the point where i can't begin to understand or comprehend
just how or why an individual would put themselves through all the pain
and abuse that Viviana goes through at the hands of her husband. Mind
you, the last book i had read by this author was about a second chance
romance of a mafia king that was also a softie when it came to his girl.
So
this book was nothing like i could have expected. There was so much
hope in Viviana that it surprised me. So much hate from Roman that it
make me catch my breath. But most of all, it was full of action and
mystery that i was glad it was simply a piece of fiction because i was
going in with a gun and steel toed boots and would have kicked some
idiot's butt for being such a low life.
Nikki
Belaire is definitely an author that you have to look out for because
if you underestimate her, she will surprise you and even if you don't,
you will have some pretty strong reactions and emotions when it comes to
her characters. And that's a trait that you really want from an author.
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I love her like this. Calm yet playful. Comfortable in my bed and with me. Now that she’s fully awake, we need to celebrate. I nuzzle the side of her throat, sucking on the sweet skin. Welcoming her body arching into mine. “Always right.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Distracted and breathless, her voice wobbles while her hands find me. Stroking my cock that’s as deliriously happy as I am. Confirming I can take her again. I sit up, dragging her up with me and flip her over onto her knees. Moving quickly to curl over her back to keep from frightening her with this new position. “I’m going to take you from behind angel so I can play with that sweet clit of yours while I fuck you.”
“O-okay.”
I guide her small hands to the headboard and curl them around the iron rails. Well aware how weak she is after our long night. “Don’t worry if you can’t hold on. I’ll never let you fall. I will always be here to catch you.”
A sharp gasp blows between her lips from my words in her ear and my hand between her thighs. Already wet as I stroke her. Cupping her pussy so the heel of my palm works her clit while my fingers dip between her folds. Rubbing a spot deep inside that makes her body jolt with the force of a shockwave and a mewl purr in her slender throat. My forearm slides under her bouncing tits, and I position her narrow hips for me to slide in. “Open your legs wider for me princess.”
Immediate compliance from my command. My own voice raspy and thick with need. I can only rub the head of my cock in her essence a few times before I have to push inside. Slow and decadent as her body accepts me and her ass pushes back to my thighs. Seeking all of me. Which is exactly what I’m going to give her. Once I’m fully seated, I thrust deliberate yet unhurried. No need to rush. Not with my future wife who I’m going to fuck every day from now on. “I cannot wait to marry you.”
“Because you love me?”
A sharp stab to my heart from her question. Always needing to confirm since she’s never been loved before and doesn’t quite have the emotion figured out. “Yes, because I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Every. Damn. Time. My resolve crumbles when she utters those words, and I plunge into her. Over and over. Answering her breathless cries of pleasure with my dick buried as far as I can. The force overwhelms her, and she crumples. Unable to keep up with me.
And I catch her just like I promised. One hand between her legs teasing her pulsing nub bulging into my palm from me overflowing within her and the other curled around her dainty throat relishing the feel of her moans under my fingers. She’s so close. Erratic and crazed, grinding into me, needing to fly. Almost as much as I do. “Tell me you’ll marry me. Tell me you’re going to be my wife.”
My command pushes her over the edge, and she cries out in affirmation. With her agreement, I lose myself too and explode, pulling her tighter against me. Roaring out my release deep inside her as she comes with me. Swearing into her shoulder that I’ll never let her go.
“I like the sound of that.”
Distracted and breathless, her voice wobbles while her hands find me. Stroking my cock that’s as deliriously happy as I am. Confirming I can take her again. I sit up, dragging her up with me and flip her over onto her knees. Moving quickly to curl over her back to keep from frightening her with this new position. “I’m going to take you from behind angel so I can play with that sweet clit of yours while I fuck you.”
“O-okay.”
I guide her small hands to the headboard and curl them around the iron rails. Well aware how weak she is after our long night. “Don’t worry if you can’t hold on. I’ll never let you fall. I will always be here to catch you.”
A sharp gasp blows between her lips from my words in her ear and my hand between her thighs. Already wet as I stroke her. Cupping her pussy so the heel of my palm works her clit while my fingers dip between her folds. Rubbing a spot deep inside that makes her body jolt with the force of a shockwave and a mewl purr in her slender throat. My forearm slides under her bouncing tits, and I position her narrow hips for me to slide in. “Open your legs wider for me princess.”
Immediate compliance from my command. My own voice raspy and thick with need. I can only rub the head of my cock in her essence a few times before I have to push inside. Slow and decadent as her body accepts me and her ass pushes back to my thighs. Seeking all of me. Which is exactly what I’m going to give her. Once I’m fully seated, I thrust deliberate yet unhurried. No need to rush. Not with my future wife who I’m going to fuck every day from now on. “I cannot wait to marry you.”
“Because you love me?”
