Title: Conquer Me (The Royals Saga Book #2)
Author: Geneva Lee
Genre: Erotica, Contemporary Romance, BDSM
Release Day: November 11, 2014
Synopsis:
Alexander had the world at his feet and me on my knees...until secrets tore us apart.
I should stay away from him. I should run. But I'm addicted to him...to the pleasure and the pain.
He warned me about his dark side...about his past. But I have a past, too. Together we'll conquer our demons if we don't destroy each other first.
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23206491-conquer-me
REVIEW:
I thought this was a good continuation of this series, but not as good as the first book. While there is still the chemistry between Alexander and Clara, something felt off (at least to me). I would have preferred a bit more to the overall plot of the book, and maybe not quite so many sex scenes. Don't get me wrong, the scenes are freakin' hot, but after a while I started to skim them because I wanted to get back to the actual story itself. Still, I did enjoy this book and can't wait to read the next one in the series.
Title: Command Me (The Royals Saga Book #1)
Author: Geneva Lee
Genre: Erotica, Contemporary Romance, BDSM
Synopsis:
When he kissed me, I was shocked. He was a stranger and still so familiar. It wasn't until I woke up to my picture splashed on the cover of tabloids that I realized I knew who he was.
Prince Alexander of Cambridge.
Royal bad boy.
Exiled heir to the throne.
He isn't Prince Charming. He's controlling. He's demanding. He's dangerous. And I can't say no to him.
We both have secrets—secrets that could tear us apart or drive us closer together—and as the paparazzi exposes each one, I have to decide just how far I'm willing to go for King and Country.
For readers 18 and up due to mature, erotic scenarios.
Formerly titled For King and Country
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21462695-command-me
Buy Links: Amazon | B&N | Kobo | iBooks
"Exactly," Belle said, pulling me from my fantasy. "You're drunk."
"And whose fault is that?"
"I just wanted you to loosen up, but I'm not sure—"
"I am," I interrupted her as we stepped to the front of the line. Behind us, I heard a mix of groans and cursing.
"Miss?" The bouncer crossed his arms, straining the seams of his already strained shirt. He tipped his head to the back of the line. Belle tugged at my arm while a few people whistled behind us.
I searched the man's face for a moment with a raised eyebrow. He was definitely the one that had opened the door for me when I fled from Alexander the night of our formal introduction. "I suppose you don't remember me. It's not wash day."
I smoothed my dress down suggestively and bit my lip for good measure. He studied me for a moment before slowly asking, "A guest of Mr. X?"
"You could say that." I fluttered my lashes, waiting for him to finally place me.
His eyes widened as he reached for the velvet rope that barred entrance to the club. "Of course. I'm sorry. Any guest of Mr. X—"
"I assumed," I purred. Sashaying past him, my hips swaying with my newly found confidence, I paused. "Is he here this evening?"
"I don't think so, Miss..."
"Clara," I corrected him. "Don't forget this time."
"I won't," he promised. His gaze traveled down my form one more time before he sighed and turned back to the line.
Belle grabbed my arm and spun me toward her, staring at me like I was an alien. "What the hell was that?"
"I've been here before," I reminded her.
She continued to gawk at me, but I saw the smirk playing at her lips. "You've never pulled that card before."
"What card?" I asked innocently.
"Don't be coy with me. The Alexander card. Or should I call it the X card?"
I shrugged. "Why shouldn't I pull it? I've had half of my life dug up and printed on the covers of magazines. I might as well skip the line."
"I'm not sure what to think of this new Clara Bishop," Belle said slowly. "Where did she come from?"
"Probably from half a bottle of bourbon," I said truthfully.
"Then let's get you another drink before she disappears." Belle laughed as she dragged me toward the bar. "I think I rather like her."
So did I. I hadn't felt this confident for a long time, but tonight I knew I was sexy and powerful and I wasn't afraid to show it. It could be the liquid courage, but the truth plucked at me from deep in my chest. I'd spent the last ten weeks believing that I'd been wrong about everything that had happened between Alexander and me. That it was all a lie. It wasn't reading his letters that made the difference now. It was knowing the truth. He wanted me. What happened between us had been real—might still be real. I wasn't still that stupid girl falling for a guy like Daniel, who had never cared about me. Although I wasn't sure my taste in men was getting any better.
Of course, Alexander's feelings were still up for debate. Maybe it was the bourbon heating my blood or the subliminal messages in his letters, but I had no doubt that he cared for me.
None of that meant that we could work things out. It just meant that I wasn't crazy. At least, I hoped it did.
Belle handed me a shot and I laughed to see her hair was already sticky on her scalp and her eyeshadow smudged. I probably didn't look much better actually.
