This is a soft urban fantasy with adorable characters. I liked it very much. So what is this even about?

Kirin is a born werewolf who somehow finds himself with two soulmates. One he meet when he was fourteen for a glorious night of running and never saw again and one he met fairly recently, but who is a human. His parents had always warned him about mating with humans because they#re so fragile and because they can’t feel the soulmate bond. So Kirin tries to stay away, but isn’t very successful, in fact when he breaks up with his girlfriend it’s Alex’ home he stays at.

Alex is head over heels for Kirin and sometimes thinks Kirin is in love with him too, but Kirin never said anything about liking guys and he had been only dating women until now, so he decides that it’s good enough to just be friends, to have Kirin in his life at all is a miracle.

Enter Gerard. Gothic frontman of a rockband and pretty as sin. He and Alex hit it off, but while Alex thinks it’s because he’s also a singer, Gerard is mostly interested in the werewolf scent that clings to Alex’ clothes, because it reminds him of a summer night a long time ago. At first at least.

I don’t want to go into more detail because I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who wants to read it. It’s a unique enough concept for soulmates and werewolf romance. The writing is good, the editing too. We get all character’s pov, and every one of them is very well fleshed out. Alex is adorable, Kirin is a mess one step away form a nervous breakdown at times and Gerard the voice of reason.  This is a romance, meaning there aren’t any explicit sex-scenes.

160 pages also on KU.

And for those of you who like to read in their own language, there is a German translation! Weg des Wolfs.

Taste:

It was hard for Kirin to let go, but he knew he had to. Alex was still watching them and he hadn’t said a word while the two of them were hugging like long-lost lovers. Eventually, he did, still smiling at Gerard.

Gerard’s finger brushed his arm, like he didn’t want to let go either. Kirin took a step back, because he could feel the pull. The need to get naked and transform and run with Gerard like they did that one time in the forest and then they would curl up and sleep. Once they woke up and were back to their human forms, well, that was a whole other beast to tackle. Wasn’t it?

“I want to run with you,” Gerard said and Kirin grinned at him nodding, because of course, of course.

“You jog?” Alex sounded slightly confused, amused, too. Gerard wasn’t known for his healthy habits after all. No had ever heard the rock star say he was enjoying sports.

“Not really. Sometimes I like to run.” Gerard blinked at Alex like he had forgotten they weren’t alone.

Kirin felt bad for him, because Alex didn’t know. Being a werewolf wasn’t something you just told people. It wasn’t easy to make something like that understood. People might laugh it off, might call you crazy, might want to lock you up.

Kirin suspected Gerard’s band knew about it. Surely his sister, Mia, his whole family. There was no way to hide something like this from your family for long. He wondered who the rogue wolf was who turned him and realized in the same instance that he was glad Gerard made it through his first transformation. Gerard could have died, could have gone mad. Could have harmed his family or friends. They could have never met. The thought alone made his heart hurt.

“You don’t seem the type,” Alex said, and Kirin focused on him again. Shoving his depressing thoughts aside. Gerard was fine. There was no need to think about the what ifs of the past.

“Because I have a bad smoking habit? And an even worse rock star attitude?” Gerard asked, grinning over his shoulder at Alex.

Kirin wanted to touch him. Wanted to rub himself all over Gerard so he would smell like Kirin. So he would smell like Gerard in return. His fingers itched to pull the man in again.

“Yeah, that too.”

I marked this with HORRID in my list. So, you have been warned.

Carina just started her job at an insurance company and he hates it, but hey it’s money. So she’s delighted when she finds a Valentine’s card on her desk a few days before the holiday. She quickly figures it could be Mark, a handsome, smart and funny co-worker, because Mark asks her out to lunch that day.

But oh no, the next day there is another card and candy, when she thanks Mark for it he is surprised and then James asks her out. Who is also handsome, smart and funny.

They decided that Carina can have a date with each of them and then decided who her Valentine’s date will be. On her date with James she brings up threesomes and James to his own surprise doesn’t hate the idea of having one with her and handsome, smart and funny Mark.