A sharp stab to my heart from her question. Always needing to confirm since she’s never been loved before and doesn’t quite have the emotion figured out. “Yes, because I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Every. Damn. Time. My resolve crumbles when she utters those words, and I plunge into her. Over and over. Answering her breathless cries of pleasure with my dick buried as far as I can. The force overwhelms her, and she crumples. Unable to keep up with me.
And I catch her just like I promised. One hand between her legs teasing her pulsing nub bulging into my palm from me overflowing within her and the other curled around her dainty throat relishing the feel of her moans under my fingers. She’s so close. Erratic and crazed, grinding into me, needing to fly. Almost as much as I do. “Tell me you’ll marry me. Tell me you’re going to be my wife.”
My command pushes her over the edge, and she cries out in affirmation. With her agreement, I lose myself too and explode, pulling her tighter against me. Roaring out my release deep inside her as she comes with me. Swearing into her shoulder that I’ll never let her go.
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Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for alpha males and bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.
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Under The Influence by Nikki Belaire
Title: Under The Influence
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Romance
I hate him.
But, I’m tough. I can handle being dumped. What I can’t handle is him acting like I meant nothing to him
when he knew he was my everything.
I’m over it. I’m over him. I’ve moved on and have everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m finally happy.
At least I should be. I want to be. I pretend to be.
Now he’s back. With reasons for leaving that I don’t understand or believe. But, I don’t care anymore what he says or does. I can't trust him. No matter how hard he tries to win me back.
I’ll never forgive him.
She hates me.
My girl’s tough. She put up with all my bullshit until I had to let her go and act like she wasn’t the only good thing in my life.
I never got over it. I never got over her. But I pretended like I did to keep her safe. Until she tried to move on with some bastard who thought he could have her for himself. Could make her happy again after I almost destroyed her.
Now I’m back. I know her secrets, and she knows mine. What kills me is that she doesn’t believe me. Doesn’t care what I say or do. But I’ll prove to her she can trust me. No matter what it takes, I will get her back.
She’ll forgive me.
And, even if she doesn’t, she’ll still be mine.
Sharp teeth nip at my bottom lip. Shutting me up. Halting my sincere expression. She doesn’t want me to speak? Fine. I’ll prove myself to her with my actions if not my words. My hand slides under her left thigh, lifting her leg to have her angled as close as possible, and plunge into her. Twisting side to side, putting my full weight on her clit the way she loves.
A smug jackass smile covers my face from her breathless gasp. She rotates with me. Getting the friction she needs. Getting off on the pressure. Getting there quick because of me. Because I fucking know what she likes. I fucking know what she needs. Not that son of a bitch.
“Gio.”
Fucking glorious to hear her cry my name while she convulses. Wracking her petite body with an enormous orgasm. I nuzzle her neck, sucking in the delicate skin, because the next one is going to be just as huge. “Hook up, angel.”
The sick bastard in me loves the flicker of fear in her wide eyes when they pop open. She knows exactly what’s going to happen with my growl in her ear. She’s going to get all the fucking proof she fucking needs. Obeying my command, her legs wrap around my hips while her arms coil around my torso. Bringing out the animal in me from her absolute submission. Rewarding her with what she wants for her deference.
I don't hold back.
I fuck her hard.
Caging her head between my forearm and chest while I palm her ass cheeks with my huge hand. Thrusting again and again, I'm half on my knees and deep in her pussy while she clings to me. Grasping my drenched body with all her strength. Slippery from the exertion of working to make her explode underneath me. Saturating us with the addictive scent of her arousal mingling with my own salty release.
Unable to touch her stunning face, I kiss the top of her head. Silky, damp hair tickles my lips. The flowery essence so wholesome and innocent. A reminder of how easily and often I fuck things up between us. Sex doesn't equal love. I fucking know this, but I must reach her. Own her. Consume her. Pounding into her over and over until her heaving breaths burst into a cry of pleasure, pushing me beyond the edge with her. My balls tighten up into my body, and I let loose. Erupting with every ounce of come my cock holds barring down in her. “God fucking damn.”
Incapable of withstanding the force, she untangles from me and drops back to the soaked sheets. I follow, wrapping my arm around the back of her neck and pinning her immobile against me while I collapse onto my hip. Probably scaring the fuck out of her from the side of my fist wedged against her temple. From the ferocity of my hold. The veracity of my tone. But I don't give a damn. “Don’t – for even one fucking second – ever think I don’t love you.”
Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for alpha males and bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.
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Straight, No Chaser by Nikki Belaire
Straight, No Chaser
(A Mafia Alpha Bad Boy Romance)
By
Nikki Belaire
Release Date: April 11, 2017
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Hosted by Chance Promotions
SYNOPSIS
She’s an angel.
And, I’m going to f*cking love clipping her wings.
*****
Luciano Ellison needs a wife.
Well, to be precise, his little brother Eli needs a mother.