"To the new Clara!" she shouted over the pulsing music of the club. I nodded and threw back the shot.
Belle grabbed my shooter and slammed it on the bar before pulling me out to the dance floor.
Brimstone took its name from hell, and it was nearly as hot in here. The floor was packed with a cluster of sweaty bodies fighting to the music, and every few seconds someone would crash into me. I didn't care. Belle and I danced closely together, drawing the attention of more than a few men around us. When a handsome blond pressed against me, circling hips into my backside, I grinded against him, lost to the music. It infected my blood and took control of my body. Belle stayed close, wrapping an arm protectively around my neck. I knew she wanted to let me know she was there if I needed an out, but that was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted to do was dance. I wanted to slip away into the pulsing storm of the music.
I wanted to be free.
How long would that last? I pushed the thought out of my head, refusing to let it affect my mood. The only thing that mattered was this moment, and it was nearly perfect.
It was only missing one thing.
I turned away from Belle and met the eyes of the stranger we were dancing with and waved to him, pushing back against Belle so that we could disappear into the crowd. He raised his hands, giving me a pitiful face, but I shook my head. He wasn't bad looking, but there was no way to pretend anyone could fill the hollow part of me. Suddenly, a hand yanked the man back.
Belle's fingers closed over my arm as Alexander stepped forward and shoved the stranger into the crowd. Before a fight broke out, a suited man appeared and guided the man I'd been dancing with toward the bar. The stranger threw glares over his shoulders but didn't resist.
If it weren't for Belle's fingers digging into my arm, I would have thought I was dreaming. I tugged away from her but didn't move toward him. Alexander and I stood there, separated by barely a breath, and stared each other down. His gaze pierced through me, igniting my already heated blood. Around us, strangers continued to dance and music pounded, but there was only him.
I glanced behind me, breaking eye contact for a precious second to allow myself a clear head. Belle raised her eyebrows and I gave her a reassuring smile. When I turned, he was still there. He wasn't a dream. He was flesh and bone. Blood and heat. Protector and tormentor.
My beautifully flawed X.
I was frozen to the spot. All he had to do was sweep me off my feet and throw me over his shoulder. I wouldn't resist him.
He didn't move. Instead, he extended his hand—a small gesture, but one laced with meaning. He was giving me a choice. I could accept his hand and walk out of here with him. Or I could turn away. But staring into his eyes, his hand outstretched and waiting, I knew the truth.
There was never a choice.
About the Author:
Geneva Lee prefers fantasy to reality, especially fantasies involving powerful, dangerous, and sexy men. You can find her devouring a good romance while avoiding the laundry and the children. She lives in Seattle with her family.
Website: http://www.genevalee.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/genevaleebooks
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8056653.Geneva_Lee
Twitter: https://twitter.com/genevaleeauthor
RATING
ARC provided in exchange for honest review.
Author: Geneva Lee
Genre: Erotica, Contemporary Romance, BDSM
Synopsis:
When he kissed me, I was shocked. He was a stranger and still so familiar. It wasn't until I woke up to my picture splashed on the cover of tabloids that I realized I knew who he was.
Prince Alexander of Cambridge.
Royal bad boy.
Exiled heir to the throne.
He isn't Prince Charming. He's controlling. He's demanding. He's dangerous. And I can't say no to him.
We both have secrets—secrets that could tear us apart or drive us closer together—and as the paparazzi exposes each one, I have to decide just how far I'm willing to go for King and Country.
For readers 18 and up due to mature, erotic scenarios.
Formerly titled For King and Country
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21462695-command-me
Buy Links: Amazon | B&N | Kobo | iBooks
EXCERPT
"Exactly," Belle said, pulling me from my fantasy. "You're drunk."
"And whose fault is that?"
"I just wanted you to loosen up, but I'm not sure—"
"I am," I interrupted her as we stepped to the front of the line. Behind us, I heard a mix of groans and cursing.
"Miss?" The bouncer crossed his arms, straining the seams of his already strained shirt. He tipped his head to the back of the line. Belle tugged at my arm while a few people whistled behind us.
I searched the man's face for a moment with a raised eyebrow. He was definitely the one that had opened the door for me when I fled from Alexander the night of our formal introduction. "I suppose you don't remember me. It's not wash day."
I smoothed my dress down suggestively and bit my lip for good measure. He studied me for a moment before slowly asking, "A guest of Mr. X?"
"You could say that." I fluttered my lashes, waiting for him to finally place me.
His eyes widened as he reached for the velvet rope that barred entrance to the club. "Of course. I'm sorry. Any guest of Mr. X—"
"I assumed," I purred. Sashaying past him, my hips swaying with my newly found confidence, I paused. "Is he here this evening?"
