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Book Title: Sweating Lies (Lies #1): Criminal Delights – Taken

Author:  Emma Jaye

Publisher: Purindoors Publications

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Thriller/Romance

Trope/s: Enemies to lovers, Protector, Tortured hero.

Themes: Crime,  Slavery,  Mental Health Issues,  Dominance, Abduction.

Heat Rating: 4 flames    

Length: 81 000 words

Release Date: April 28, 2019

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Blurb

“Gladiator or toy?” Kaspar asks, as if it’s the easiest choice in the world.

It might be an easy answer for someone branded, brainwashed, and who remembers no other life. But that’s not me, not yet anyway. I’m a cop—or at least I was until my cover got blown. 

Now, I’m one of the trafficked people I vowed to save.

Kaspar’s a toy —a pleasure slave— content to warm our sadistic owner’s bed; he laps up the abuse he’s conditioned to associate with affection.

He’s my only way out. To gain our freedom, I must play the hardest undercover role of my career and be everything his fractured mind needs: a more controlling bastard than the man who turns people into grateful slaves for a living.

Officer Jiao Sweatt thinks I’m a victim. 
He has a lot to learn. 
And it’ll hurt.

This book is part of CRIMINAL DELIGHTS. Each novel can be read as a standalone and contains a dark M/M romance. 
Warning: These books are for adult readers who enjoy stories where lines between right and wrong get blurry. High heat, twisted and tantalizing, these are not for the fainthearted. 

 

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Excerpt 

He accepted, absorbed, and floated in the serenity of obedience. His physical pain became walled up in a corner of his mind. The only thing that mattered was his master’s will.

“Fuck, I didn’t see you down there. Why didn’t you say something?”

“It’s not my place to disturb my master.”

Jiao frowned. “Don’t call me that. I’m nobody’s master, and you’re nobody’s slave, Kaspar. Come on, up you get. You don’t have to kneel to me.”

Kaspar didn’t move. He didn’t know if he could get up, but they needed to establish something first.

“I do have a master, and right now, it’s you.” He handed Officer Sweatt the Chorbaji’s note. He hoped Officer Sweatt wouldn’t mind that it was a little damp and crumpled from being in his hand all this time.

Jiao glanced at it and scowled. “Well then, as your master, I order you not to kneel to me.”

Kaspar didn’t resist smiling. A pet’s duty was to adapt to his master’s needs. Officer Sweatt clearly liked teasing, playfulness, that he could do.

“That’s going to make blow jobs a little uncomfortable, but–”

“You don’t have to do that either; now get up and talk to me like a man.”

“Can’t men kneel?”

“Just get up, will you? You make me feel uncomfortable.”

That got him moving. Making your master uncomfortable, unless it was to entice him to pleasure, was not good pet behavior. He tried for his normal graceful, hands-free stand, but ended up on his ass; his sore, bruised, battered, and cut ass. Rolling to his side he sucked in a breath, trying to contain the bright flare of pain while expected a kick for his lack of grace.

“Shit, how long were you down there? Never mind.”

With surprising strength, his new master lifted him to his feet, one hand on his bicep, one across his chest, under the brands, and helped him limp across to the bed. He climbed up and lay on his side, head resting on one fist while he balanced himself with the other in front of him. He hoped he looked at least a little enticing. Flirty and playful, that’s what had put a smile on his new master’s face in the gym.

“You’ve been on a drip.” Jiao nodded toward the small cotton ball taped to his inner arm.

“Not a lot gets past you, does it, Ma–” he paused at Jiao’s frown. “Well, what would you like me to call you? Sir? Officer Sweatt? Chief? Boss? Please, don’t say Daddy, anything but–”

“Would you shut up?”

Kaspar’s mouth snapped shut. At least he’d got him to give an order.

A hand pushed through the inky black hair. “Look, Jiao is fine. I got called ‘Sweaty’ enough as a kid never want to hear ‘Sweatt’ again.”

