by: Stylo Fantôme
Adult Dark Romance
Published: July 20th 2014
Eighteen year old Tatum O'Shea is a naive, shy, little rich girl. Twenty-three year old Jameson Kane is smart, seductive, and richer. They come together for one night, one explosion, one mistake, and Tate is hurled into space – no family, no money, and no Jameson.
Seven years later, life is going pretty good for Tate, when she runs into Jameson again. This time, she thinks she's ready for him. She doesn't have a naive bone left in her body, and she can't even remember what shy feels like. Jameson has evolved into Satan – sharp teeth, sharper claws, and a tongue that can cut her in half. It all sounds like fun to a girl like Tate, and she is ready to play, determined to prove that she isn't the same girl he conquered once before. A series of games start, each one more devious than the last.
But the devil likes to play dirty, and she learns that playing for souls is playing for keeps. The lines between games and reality, heaven and hell, get blurry. Can she beat Jameson at his own game before someone gets hurt? Or will he leave her soulless, making him the winner, once and for all?
WARNING: contains a wannabe B-rate porn star, an impersonal personal assistant, and the F-word, A LOT. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes. 96,000 words.
“Why do you like to push me?” Jameson groaned, lifting her hair so he could bite at the
back of her neck.
“Because I like it when you push back,” Tate whispered.
We are a match made in Hell. He may be Satan, but I'm Lillith.
Jameson watched her sleep for a while, his eyes wandering down the angry scratch
marks on her back, over the bruises on the side of her neck. She let him do so many things to
her. Eventually, Tate would want something in return, and that thought scared him.
“What do you want, Kane?” Tate asked in a low voice. Jameson dragged his eyes away
from her tits and stared her in the eye.
“Call me that name again, and I will punish your mouth,” he warned her. She chuckled.
“Don't make promises you won't keep.”
*****5+++ Holy Effin Cliffhanger Stars*****
~this review may contain minor spoilers~
What Tate should do, and what she was going to do, were two very different things. He fascinated her. She usually intimidated men, or was just a good-time girl to them. Rarely did she banter or spar with them, and if she did, she had no trouble ripping them a new ass hole. Jameson, though, was unrippable.
BLOWN. AWAY. Stylo Fantôme has officially made me lose my damn mind; I am head over heels in love with her, but I kinda wanna choke her, she has rocked my literary world, yet I want to hunt her down with a damn pitchfork~yup, CRAZY.
And I loved every damn minute of it.
“It hasn't escaped my attention that you growing a massive set of balls seems to have happened right after I fucked you. I think I deserve some credit, and therefore, you owe me.”
~Tatum O'Shea is the sweet girl-next-door, do-gooder, naive Harvard bound eighteen year old girl when her world gets irrevocably changed. One night is all it takes, one hott, passionate, slightly crazy encounter changes everything, causes her to lose it all; friends, boyfriend, family, school-spiraling her future into unknown territory. One devil of a man that puts her on a course of no return and unleashes a side of Tate she never knew existed...
~Jameson Kane is the older, seductive, rich, heartless, devil in disguise that sends Tate into the unknown. He knows what he wants and goes after it, he knows its wrong; he just doesn't care. For the first time, the monster he buries behind layers of charm comes out to play and he doesn't want to chain him back up...
~Seven years later and Tate is finally happy with her life, living it exactly how she wants, answering to no one, when she runs into Jameson again. She's older now and in control of her world, not the naive girl she once was. She believes she is strong enough to deal with Jameson on her own terms, she will not be hurt by him again; even if the man he once was has become Satan himself, determined to bring her to her knees. She has what it takes to play his games and refuses to lose; even if it means selling her soul to the devil himself in the process. But she soon realizes that Satan plays dirty as the games get more devious by the day; will she be able to escape unscathed? Does she even want to? Will Jameson come out the winner in the end; leaving a bloody trail behind him?
She'd come apart under his hands. Like clay. He had felt like he mold her. Do anything he wanted to her. Say anything he wanted to her. Every word that crossed his lips, no matter what she'd said in response, she'd just gotten hotter. Needier. Pretty incredible.
This book was impossible to put down. Be warned: this is not a flowers and puppy dogs sweet romance; it's dark, dirty, raunchy, gritty, foul, sexy-as-hell and just plain wicked. Luckily for me~I Love that shit! Start to finish this is packed with drama, angst and a TON of fantastic characters from all sides of the spectrum. You will be forced through the emotional grinder, you will hate and love these people in equal measure, just be prepared; it's far from conventional. There is no insta-love here, just lots and lots of lust. I'm gonna be honest; you will either love or hate this book with very little gray area~just keep in mind; everything that happens is consensual, everyone has their kinks and we explore some dark ones in this book~it may not be your cup of tea. The author will draw you deep into the story, completely immersing you into this intoxicating world weather you want to or not. Every one of the characters will capture your attention for many different reasons; some will shock you and many will crawl into your heart and take up residence. My personal favorites, aside from our leads, was Ang and Sanders; they brought so much to the story it was hard to remember they were secondary characters. But that ending....talk about a scream-worthy goddamn cliffhanger!! I dropped quite a few of my own F-bombs after that ending, thus the whole pitchfork comment earlier. However, word is the sequel is due out in just one month. I think I can manage waiting that long without going batshit crazy stalker bitch on the authors facebook...maybe ...possibly ...oh, who am I kidding? I'm already climbing the walls wanting to get my dirty little hands on the next book-like NOW. Stylo Fantôme has absolutely landed herself a permanent spot on my 'One-Click Addiction List' and I am totally okay with that.... even if I kinda wanna throttle her right now ;)
She felt like if he was nice to her, if he was sweet to her, she would forget what was really going on, forget her place in the grand scheme of things. And he was Satan, after all. He would make sure to put her back in her place. That would be real pain, and she couldn't handle that, not from him. Not again.
I'm losing this game.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up