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.**
BLURB
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.
“No
lights.”
Author Info
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.
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