Mark is bisexual, so he’s all for that. Anyhow, before they get to the threesomes, there are dates to have and guys to have sex with. But no full penetration that would be disrespectful to her other date… I just can’t with this logic.

Fast forward and they have sex and then more sex in the office… And then a co-worker who has the hots for Carina and isn’t handsome, funny and smart, asks her out and she declines. So there is some revenge BS and they cool their relationship until James who always worked in insurance but somehow has the skills to develop a security app/program that is revolutionary in his free time sells his idea and they can all quit their jobs and get married. The end.

I hated this book. James constant monologues about how he always thought of himself as straight, but he guesses he can try to be bi for Mark and let Mark fuck him made me want to quit this book.

Carina is boring as fuck and mostly there to make it happen between Mark and James. Telling James how handsome Mark is and how she would love to have a threesome. This whole set-up with the not handsome, pudgy and also mean and petty co-worker read like a 13 year old wrote it. Because of course ugly people can’t be graceful, smart or funny.

Then there is the writing, which is bad. Just bad. The tenses are all messed up, sometimes even in the same sentence. The sex scenes are boring. The characters too. Editing? Are you kidding me? It’s non existent.

This thing has only 75 pages and I tempted to skip some…

Read at your own risk. On KU.

Taste:

I closed my eyes and gave in to the pleasure, and once I’d settled in and relaxed, I realized it was an absolutely magical feeling having two cocks in me at the same time. For James, this was a new experience for him, too, and he was completely absorbed in the situation. My tits were dangling erotically right in front of his face, and he was unable to stop touching, fondling and kissing them. The only sounds in the room were the men grunting in pleasure as their cocks disappeared inside and out of me. I was moaning slightly, too, taking in the immense pleasure, realizing the porn that I had been watching had not done sufficient work in preparing me for the actual experience. The fantasy was nothing compared to the reality. If anyone had ever told me that I would be celebrating a Valentine’s Day with two men, let alone in this manner, I would never have believed them. I always considered myself to be a good person and I always tried to justify that with my actions. However, since moving to New York, all my inhibitions had dropped and I was more willing to trying new things, indulging in my wildest dreams.

And this felt like more than a dream come true, two studs bringing me more pleasure than I ever could have imagined. Mark was now thrusting faster and deeper into me. It felt incredible to have him so deep inside me from behind and his panting and groaning made me realize that he was struggling to contain his pleasure. James was simply content with me riding him, my tits dangling in front of his face. I felt his cock rock hard inside my pussy and he held my hips as Mark continued thrusting inside me faster and faster. The intensity in that moment was almost overwhelming, and I let out a howl as the climax started to tear through me. James’ eyes seemed to gloss over from the intense pleasure and Mark let out a sharp, strangled groan. I felt a surge of heat as Mark gripped my hips and drove in hard, and I felt a shudder of ecstasy run through his body.

He slowly let go of me and slid his cock from my ass. He was panting hard as he took a seat on an armchair on the other side of the room and peeled the used condom from his dick. He wore an expression of mixed exhaustion and delirium. James seemed motivated to fuck me harder after watching Mark cum. He drove up into me again and again, faster and faster, holding my hips in place and controlling me from below. He was staring right into my eyes, enjoying the slightly desperate look on my face. Then I saw his eyes start to change and heard the low groan that rumbled out of his chest.

This is a heterosexual menage story and mostly porn, so I’m going to call it erotica with a romance subplot.

Erik and Keegan had been friends for years and built a multi million dollar business together. They live next to each other and like to share women. After an accident in the lab leaves Erik scarred, Keegan is the only one who doesn’t Erik push him away.

Erik thinks of himself as a monster, because he used to be handsome, rich and easy going, now he hardly ever leaves the house, so Keegan has to go to those parties and gatherings to promote the company, which he hates. At one of these parties at the company Erik (who is a creep and watches these things on livestream… ) sees Julianne. And he wants her, but knows she won’t give him the time of day, because of his scars. So he asks Keegan to offer her half a million dollars and fuck er while he watches from the shadows. I mean… honestly, I’m here for this.