"I don't think so, Miss..."
"Clara," I corrected him. "Don't forget this time."
"I won't," he promised. His gaze traveled down my form one more time before he sighed and turned back to the line.
Belle grabbed my arm and spun me toward her, staring at me like I was an alien. "What the hell was that?"
"I've been here before," I reminded her.
She continued to gawk at me, but I saw the smirk playing at her lips. "You've never pulled that card before."
"What card?" I asked innocently.
"Don't be coy with me. The Alexander card. Or should I call it the X card?"
I shrugged. "Why shouldn't I pull it? I've had half of my life dug up and printed on the covers of magazines. I might as well skip the line."
"I'm not sure what to think of this new Clara Bishop," Belle said slowly. "Where did she come from?"
"Probably from half a bottle of bourbon," I said truthfully.
"Then let's get you another drink before she disappears." Belle laughed as she dragged me toward the bar. "I think I rather like her."
So did I. I hadn't felt this confident for a long time, but tonight I knew I was sexy and powerful and I wasn't afraid to show it. It could be the liquid courage, but the truth plucked at me from deep in my chest. I'd spent the last ten weeks believing that I'd been wrong about everything that had happened between Alexander and me. That it was all a lie. It wasn't reading his letters that made the difference now. It was knowing the truth. He wanted me. What happened between us had been real—might still be real. I wasn't still that stupid girl falling for a guy like Daniel, who had never cared about me. Although I wasn't sure my taste in men was getting any better.
Of course, Alexander's feelings were still up for debate. Maybe it was the bourbon heating my blood or the subliminal messages in his letters, but I had no doubt that he cared for me.
None of that meant that we could work things out. It just meant that I wasn't crazy. At least, I hoped it did.
Belle handed me a shot and I laughed to see her hair was already sticky on her scalp and her eyeshadow smudged. I probably didn't look much better actually.
"To the new Clara!" she shouted over the pulsing music of the club. I nodded and threw back the shot.
Belle grabbed my shooter and slammed it on the bar before pulling me out to the dance floor.
Brimstone took its name from hell, and it was nearly as hot in here. The floor was packed with a cluster of sweaty bodies fighting to the music, and every few seconds someone would crash into me. I didn't care. Belle and I danced closely together, drawing the attention of more than a few men around us. When a handsome blond pressed against me, circling hips into my backside, I grinded against him, lost to the music. It infected my blood and took control of my body. Belle stayed close, wrapping an arm protectively around my neck. I knew she wanted to let me know she was there if I needed an out, but that was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted to do was dance. I wanted to slip away into the pulsing storm of the music.
I wanted to be free.
How long would that last? I pushed the thought out of my head, refusing to let it affect my mood. The only thing that mattered was this moment, and it was nearly perfect.
It was only missing one thing.
I turned away from Belle and met the eyes of the stranger we were dancing with and waved to him, pushing back against Belle so that we could disappear into the crowd. He raised his hands, giving me a pitiful face, but I shook my head. He wasn't bad looking, but there was no way to pretend anyone could fill the hollow part of me. Suddenly, a hand yanked the man back.
Belle's fingers closed over my arm as Alexander stepped forward and shoved the stranger into the crowd. Before a fight broke out, a suited man appeared and guided the man I'd been dancing with toward the bar. The stranger threw glares over his shoulders but didn't resist.
If it weren't for Belle's fingers digging into my arm, I would have thought I was dreaming. I tugged away from her but didn't move toward him. Alexander and I stood there, separated by barely a breath, and stared each other down. His gaze pierced through me, igniting my already heated blood. Around us, strangers continued to dance and music pounded, but there was only him.
I glanced behind me, breaking eye contact for a precious second to allow myself a clear head. Belle raised her eyebrows and I gave her a reassuring smile. When I turned, he was still there. He wasn't a dream. He was flesh and bone. Blood and heat. Protector and tormentor.
My beautifully flawed X.
I was frozen to the spot. All he had to do was sweep me off my feet and throw me over his shoulder. I wouldn't resist him.
He didn't move. Instead, he extended his hand—a small gesture, but one laced with meaning. He was giving me a choice. I could accept his hand and walk out of here with him. Or I could turn away. But staring into his eyes, his hand outstretched and waiting, I knew the truth.
There was never a choice.
Geneva Lee prefers fantasy to reality, especially fantasies involving powerful, dangerous, and sexy men. You can find her devouring a good romance while avoiding the laundry and the children. She lives in Seattle with her family.
Website: http://www.genevalee.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/genevaleebooks
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8056653.Geneva_Lee
Twitter: https://twitter.com/genevaleeauthor
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