The innocent new nanny, Molly, would be perfect. For both of them. Easily
filling Eli’s life with unconditional love during the day and Luc’s bed
with pure pleasure at night.
filling Eli’s life with unconditional love during the day and Luc’s bed
with pure pleasure at night.
Rich, handsome, and oh so willing to claim her as his own, Luc orchestrates
a scheme that leaves her desperate for his help. And willing to accept his
self-serving conditions.
a scheme that leaves her desperate for his help. And willing to accept his
self-serving conditions.
This smug bastard thinks he’s created a flawless plan, except...
He’s a mob king.
She’s terrified of him.
And, neither of them can survive without the other.
EXCERPT
Boxes and jars tumble to the floor, splashing olive oil onto my pant legs,
as we crash into the shelving. Still unable to comprehend how much this
beautiful woman can love me so much. Pinned against the wall, she lifts
enough for me to grasp her waistband and push her bottoms down and off. As
soon as she’s free from the fabric, she coils around me again like a viper.
Her dripping sex rubbing over my rock hard cock. "Do you want me to fuck
you, angel?"
as we crash into the shelving. Still unable to comprehend how much this
beautiful woman can love me so much. Pinned against the wall, she lifts
enough for me to grasp her waistband and push her bottoms down and off. As
soon as she’s free from the fabric, she coils around me again like a viper.
Her dripping sex rubbing over my rock hard cock. "Do you want me to fuck
you, angel?"
“Please.”
Her breathless whisper is the only approval I need, and I slide into her.
Smooth and easy as silk with her sweet pussy healed from me breaking her
before. I do all the fucking work this time. Slowly guiding her hips up and
down my shaft, allowing her body to adjust to my size. Another sexy moan as
I bring her forward, stretching her and grinding her clit against my torso
for a new sensation she seems to love. If her mouth sucking on the crook of
my neck is any indication. So good I don’t even give a damn if she leaves a
mark.
Smooth and easy as silk with her sweet pussy healed from me breaking her
before. I do all the fucking work this time. Slowly guiding her hips up and
down my shaft, allowing her body to adjust to my size. Another sexy moan as
I bring her forward, stretching her and grinding her clit against my torso
for a new sensation she seems to love. If her mouth sucking on the crook of
my neck is any indication. So good I don’t even give a damn if she leaves a
mark.
Once I’m seated as deep as I can go, I pound into her with all the
restraint I can muster to avoid injuring her delicate frame. With focused
determination, I thrust with only two goals in mind. Getting her off and
getting her pregnant. “You’re going to be so fucking glorious with my baby
in your belly.”
restraint I can muster to avoid injuring her delicate frame. With focused
determination, I thrust with only two goals in mind. Getting her off and
getting her pregnant. “You’re going to be so fucking glorious with my baby
in your belly.”
She lifts from my shoulder, eyes heavy with lust, meeting mine. Her fingers
weave through my hair, clutching the short strands. Keeping us locked
together, breathing the same sweet air.
weave through my hair, clutching the short strands. Keeping us locked
together, breathing the same sweet air.
“Because I’m yours.”
Her pussy clenches around me from her conviction. Squeezing my cock tighter
with her pulsing walls. “Fuck yes you are, and don’t you ever fucking
forget it.”
with her pulsing walls. “Fuck yes you are, and don’t you ever fucking
forget it.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for
alpha males and bad boys, especially ones who can’t live without the strong
women they love.
alpha males and bad boys, especially ones who can’t live without the strong
women they love.
She spends more time in her characters’ lives than her own. But, when she’s
in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating,
running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.
in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating,
running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.
Straight, No Chaser by Nikki BelaireMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Title: Straight, No Chaser
Author: Nikki Belaire
Almost a year ago, i came across an amazon and then a facebook ad from Nikki Belaire's Surviving Absolution series and in less time than you can say 'Whiskey and Rhum', i had one clicked her books. She has a way of taking the Mafia Romance genre and giving it a twist that is entirely her own, i don't think i've seen any other author come close to deliver what she does (please note that i'm not slamming any author here). Nikki Belaire took two completely different individuals, Molly the nanny and Luciano the mafia king, and made them real, gave them a purpose in each other's lives and especially, made them all kinds of imperfect for one another and so amazing together.
It was a hot read. I won't deny that. It's probably why i can't get enough of Nikki Belaire's mafia men and stories. I love going through her books and feeling emotions that i thought i had under control, rolling that roller coaster of emotions that i could have sworn was better reigned in. i enjoyed how even her secondary characters (i.e. Eli) were the type of people (and children) that even i would gravitate towards if i were Molly, and of course, Luciano and Molly... holy heck!! I wish the story could have kept going on because to watch them go through all the same emotions i did gave me back some of the satisfaction of losing my own (if that makes any sense, but i'm sure it did). I can't wait for the next release from Nikki Belaire, to be able to find out how she will thrill readers with her spin on Mafia Romances, but most of all, to find out whose story she will be telling next.
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