Wicked Readings by Tawania: Virtual Book Tour & Giveaway: Secret Storm by. Amelia James

BLURB:

“I want to let you in, Jack, but I…. Oh hell, I just want you. I know you’re not what I need, but I don’t care. Take me to bed now and we’ll sort the rest out later.”

The last thing Sara Jensen needs is another risky relationship. She wants Jack, but she’s been hurt too many times to trust him even though he’s more than a friend. Jack won’t trust her, and that hurts more than her ex’s betrayal.

Jack Wheeler wants Sara. His long denied lust burns barely contained. But a dangerous secret comes back to haunt him, a secret so horrible he can’t trust anyone with it, not even the woman he desires more than anything.

For the first time since they met, they’re both available, but the timing couldn’t be worse. Sara’s not too eager to trust a man again, and Jack refuses to reveal his secret. Getting involved now is complicated, but Sara and Jack have waited long enough. Neither one of them can control their desires. But there’s a storm approaching, and as hard as she tries, Sara can’t run away from Jack’s past. Jack won’t accept her help, and Sara doesn’t know how long she can wait for him to realize he needs her.

REVIEW:

This is my first Amelia James novel, and I enjoyed it. I didn't realize when I started reading this book that it was a follow up novel to her previous book Tell Me You Want Me. If I had of known that I would have read that one first. I'm a stickler for reading books in order.

I couldn't connect with the characters as well as I would have liked to, but it didn't stop me from enjoying the book. Jack and Sara are endearing characters, and I was rooting for them to get it together. Both characters had past hurts and issues that they needed to address and get through before they could develop a cohesive relationship.

I did like how the relationship progresses. The love scenes were passionate, thorough, and satisfying. The scenarios were completely believable, and could happen to anyone. This book also expresses how secrets can completely change lives. It also shows how if something is meant to be, and you work at it, you can achieve your happiness.

I would definitely read another Amelia James novel, she sure knows how to write a smoking hot love scene. Really, the lady knows what she's doing.

****4STARS out 5

EXCERPT:
Something wasn’t right. This wasn’t his bed. This wasn’t his home. Home wasn’t safe. Was he safe here? Jack opened his eyes and looked around without moving a muscle. Sunlight filtered in through closed curtains, lighting a neat, carefully arranged dresser against the opposite wall. The mirror and the walls around it were covered with photos. The faces looked familiar but he couldn’t make them out. The bed he was lying in was warm and soft—comforting. The woman sleeping next to him was the one who held his heart in his hands. Almost literally, Jack smiled. Sara’s palm rested on his chest, his heart beating under it. Images of the night before chased sleep from his brain. Wow. How did things get so out of control? He meant to be gentle with her, but he couldn’t remember how he ended up ripping Sara’s clothes off. A guilty smile found its way to Jack’s lips. He shouldn’t have enjoyed roughing her up, but Sara sure seemed to. Wasn’t she the one who provoked him?

Sara moaned, and her fingers curled involuntarily, digging in to Jack’s chest. He winced and lifted her hand. “Oh sorry,” she blinked at him. “I thought you were my pillow.”

“I am,” Jack smiled. “I’ll be your pillow anytime you like.”

“Mmm…nice.” She closed her eyes again.

Jack touched her face, brushing her hair off her cheek. So beautiful. “I love the way you look first thing in the morning.”

Sara looked at him like she didn’t quite believe him. “This is the first time you’ve seen me first thing in the morning.”

“Yeah, but I love it already. Your hair is all tangled and curled, your eyes are sleepy, and your body has a few bite marks and scratches from the things I did to you.” There was that guilty smile again.

Sara moaned and pressed her lips to his neck, nibbling up to his ear. “Do you have any idea how hot you make me?”

Jack kissed her wandering mouth. “Show me.”

She gave him a wicked smile then took his hand and put it between her legs.

“You’re wet,” he whispered.

Her hand slid down his stomach. “You’re hard.”

“We should do something about that. Come on.” Jack threw back the covers and took her hand, pulling her toward the bedroom door. He stopped and made sure the hallway was empty then they scurried to the bathroom.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I was thinking a nice hot shower would feel good.” He turned the water on and waited for it to get warm then he pulled her in with him.

“Mmm…I like.” Sara kissed him, pressing her wet, slick body against his, wishing she could wake up like this every morning. Her fingers tangled in Jack’s wet hair, pulling it back from his face while he held her under the warm water, kissing, kissing, and more kissing.

Sara gasped when her back touched the cold tile wall, but she relaxed and let the shower and Jack’s touch warm her.

Jack kissed her warming skin, stroking her wet body with his hands, exploring and tasting. Last night was too rushed to fully enjoy her so he took his time, nibbling her ears, nipping her neck, tugging her nipples with his teeth. She squealed when he did that so he kept doing it. He directed the showerhead at one breast while he fondled the other, pulling her nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue.

Sara’s legs turned to jelly, but Jack held her up. His mouth moved down her stomach, and she held on to his shoulders. His tongue slipped between her thighs. “Ohhhh…,” Sara moaned. Jack stood up and pointed the shower spray lower. Sara giggled when the water tickled her pink flesh. The tickle got more and more intense, insistent. She tried to get away, but she didn’t want to. Then she noticed Jack was the relentless one and she stopped trying to move.

Jack was on his knees, tasting her. The tip of his finger slid inside her, making circles right at the edge.

Sara was at the edge of madness. “Oh Jack,” she groaned. “You’re such a tease.”

He chuckled. “Is this what you want?” His finger slid in deep, stroking and thrusting. “Or do you want something else?”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Amelia James started reading steamy romance novels in junior high, but her mom took them away from her, so she started daydreaming instead. After she got married, she wrote some of her naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published. She kept daydreaming and writing stories until her dirty stories turned into trashy books.

She lives in Colorado, but she’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When she’s not lusting after her next bad boy hero, she looks for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, bloodsucking lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.