by Sara Wylde
Date of Publication: May 1, 2016
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Genre: Contemporary Romance
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . The Wolf of Kaliningrad . . .
Lola & the Wolf. This Beauty & the Beast contemporary retelling has been improved greatly. This beauty bites back, in a big way. There fairytale has a bite that will consume you. There was action, drama, mystery, intrigue, appeal with drugs, hitmen, justice, retribution, and so much more.
I did not quite understand what to expect from the blurb, but let me tell you I got that and more. Lola was strong willed, strong in mind, and strong in her self confidence. She knew exactly what she wanted and there was no way to back down and not take what that was.
Arkady was strong, assertive, alpha. He was the man's man. He trusted no one. He had a lot to learn.
Dare I say surprised at what I got. I most certainly want more of Sara Wylde.
**This ARC was provided via Bewitching Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
How far will she go for her family?
Lola Carter’s addict brother stole from the wrong man: the legendary Wolf of Kaliningrad, a scarred beast of a man who shows no pity and no mercy. When her brother is taken captive by the Wolf, Lola will do anything to save him. The Wolf offers to trade her life for her brother’s…if she’ll marry the monster.
Only this is no beauty and the beast tale. The Wolf is about to learn that Lola is a fierce adversary who can be just as beastly when it comes to saving herself and claiming something she wants more than anything else: her monster’s black heart.
His suit was Valentino.
She could tell by the texture of the decadent fabric against her naked skin when he grabbed her from behind. The leather of the gloved hand across her mouth was finely made, butter-soft. Lola Carter didn’t even think of screaming. She knew who held her, and no amount of screaming, begging, or crying could save her now.
Nothing, except maybe the money she’d hidden in her dressing room.
“Do you know who I am?” His voice was rough, like great boulders grinding against each other.
She nodded her head as much as she was able. The man who held her, naked after her turn on stage at the Pink Lagoon, was the mighty Wolf of Kaliningrad. He was a stone cold killer with no heart, no mercy. His only god was power, and his communion was money.
Money her brother had stolen from him.
“Good.” His harsh whisper sent shivers down her spine. “I take my hand away from your mouth, you won’t scream.” He slowly removed his hand from her mouth.
She didn’t scream. Didn’t so much as breathe deeply. Lola knew her life was in his hands.
“Lo. Hey, Lo?” a voice called out. “You okay?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Everything’s fine. Just taking a break in my dressing room.”
“Dressing room.” A snort sounded. “Girl, you putting on airs.”
“It is my dressing room. It locks. I have the key. It’s mine. But I’ll give it to you when I move on to bigger and greener pastures,” she teased.
“Lola La Bang, moving on to better things than the Pink Lagoon? Girl, I know you will. If only so I get that dressing room. Don’t take too long,” Peaches Crème said as she peeked around the corner. “Oh, you busy. I see.” Peaches flashed her a grin and went out for her set on the stage.
“Dressing room. Now.”
She shivered again, suddenly hyperaware of the texture of his suit against her bare skin, the sound of his voice like a touch itself.
Christ, what was wrong with her? She was hot for this guy just because of the feel of his suit. No, if she was honest, it was the leather gloves. Her utter vulnerability—had to be the female version of a fear boner.
It just had to be.
Lola led him through the darkened hallways until they came to a couple of doors in the back. It wasn’t really a dressing room, it was more like a large closet she’d co-opted for herself. She didn’t have anywhere else to hide the money, so she’d made a big show of requiring a dressing room. With the money she brought in to the Pink Lagoon, Carl would let her do just about anything, as long as it made him money instead of costing him.
And her little closet she called a dressing room? Well, it didn’t cost him shit.
As soon as the door closed, she reached to turn on the light, but his gloved hand closed over hers.
Sara Wylde is the crackfic contemporary pen name for PNR/UF author Saranna DeWylde. She rather imagines that all the pen names live in the same dorm in her head and frequently have discussions that look and sound something like an episode of Herman's Head.