Maryse: Just by the blurb I’m allllll *whoa*. “When I’m not f&%king, I’m slinging drinks at Walk Of Shame or stripping my way into your bed; another thing I’m good at. Every woman’s darkest fantasy brought to life.” But!! Then he meets that girl that changes the whole game (and she’s not interested). WOW! The reviews for this one make me wanna one-click it SO BAD!! Okay… done. LOL! … Those reviews (well the titles) had me grinning like mad, excited to give this BAD BAD BOY a try.
Tanya: Holy Crap Maryse, you weren’t kidding about SLADE, I saw what you wrote and went to see for myself. Oh yeah that was soooo one clicked.
Jean: OK I just checked out Slade too…….I am speechless and of course I want to read it! Thanks for pointing it out Tanya!
Maryse: RIGHT!!!?? SLADE???? I gotta start this!!! Has anyone started it yet? Writing style? Flow? Slade? Whatdya think so far?
Lindsey: I read Slade–it was hot! Good too.
Lee: I loved Slade! 5* read
Kelly: This was HOT. Dirty, dirty boy! Loved his filthy mouth
Jean: Hey guys! Finished Slade late last night and although I struggled with the beginning, I was flipping the pages for the last 50%. It was a slow connection with the characters initially, but eventually I got there. And it definitely left me wanting to know more about the guys who will be featured in the next 2 books, Hemy and Cale, who were also hot, confident strippers (with issues of course)! Slade had the dirtiest mouth and the sex was HOT! (I often skim like you do Maryse so that is saying something).
Amy: I’m adding Slade to my TBR list, Jean. I never turn down a dirty-talking hottie! In a book, of course.
About book #1:
My name is Slade Merrick and I’m a f**king sex addict . . . I’ve been told it’s a problem. But I see it as a passion; something that I’m good at. And who the f**k stops something that they’re good at?
They want me to seek help; get my c**k in check. Don’t judge my lifestyle. You’re no better than me. Just admit it, you like to f**k too. Sex is what I do best; my own personal high, so I embrace it instead of being ashamed. When I’m not f**king, I’m slinging drinks at Walk Of Shame or stripping my way into your bed; another thing I’m good at. Every woman’s darkest fantasy brought to life.
So, am I stopping? Fuck no. Sex is beautiful, raw and erotic and I get off knowing I can have it with anyone I want . . . with the exception of her.
She walks into the club swaying those hips, instantly drawing my c**k to attention. She’s pure perfection. That is, until she opens that mouth, drawing me in and for the first time in forever I want something more than sex. I want her and she hates it. Things get dirty. Dirty is what I like; it’s how I live. But . . . she’s playing a game she can never win.