Heat
A Soldiers
of Fortune Romance
Aubrey
Irons
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Military
Romance,
New Adult Romance, Billionaire Romance,
Alpha Male, Bad-Boy
Date of Publication: 8/11/15
Book Description:
Five years ago, that cocky, egotistical
asshole played me like a fool and broke my heart.
Hudson Banks; the dominant, tattooed,
womanizing, ex-Marine-turned-billionaire who runs God-knows-what at my late father’s
company.
Oh, and he’s sexy as all fuck, and he
damn well knows it.
He’s like a gasoline fire; a scorchingly
hot disaster, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to get burned.
I’m on track to be the youngest New York
State Senator ever elected; the bright, gutsy, good-girl media darling. Except
my campaign funding just went dry, and it looks like the only solution is
coming from the last person on Earth I’d ever want to take anything from. Oh,
and it turns out bad-boy, tough-guy Hudson will be shadowing me 24/7 after he
makes it clear that he’s in charge of "protecting the investment".
Yeah, just perfect; a reckless,
irresistible dick like Hudson Banks is the last person I need being “in charge”
of anything to do with me.
Especially when I still can’t forget the
taste of his lips or the feeling of that massive hardness I know he’s packing
between his legs. It’s not fair that he’s even hotter now than he was back
then. It’s not fair that those smoldering, arrogant eyes and that cocky,
panty-melting grin still make me warm in places they shouldn’t. And it’s
definitely not fair that five years later, I still can’t get him out of my
head.
So it looks like I’ve got two races on my
hands: the one for election, and the one against the burning heat threatening
to tear us both apart. But on the sprint to the finish line, what happens when
the man who has everything comes up against the one thing he can’t have?
**This is
a standalone, HEA novel**
Available at Amazon
Review:
**I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review!**
Honestly when I read the title I wasn't even going to bother reading the blurb, but the cover was HOT, and I am happy that I did. Once it actually came time for me to be reading this book, I was like what is this about, but instead of reading the blurb, I just started reading the book. This book was a great read and I recommend anyone who likes romance to read this! Don't overthink the title like I did!
I really love how quickly the relationship between Reagan and Hudson moved along! They both tried to fight it, but eventually gave in. I truly love books that are like this even though I always want to yell at the characters.
There were a couple of things that bothered me in this book. I understand politics and how someone needs to act because there is always someone watching your every move. Even though Reagan's ex boyfriend was in politics, I don't think she really needed to overly flirt with him even when it wasn't to make Hudson jealous. On top of that, I think someone would have found out about Hudson and Reagan before they told everyone. Another thing that bothered me was the campaign manager. He was rude and only looking for money, not to actually help Reagan win. However, the greediness in politics doesn't surprise me.
Overall, this book was a great read and I recommend reading it.
Excerpt:
My heart is pounding as
I slam the door shut to my room. I’m pacing the floor, the blood roaring in my
ears and hot across my face as I bring one of my fingers to my lips and chew at
the cuticle; a habit I’ve been trying to kick since I was a kid. Shit; I just
walked in on Hudson totally naked with those absolutely insane abs, those
grooved muscles of his hips and that holy-fucking-shit HUGE cock. I can feel
the blush bloom hotter through my face as I think of that particular part of
him again; the part that had me staring and frozen like I was under a spell of
some kind. It’s the part of him that has me wetter than I’ve ever been as the
mental image of it sears itself into my brain.
I’m used to living
alone, but I can’t believe I just barged in through a closed bathroom door. And
I stayed! Why on earth hadn’t I just turned on my heal and bolted as soon s I’d
seen him, instead of staring at him and his- his cock like I was some sort of
sex-starved, tongue-tied weirdo! And what was I thinking letting him get that
close to me, so close that I actually felt him against my thigh like that.
‘Say the word, Reagan’
My breath comes shaking
as the desire floods through me, and I stop pacing to lean my forehead against
the door. I have no idea where I possibly found the ability to say no, and as I
feel my pulse throbbing in my ears and between my legs, I almost wish I could
go back in time and try a different answer.
“Reagan.”
The knock at my door
makes me jump, makes my heart leap into my throat; “Go away, Hudson.” I croak
out. It takes every ounce of my control to keep my voice level and not betray
the quaver I’m trying so hard to contain; “And learn to lock the damn door!”