Anyhow, Julianne is ten years younger than the guys, she’s in massive debt due to her mother’s illness. She also wants to open her own restaurant and get out of town that judges her for liking sex with men. So she says yes.

She figures out pretty fast that someone else is there and coaxes Erik out of the shadows. So the three of them fuck.

And form a connection, so after some drama they go out and then fuck some more. Then more drama, more fucking. So much sex in this books. Honestly.

Mixed feelings about this one. I liked the characters but they could have been fleshed out more. I liked the friendship between the guys (also a must in a heterosexual menage romance), the sex scenes were well written.

But. BUT: the editing is bad. The spelling and grammar are issues as well. Guys are called by the other’s name, shoes that have been red when she gets dressed are suddenly black when they’re about to fuck. And then there is the fact that there is barely any story and that Julianne’s character is basically always horny. I mean the author tells me that she has aspirations and friends and is clever…but honestly what I see is her being always wet and always ready to get naked with them – together or separately. Anywhere even at work while she’s waitressing an event.  And I’m not shaming anyone who wants to fuck for three days straight but from a romance I want more well, romance. This book is roughly 70% sex scenes.

And the ending is kinda meh…it has this damsel in distress aftertaste.

Anyhow 360 pages. (and more books in the series, but not sure I’ll read/review them)

Taste:

She lost all sense of shame when she was with these men because they made her feel as if nothing she did was wrong. Or bad. She wanted to strip them, as well. Keegan’s physical perfection made her want to lick him from head to toe. Even Erik’s scars held their own dark attraction. Or maybe it was just the fact that he’d survived. She sucked in a sharp breath as Erik’s hand slid over her mound then arrowed straight  between her legs.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
His fingers slid over her clit and through her slick pussy lips, teasing, rubbing. Making her wetter.
She was already so close…
Moaning, she arched her back and rubbed her ass against his cock.
“Make me come, Erik. While he watches.”
She opened her eyes now, looking right at Keegan. His jaw so tight, it looked ready to crack. But his gaze stayed on hers.
“Shove the pants down, babe.” Erik spoke directly into her ear, the words felt more than heard. “Let him look.” She obeyed without hesitation, hooking her thumbs in the waistband and pushing down. The material fell without much help and, in seconds, she stood there naked.
Now Keegan’s gaze dropped and didn’t rise. The burning ache between her legs intensified because she knew he was watching Erik play between her legs. Erik’s fingers stroked along her labia as his thumb pressed against her clit. Without entering her, he worked her body closer to orgasm. She felt it
coiling inside, tighter with each stroke. Her hips began to move in rhythm with his hand, seeking more.
She hadn’t realized her eyes had closed until she felt Keegan step close enough that she felt his heat searing her. When she opened her eyes, her first view was of Keegan’s chest.
Broad, strong. She leaned forward and put her mouth on him, right over his heart. She swore she felt it pounding against her lips. Sucking in a breath, she filled her lungs with his scent until it mingled with Erik’s and her own arousal.
Erik chose that second to release her and she let out an unhappy moan as she reached behind her.
Keegan chose that moment to replace Erik’s hand with his own. He took a second to wet his fingers in her juices before he parted her sensitive lower lips and began to fuck her with his fingers. Long, slow strokes, in and out. Stretching her, filling her. Giving her friction. Just not enough. Erik’s arms wrapped around her again, his hands molding to her breasts. Her back arched, her pelvis tilting toward Keegan, inviting him deeper.
He didn’t take her invitation. He withdrew and she gasped, wanting him to return. But Erik was there, wisting her head so he could take her lips. Overloading her senses. Vaguely, she heard the sound of a zipper releasing but Erik’s kiss engaged her mind and body, hot and drugging.

This is a direct sequel to Polished, and you should read that one first, as I liked it. But in a pinch you could read this one as a standalone with an established triad.

Rory, Spencer and Jack had been together for a year. And Jack had been Rory’s and her fiancee’s Dom. The three of them are doing great, that is until Jack’s business starts failing. Everywhere he looks the door is shut in his face. He finds out why when the mafia approaches him. Jack is on the verge of losing his business and the unfinished home he’s building for his lovers. Maybe even the yacht he bought just months ago.

