Thursday, June 11, 2015

Book Blitz Review & Giveaway ~ Better When It Hurts (Stripped #2) by Skye Warren


Better When It Hurts
by Skye Warren
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: June 4th, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions



Five years ago we lived in the same house. He was the ultimate bad boy. And my foster brother.

Now he's back. Tougher, harder, meaner. All of it aimed at me, because I was the one who sent him away. It's payback time. He wants his pound of flesh, and I am helpless to say no.

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5 – Dark, Heartbreaking, Dirty & Rough – Stars
~this review may contain minor spoilers~

I know I should hate him, but I can't. I loved him too much as a girl. And even though he's colder now, bigger and meaner now, he's still the same boy I loved.

Lola met Blue five years ago when they were both in the system. Two foster kids in the same house in a world where they are never safe, never loved, doing whatever it takes to survive. For the first time they found comfort in someone, each other – they let their guards down and allowed someone in. Til Lola turned her back on Blue and got him sent away for good. But now he's back, all grown up, hardened and pissed as hell, and it's all aimed at one person: HER. He's spent the last five years thinking of all the ways he would get her back for her betrayal and will stop at nothing to get his revenge – she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. The question is, does she really even want to stop him?

His mouth is on mine before I can answer. It's not a kiss, it's a fusing of him and me – it's rough and invasive. It hurts, and I never want him to stop.

My, my, my, that was fabulous – just the way I like my romances: a little bit dark, a whole lot dirty, gritty and emotional but with an ending that doesn't make me want to hit something. These characters were amazing with so many layers you couldn't help but connect with a least a part of them, both broken, both damaged, both struggling to keep their heads above water in some form or another. The connection between them was undeniable, even with the pages bleeding hatred you just knew deep down they cared for each other in a way they never have before and probably never will again. The sex scenes were a mix of smokin' hott yet sometimes degrading, explosive and a whole lot rough, emotional and vulnerable laced with pain but screamed of a love that may have been buried deep but still burns bright, even if they both try to deny it, fight to hide it. There are times you will want to choke one or both of them, times you just want to hug them, times you want to lick Blue, but mostly you just hope they can find some form of peace and desperately wish for them to make their way back into each others hearts. They both need healing and a safe place in the dark and dangerous world they live in and you just know they will only find that in each other – if only they would allow it. Surprisingly this is the first book I've read by Skye Warren but I can tell you it most definitely will not be the last. She drew me in from the first page and did not let go til the very end. The writing flowed perfectly, the story completely engrossing, the characters and everything about this was just captivating. I've already gone ahead and downloaded the first two books in this series and cannot wait to dive into them, am anxious to see what this series brings us next and look forward to whatever else she brings us in the future.

It's not ending now. It's not ending ever. It took me five goddamn years of fucking my hand, of dreaming of you, of hating you, to find my way back. And now that I'm here, I'm not letting go.”





The whistle of a belt coming off follows me into Blue’s bedroom. My breath stutters in my chest. I hear the threat of the movement, the speed and power behind it. It’s more than a man getting undressed.
There’s a hundred ways a belt can be used to hurt me. I know them well.
I turn my head to the side, addressing him but showing deference too. It’s an instinct now. It’s survival. “What are you going to do with that?”
I’d rather show you,” he says, approaching me, prowling around me.
I don’t want him to hit me with that belt. Not because I can’t take the pain. I know I can, because I’ve done it before. I don’t want him to hit me because I might start hating him.
Wait,” I say.
He doesn’t wait. One hand takes my wrist. Standing behind me, he leans close. “What do you think I’ll do with this? Make your pretty skin all red? Make you cry?”
I tense, twisting my arm. It only hurts me, and I’m still held tight. “Don’t.”
I’m going to do both of those things before we’re done here, Lola.” He pauses, loosening his grip slightly. “But I’m not going to whip you with this.”
There’s only a second where I can feel relieved before I feel him drawing my other hand behind me. It’s a mistake to relax around him. Whatever I’m thinking, he’s doing something different. However much I brace myself, it’s still going to hurt.
He wraps the soft leather around my wrists, binding them together behind my back. It pushes my breasts out in front of me. Cool air brushes over my skin, tightening my nipples.
There’s weakness in this pose, being held, being open.
And there’s strength too, the pride of being wanted, the power of desire.
On your knees,” he says so softly I almost don’t hear him.
I don’t know what he’s thinking. Whether he sees me as an object he can use or as an enemy he can conquer. I’m a little off balance, lilting to the side as I sink to the carpet. His hands cup my arms, helping me down, guiding my gently. It feels more like worship than anger, more like kindness than cruelty.
At least until the sharp sound of his zipper rips through the air.
His voice follows. “Candy doesn’t think I’ll hurt you.”
I shiver at the foreboding underneath the words. “Yes.”
He undresses slowly, methodically, exposing rough skin and dark hair and a thick, jutting cock.
I have seen his cock before, but only in the dark, holding it in my fist while I jerked him off, shadows and motion. Now I see the skin like the dark side of a peach, almost the color of a bruise. I see the curve of a vein underneath. I see the head of his cock, fat and proud and already glistening at the tip.
I see everything clearly because the saturated late-afternoon light still streams through his window. Our hours are all backward and twisted. Where another woman would do this at midnight, would expose her shame to the moon, mine comes open at five o’clock.
She thinks you’re safe with me because I protect the other girls.” He approaches me, his cock near my face, his eyes looking down on me. “I even protect you.”
I choke out the words. “Because only you get to touch me.”
He nods approvingly. Candy doesn’t understand, he means. I understand. He’s showing me that we’re together on this, like some perverted joint mission where I agree to be hurt. And haven’t I? I showed up here of my own free will. Maybe I do want what’s coming to me.







Other Books in the series:
Love the Way You Lie (Stripped #1)



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