I can hear him growl in
the hallway; “Will you just open this one and we can ta-“
“There’s nothing to talk
about.” My eyes are clenched tightly, my fingers digging into my palms as I
chew at my lip, not sure if I want to will him to walk away or break the door
down and take me right here and now. I can hear him swear under his breath on
the other side of the door and then I jump at the sound of a palm slamming flat
against the doorframe.
“Damnit, Reagan, open-“
“There’s nothing to talk
about, Hudson.” I saw quietly; “Just lock the door next time.”
Please don’t ask me to
open this door again or I know I will, I think, chewing at my lip with my eyes
closed tight. I’m so close to the edge that I know if he asks me again there’s
no way I’ll be able to say no. I clench my eyes closed even tighter, feeling my
body shiver with desire and feeling the heat pulsing between my legs. Please,
ask me-
The door to the guest
room slamming shut down the hallway makes me jump, and I let my breath out
suddenly, realizing I’ve been holding it. I count to three, and then ten, and
then fifty before I open my door. I poke my head out to see that the hallways
is clear, before I slip out and pad barefoot to the bathroom.
It’s still steamy in
here from him, though I guess he never got a chance to take a shower before I
barged in. There’s a bottle of aftershave lying on the sink next to a razor,
and before I can stop myself, I’m holding the bottle to my nose and smelling
his scent; letting it fill my senses as the steam of the room swirls around me.
His aftershave hasn’t changed, and the smell instantly has me back there, back
where we came so close. His hands are on me again, pushing me against the stone
behind us as he kisses me; his hardness pressing hotly against my thigh through
his pants.
I blush crimson, knowing
that as of seven minutes ago, I know exactly what that hardness looks like.
I shake my head to clear
it as I reach to turn on the water, trying to shake him out of my thoughts. The
aftershave hasn’t changed, and as much as I want to think the man who wears it
has with this whole new sober, healthy, helpful and positive Hudson, I know
it’s just a new facade. People don’t change, not like that.
But when I step under
the hot spray of the water, he’s still in my head; all of him. And as much as I
want him gone from my thoughts, as the water teases electrically over my skin,
the vivid image of his rock-hard body and his big cock standing a foot away
from where I stand now invade every corner of my brain. I’m wet; far wetter
than I’d be just from standing under a shower head, and before I can stop it,
I’m pushing my hands down over my hips and over my stomach, and sliding them
lower. My fingers roll over my aching clit, making me gasp quietly as I lean my
forehead against the tile wall. A moan as soft as the steam rising around me
escapes my lips as I rub myself there, picturing Hudson standing hot and ripped
and naked right in front of me, so close that I can feel the heat from his
body, and then closer still as I feel the throbbing heat of his erection press
against my thigh. I picture myself letting him go further then, instead of
pushing him away like I did. His mouth is on mine, sliding down to suck one of
my nipples into his mouth before he slides lower still until he’s sliding his
tongue deep into my wetness as I buck against his mouth. I moan again, louder
this time as I slide a finger over my entrance and push it inside. I’m
squeezing my eyes shut tight, already feeling myself start to tumble as I rock
my hips to grind my clit against the palm of my hand as I picture Hudson
wrapping my legs around his muscled waist and sliding that big, hard-
The bathroom door slams
open; “Is my toothbrush-“
“Hudson!” But its not a
cry of anger or shock, or even surprise; its me crying out his name as I come. And
gasping out his name as my body begins to shatter pushes me tumbling over that
sweet edge as my climax explodes through me.
“I- uh-“ His voice is
choked, and as I look up through the semi-frosted clear shower curtain, I see
him staring at me as he backs out of the room; “Sorry.”
The door shuts, and I
slump against the wall, feeling like I want to turn to liquid and let the water
pelting down on top of me carry me right down the drain along with it.
It’s a frosted shower
curtain, so- no, there’s no way-
The water and the steam
swirl around me as I slide to my knees in the tub and curl my legs up to my
chin as I rock myself. He couldn’t have; God he couldn't have.
About the
Author:
Aubrey Irons enjoys writing about bold,
sassy, and intelligent women and the hot, cocky, and quite typically forbidden
alpha males who love and lust for them; gripping stories, happy endings, and
enough heat to keep things extra steamy!
In the real world, Aubrey is kept plenty
entertained by her own tattooed Marine husband, their precocious and adorable
three year old, and one very ill-behaved puppy.
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