From #1 New York Times bestselling author Sylvia Day comes a story of the ultimate seduction. . . .
Max Westin. Sex incarnate. She could smell it, feel it with his proximity. Everything about him was a little rough, a little gritty. He was a primitive creature. Just like her.
He held her hand a little too long, his gaze, under thick lashes, clearly stating his intention to have her. To tame her. . . .
Her name, just one word, but spoken with such possession she could almost feel the collar around her neck.
“It’s in your nature,” he murmured. “The desire to be taken.”
In this game of cat and mouse, everything is an illusion, but the passion is as real as it gets. . . .
Victoria is the head honcho at the St John Hotel. She is strong, intimidating, & catty. (She’s a familiar, & I’m friggin hilarious!)
Max is a Hunter, a Warlock, magically delicious (jeebus, someone really needs to stop me), & his job is to hunt Victoria, to either kill her or tame her. (Guess what he picks.)
Ok, so y’all should know how much I love hot dominant males, feisty women & the paranormal (yeah, it’s a lot), so I wasn’t surprised by how much I enjoyed this. Dominance & submission…a strong woman submitting willingly is extremely enjoyable to read about, you know, if you enjoy reading about that. (Which I do.)
This was a quick read that looks like it was originally split into 3 stories & put together. You got a happy ending, but it was left open to the possibility of future adventures. I was ok with that. So I was good. I’m giving it a 4 because I felt like there should have been a little more, but I still enjoyed it.
The Hunter had finally arrived.
Victoria studied him carefully through the closed-circuit feed that monitored her office reception area. The urbane Armani suit he wore did nothing to hide the predator within. Tall and dark, the Hunter moved with a casual arrogance that made her purr. He didn’t look around, completely focused on the moment when they would be together in the same room. Alone.
As she rubbed her hands together, a throaty growl filled the air. The High Council was ready to tangle with her again. She smiled and preened, as was the nature of her kind. This Hunter was powerful, she could feel it even through the walls that separated them.
It was a testament to her own prowess that they would send a warlock such as him after her. She couldn’t help but be flattered. After all, she’d broken the laws on purpose, deliberately goading the very powers that had stolen Darius from her. And here was her “punishment”, walking into her office with that luscious, long-legged stride. She couldn’t be more thrilled with their choice.
He flashed a devastating smile at the receptionist before she closed the door behind him. Then he turned his attention to Victoria and removed his sunglasses.
She crossed her silk stocking-clad legs to ease the sudden ache between them.
Piercing gray eyes measured her from a face so austerely handsome she was almost inclined to leave her seat and rub up against him. That firm jaw… those sculpted lips…
But, of course, she couldn’t. She first had to see if he would reveal who he was or if he intended to pretend. The High Council still hadn’t realized how much power Darius had bequeathed her. They didn’t yet realize how deeply her awareness went.
Her gaze moved to the crystal-framed miniature on her desk and the man with the rakish dimple who smiled lovingly from there. Captured beautifully in oil paints, glints of gold shining in his blond hair, the sight of Darius brought a familiar ache of loss and heartache that firmed her resolve. The waste of his life filled her with a need for retribution.
Rising to her feet, Victoria held out her hand. The Hunter took it leisurely, the palpable force in his touch betraying him.
“Mr. Westin,” she breathed, fighting back a delicious shiver. She would have to thank the Council for this gift when she was done with him. He was so dark–his skin, his raven hair, his aura. Sex incarnate. She could smell it, feel it with his proximity. It was obvious why he was a successful Hunter. Already she was wet and eager.
Max Westin held her hand a little too long, his thickly-lashed gaze clearly stating his intentions to have her, to tame her. Like all kittens, Victoria liked to play, so she brushed her fingertips across his palm as she pulled away. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly, a tiny sign that she could get to him if she really put the effort into it.
Of course, she intended to do just that. The Council only sent their best, most prized Hunters after her, and she knew how it chaffed Them when their elite met with abject failure. It was the only thing she could do prevent feeling helpless–give Them a harsh reminder of how great Darius’ had been, and what They’d lost with his needless sacrifice.
“Ms. St. John.” Westin’s voice was a rough caress. Everything about him was a little rough, a little gritty. A primitive creature. Just like she was.
Victoria waved toward the chair in front of her glass-topped desk. Freeing the button of his coat, Max sank into the seat, his dark blue trousers stretching over firm thighs and an impressive bulge between them.
She licked her lips. Yum…
SYLVIA DAY is the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over a dozen novels. A wife and mother, she is a former Russian linguist for the US Army Military Intelligence Corps. She’s been honored with the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the National Readers’ Choice Award, the EPPIE Award, the Readers’ Crown, and multiple finalist nominations for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA Award of Excellence.