He’s not a man to be fucked with but the mafia makes it clear it’s either them or no one, and they also threaten the only two people in the world Jack would walk on glass for.

So he reluctantly says yes and lands himself in bed with the Russian mafia.

Of course he wants to keep it a secret form his lovers and subs. But both Rory and Spencer are very attuned to Jack’s moods. They don’t want to push him, but Jack’s getting worse. He withdraws from his Dom duties too. Without an explanation. Jack’s unwillingness to be a Dom to them hits Rory harder than Spencer. They’re both his submissive, but have different needs. Rory needs Jack’s discipline, needs his spankings, needs him to keep her form falling apart when the world demands too much from her. Spencer doesn’t need any of that. He can cope with the pressure of the world, what he needs from Jack is the freedom Jack gives him to submit to a man. To let  man do whatever the hell he wants to Spencer.

The fact that Rory and Spencer are getting married complicates things, because Rory’s parents think Jack is just a phase for them and once they’re married they’ll be a couple again and kick Jack out of their relationship. Rory’s mom likes to be in her business, so she’s basically planing her own dream wedding instead of Rory’s.

Of course things turn out okay for the three of them in the end and after all they’ve been through in this book they deserve it.

I liked this book a lot too. Especially because you hardly see a Dom struggling to be a Dom. All of them are people with different needs, but the outside world is demanding too and sometimes you just don’t have the energy to be on for your sub. This book also shows how bad things can get of people don’t communicate. And Jack is a rel piece of work here. Refusing to open up.

This book has more D/s scenes and they’re less playful than in the first. This is the progression of their story after all, so both Rory and Spencer accepted being Jack’s subs, so much so that they’re collared. By the end of the book they’re all very open about it with family and friends and some readers might find it too much.

The book is well written, we get all three pov’s. Editing could be better. The sex scenes are hot. It’s not hardcore S/M. It’s hardly S/M to be honest, because neither of them are sadistic or masochistic. Spanking, edging and orgasm delay/denial are the most common forms of punishment in this one. Sometimes restraints too.

About 200 pages, on KU.

Taste:

If that meant he would take on the role of Dom until Jack got his shit together, then so be it, right? He would do it for Rory. Only a blind man could ignore what she was going through. D/s scenes with Jack were hot, but Spencer didn’t need to play the way that Rory did. The gaping hole it had left in her life was hard to miss. Spencer wasn’t an idiot. If Jack couldn’t give her want she needed, then he sure as shit would try.
But where to start? Spencer hadn’t ever laid a finger on Rory that wasn’t a caress. The spanking she longed for was going to be hard to give. He knew himself well enough to be sure of that.
He turned around in his seat. “We’ll drive all the way upstate tonight. I’ll have you over my lap in our bed.” It was only right to deliver on the promise he’d just made in the bed that that had been theirs first. Before Jack.
He turned to the man driving who had made promises of his own to them both. “You’re good with that, Jack?”
“You think you’ve got to get my permission? She’s your fiancée.”
Spencer heard Rory suck back a sob behind him. “She’s your sub, dammit! You don’t just get to decide you’re not up for giving her what she needs.” Spencer took a breath and calmed his tone. “Not without explaining why.”
Jack was quiet in response. His lack of words was deafening.
Rory’s voice didn’t waver, though it came on a rush of breath. “Jack, please. If you won’t talk to us, then how are we going to find our way through this?”
Jack pressed his foot to the gas, and his car lurched onto the on-ramp.
“I will,” he said finally. “But not tonight.”
“Why don’t you stay in the city, then,” Spencer said. “We’ll take my truck home.”
Jack turned his head sharply toward Spencer for only a second.
Spencer waited for him to protest, to say that he wouldn’t stand for that. He wanted to hear Jack say Spencer was crazy if he thought that he would let them drive upstate tonight without him. He wanted Jack to make the choice, to come clean about what was causing him to stop being the Dom she counted on.
“Whatever, Spencer. I’m tired anyway.”
Spencer swallowed hard on that response.
Rory didn’t need another night second-guessing herself. If Jack couldn’t give them any answers, then Spencer would focus on easing her suffering himself. He knew what she needed. Tonight it wasn’t Jack, not the way he’d been acting.