Kaspar frowned. “I’d never call you that, and your first name hardly seems respectful. I–”

“This is important to you, isn’t it?”

Kaspar’s frown deepened. Understanding this new master was a challenge. “Of course it is. The higher the status of my mas–” he paused, grinning “–special friend, the higher I–.”

As he spoke, his new master grabbed a bathrobe from the back of the bathroom door and draped it over him.

Humiliation hammered. He dropped his forehead to the mattress. He was useless, unworthy, and unwanted. He disgusted this man he had been instructed to please. His failures swirled and thickened in his mind like fog.

You deserved what Azur did to you; he should have finished it. Put you down like a useless old dog.

 

 

About the Author

I have a reputation for writing dark, angst filled stories in a swathe of genres, from Sci-fi and paranormal, to contemporary romance and erotica with m/f, m/m and multiple partners. I blame my rebellious muse (who looks like Chris from the Paint Series) for the erotic aspects tickling the angst, and the humour cuddling up with the erotic. You’ll find all this and more in my books!  No matter the genre, I can promise different characters, dark themes, steamin’ sex, laughs and a HEA or HFN.

When I’m not writing or reading, in leafy Sussex, England, I herd Birman cats and sons. Both groups argue that the other is too large.

 

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Broken Sun

4 Stars

I think I came close to overdosing on antacids while reading this book. The angssssssst, Holy Hell. I’ll go ahead and warn you now that there is also angst by separation. I’m not a fan of separation periods in books that I read because if they didn’t stay in relational mourning long enough you get the whole…

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Not a fun situation. But, the gritty, harsh reality in this book prevented it from blowing up and becoming an issue.

So, now that I’m coming down off the Tums high, we can talk about Luc Sinclair and James Morgan. Both men are in the Bastard Legion Motorcycle Club but haven’t had many interactions. The club is ruthless, heavy handed, with higher ups all the way to new recruits that operate with the M.O. of violence first; except Luc and Morgan. This environment doesn’t provide a safe landing for a gay and bisexual man to be open with their identities. In fact, it could be a death sentence and forces them to hide who they are. Both men grew up in the life but Luc has never been cut out for the violent world of a motorcycle club.

Luc and Morgan haven’t really been in close proximity until they meet up in a pub. The heat-filled exchange they have provided some valuable information about their preferences. It’s right after this exchange that trouble follows. Luc gets cornered and Morgan steps in to manage the situation. Morgan is a higher ranking member and diffuses the fight and saves Luc’s life. From here on, Morgan and Luc slowly and secretly explore their relationship. It’s full of heat, angst, fear, pain, and ultimately love. Trouble follows Morgan and Luc without provocation. Morgan is forced to make decisions that will save Luc but have the potential to wreck Morgan’s sanity and break their hearts.

Now that the nitty gritty is out of the way, I’ll be honest and say that I didn’t get their connection at first. Hell, I didn’t even understand what was so heated and epic about the exchange in the pub. The pub scene was such a profound moment for both men that set up the course of the plot and yet, it went over my head. Luckily they grew on me. Morgan and Luc’s connection made much more sense to me the second half. They worked well together and I appreciated how far they had come when they FINALLY got their HEA.

The ending. Hmmm… IMO it was anti-climactic. I get why, I understand the events leading up it.But we I mean they went through hell to get there and I wanted a little more lethal-swoony-Motorcycle Club badass- tattooed knight in shining armor action. *shrug*

This is the second in a series but can definitely be read as a standalone. I never felt like I was missing pieces, events or characters from a story that already took place. It’s a decent length and read lonnnng. But, I enjoyed reading this angsty AF morsel. Recommended.

P.S. I wouldn’t complain if Kade got a story. *wink* He has his own brand of yummy badassery that I could definitely get on board with.

P.P.S. There needs to be a trigger warning for cutting.

Copy provided  by author for honest review.