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Title: Unexpected Angel
Author: Sloan Johnson
Release Date: August 5, 2013
Genre: Erotica
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Synopsis
Tasha Skinner finally shed the baggage of a failed marriage. Now, she’s looking forward to a night of margaritas and man-bashing. Tasha’s friends have other plans, including Leather, Lace and liberation.
Dylan Caprese didn’t want to go to Marquee, but he and his friends were on a mission. They took it upon themselves to make sure things didn’t get out of hand when wannabe Doms mixed alcohol with playtime at the monthly Leather and Lace night.
From the moment he set eyes on Tasha, he knew there was something different about her. She wasn’t some bondage babe who thought she knew what it meant to be into BDSM. She was much, much worse; she was innocent and trusting. He can tell she is something precious.
When Tasha’s past threatens to destroy her, Dylan begins to realize that while their paths have never crossed, their lives most definitely have. Will he be able to save her before it’s too late?
Excerpt
I had no intention of coming out tonight. This entire week has sucked and I really just wanted to chill at home. Unfortunately, I had already committed to being here, so I’m kind of stuck. To top it off, most of our group bailed early, wanting to head over to the diner for a bite to eat since it didn’t look like there would be as many depraved freaks showing up as there were other nights. I can only hope the cooler weather means less of a crowd for a few months.
Just about the time I am ready to bail, I see an adorable blonde with killer legs waiting in line all by herself. That’s enough to catch my attention, but when I see her looking around as if she is lost, I start to get concerned. I fucking hate Leather & Lace night. It’s the night all the perverts come out to play. Yes, I’m fully aware that I would be considered one of those pervs by many people, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Me? I’m here to protect girls like her from the freaks who only think they’re anything like me.
After warning the new girl to be careful, I head inside. I could tell I was making her uncomfortable as it was and didn’t want her to pull a can of pepper spray out of her pocket or anything. If it were up to me, I would have attached myself to her side. It would be fun to teach her what the lifestyle is really like.
“Dylan, where the fuck you been?” Zeke asks when I finally manage to snake my way through the swarm of sweaty, gyrating punks.
“Had to go out for a smoke. Any problems in here?” I pick up my glass of water, wishing it wasn’t my night to keep my eyes open. If I have to be here, I’d much rather be having a drink to unwind from all the crap that went down over the past few days.
Zeke shakes his head. “Nope, but it’s still early. I know it brings people in, but I really wish they’d shut down the back room.”
“You know Vic won’t do that,” I snarl. We have tried talking to the owner of the club several times about shutting down the playroom. Let the posers have their leather, their lace, their dancing and whatever else, but a BDSM playroom has no place being in close proximity to alcohol. I sometimes wonder how many people wake up the next morning with welts wondering who attacked them. It’s a joke, really, to see what passes in places like this. “It’s his biggest night of the month most of the time. If he took away their chance to lose their inhibitions and let someone whip the shit out of them, no one would buy.”
“Doesn’t make it right,” Zeke grumbles, slumping against the bar with his own water. His eyes catch someone walking through the bar. “Holy angel of fuckdom!”
“Fuckdom? Really, Z?” I turn my head to see what, or who, making my friend and business partner make up words like a lame frat boy. As soon as I catch a glimpse of glowing white fabric out of the corner of my eye, I know exactly who he is talking about. Okay, ‘fuckdom’ is still a totally ridiculous word, but I can understand not finding the word he wants to use to describe her. “That’s Betsy. You stay away from her, Z. Stay away, but keep your eyes peeled, too. She’s fresh meat and I’m sure her outfit gives that away to the freak squad.”
“You know her?” Zeke looks at me, obviously impressed that I know the heavenly beauty in a sea of demons. “Fuck man, how’d you get so lucky?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Remember how you kept on me to quit smoking when you did? Let’s just say I’ve never been happier that I didn’t listen to you.” I slap him on the back as I set my empty pint glass on the bar. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a damsel to go rescue.”
“Tying her up and taking her home isn’t rescuing, that’s kidnapping,” Zeke calls out as I twist and turn my way back across the dance floor. One of these times, someone is going to take the shit he says seriously. I am going to be in deep fucking trouble when that happens.
About the author...
Sloan is a Midwestern mom who began writing nearly seven years ago as a way to make money while staying home with her daughter. Now, with two kids in tow and having written more articles on how to assemble various pieces of furniture than she can count, she is reaching to make her dreams come true.
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Review
"It's not pleasant, but it's a fact that sometimes we grow and change. The people we thought would always be there for us aren't. You're just now at a place where you can start to be the person you are meant to be." ~Dylan- Unexpected Angel
I think I started to fall for Dylan way before he spoke these words to Tasha. I've read a lot of books with BDSM and Dom/Sub relationships but this one is in a league of it's own. I found myself actually googling Shibari, yes, you read that right and that's just between you, me and the other people who will read this review.
Sloan Johnson starts her story by telling you a little of Tasha's past while introducing you to Dylan. Tasha and Dylan meet at a bar her friends have taken her to. They are supposed to be celebrating her freedom and divorce, from let's just call him "Ass Munch" shall we. She is instantly introduced into a form of BDSM in the club and this peaks her interest and at the same time freaks her out. Dylan being the sweet, caring man that he is notices her uncomfortable body language and takes her from the club. He is such a gentleman, he takes care of her. I really hate to say much because it's so easy to get caught up in this book and ramble on and on about it. I don't want to spoil anything for you.
The cover is the most beautiful one I've seen and I'm now stalking, I mean following the male on this cover on Facebook. The saying "Don't judge a book by it's cover", do you know that saying? Well, judge away. The story goes so well with the cover. Dylan is a Dom who is respectful, loving, and he had me at "I protect what's Mine." This story has a plot that keeps you on the edge of your seat. Tasha does fight her feelings for Dylan at first. The "A.M" I spoke of earlier has broken her spirit. The last few chapters will keep you on the edge of your seat, biting your nails and freaking the hell out. Ok, maybe it'll be just me but that was an intense final Chapter.
The Epilogue gives you warm and fuzzy feelings and the author gives you a preview at the end for the next installment in the Isthmus Alliance. I can't wait to read Tommy's Story. I give this book 5 H.O.T. Stars!
~Jen
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