Dante and Striker are a couple of big, loud, hairy tattoo artist who life and work together. They love each other just as violently as they fight. During one of those fights Striker tells Dante that he wants their relationship to be open, because he wants to fuck other people. Striker is bisexual.

And Dante being fed up with all their fighting and being a hothead himself agrees, even he doesn’t really want it, but he wants to top sometimes too.

Enter Francis the nerdy IT guy who collects postcards, likes to play board games with his friends and dreams about big tattooed men to tie him up and fuck him whichever way they want. Not hat he’s said that out loud or done it. But he’s watched porn and he knows what he wants. He just needs to get a grip and grow some balls so he can talk these big men up. Or take them up on their offers.

Dante and Francis meet on a lonely road when Dante’s bike runs out of gas. And they fuck.

Then embolden by his road side hook up Francis decides to get a tattoo. And that’s how he ends up getting fucked by Striker, after getting his tattoo on the shoulder, in the shop (so many health code violations…). Dante walks in on them and all hell breaks loose.

So Francis flees. He doesn’t deal well with big violent men (his dad was a piece of trash and he was bullied at school).

Dante and Striker talk, cool down, feel awful about the thing with Francis and decide to go to his house to apologize…I mean… it’s fiction so Francis doesn’t call the police on them (also in what universe is it cool to stalk your clients because they’re cute?!). So it all goes rather well. Francis is invited to join them at a bar and he goes and gets fucked behind the bar in a dirty alley. This boy…also there is never any lube…they always use spit (don’t try this at home boys and girls).

Then other stuff happens and more sex where they dominate him and they fall in love. The end.

I didn’t like this book. Striker and Dante were basically one person, because they were so similar. I didn’t like Francis much either. He’s such a boring character and the sex scenes are awful. Their dirty talk just doesn’t do it for me. The writing is so lala. The editing is worse. 

This once just wasn’t for me.

Anyhow, as always read at your own risk.

160 pages on KU:

Taste:

Striker pulled his hand away from his cock, and drove his shaft fully into me. His balls banged against mine, and he slapped his hand against my nipples, sending more explosions across my skin. It was all I could handle, and as his tip plowed into my prostate, I finally lost control, spraying jizz
everywhere. Even with the condom on, I could feel the warm, full sensation of Striker’s load, filling me further. My whole body trembled and pulsed, and the sticky sprays of semen landed across my chest.
“I’m your fucking toy!” I yelled, my voice high and needy. “I’m your toy!”
Striker growled harder, squeezing my nipple for good measure. The pain of it sent another shockwave down my body, another squirt out of my cock.
“Yeah you are.”
Striker stood over me, buried deep inside and breathing hard. After he caught his breath, he pulled out, massaging his cock while he did and then flipping the condom into the trash. After my hole was empty again, my head started to slowly clear, the scene coming back to me.
The walls covered in photos of tattoos…
The wipes, covered in blood and ink…
The pain and pleasure mingling all across my skin…
And that man. That powerful man, hairy and strong above me.
Had I really just given myself to him? Had I really just thrown my legs in the air and begged him to use me?
Did I just call myself his toy?
I grabbed for my underwear, tugging them back on even though my limbs felt weak. I wanted to run, but even more than that, I wanted to stay.
“I don’t normally do that,” Striker said, rubbing his chin and smiling.
“I can’t believe I did that.”
“I can’t believe you did that either,” a deep voice said, startling us both.
It was a voice that cut through the room like a knife, and Striker spun on his heel.
I blinked, rubbing my eyes. Was I losing my mind? Had the tattoo been more than I could handle, more than my feeble brain could process? Had the force of it all actually split my mind in half?
Because standing there in the doorway was the last person I ever thought I’d seen again.
“Dante!” Striker said. His face dropped, and he pulled on his jeans quickly.
“Hi Striker,” said Dante, his voice coming out harsher than I remembered, and harder. “And hello, Frances.”