Tuesday, August 9, 2016

New Release and Review ... Hard Rules by Lisa Renee Jones

Lisa Renee Jones

Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in Hard Rules, the smoldering, scorching first novel in the explosively sexy new Dirty Money series from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones.

How bad do you want it?

The only man within the Brandon empire with a moral compass, Shane Brandon is ready to take his family's business dealings legitimate. His reckless and ruthless brother, Derek wants to keep Brandon Enterprises cemented in lies, deceit, and corruption. But the harder Shane fights to pull the company back into the light, the darker he has to become. Then he meets Emily Stevens, a woman who not only stirs a voracious sexual need in him, but becomes the only thing anchoring him between good and evil.

Emily is consumed by Shane, pushed sexually in ways she never dreamed of, falling deeper into the all-encompassing passion that is this man. She trusts him. He trusts her, but therein lies the danger. Emily has a secret, the very thing that brought her to him in the first place, and that secret that could that destroy them both.

WARNING: This book contains a gruff and dirty talking alpha male in a suit, and a strong-willed woman that threatens to bring him to his knees. Corruption. Family. Betrayal. Are you ready to meet the Brandon family?

This is book ONE of FOUR that will center around Shane and Emily in the DIRTY MONEY series so be on the lookout for the next book DAMAGE CONTROL coming Feb. 21, 2017.

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**I received an ARC via NetGalley**

This book had me swiping until I devoured every word of this story. I am a little sad that I have to wait for the next book, but I will be stalking the author waiting for any little tidbit of information. 
Like all of the other books that I have read by this author, it is filled with a lot of suspense, great characters, sexy sexy bits and a plot that will keep you guessing and on the edge of your seat. I just knew that the faster I read, the faster I would find out all the secrets, but talk about a book hangover. I am really really looking forward to more of this series. 

I am so intrigued and curious about Emily. I want to know everything about her and the author did an amazing job in the way she wrote her character. Just giving the barest amounts of information to keep me hooked and impatiently waiting for more. I also love that Shane just put's almost everything out there, there really isn't any guessing at what motivates him. I love that everything is so transparent with him, which is a huge contrast to Emily's life.

The ending of this book has me really wanting and needing that next book in the series. I really need and want to know what will happen next. Even though cliffhangers are bit of a pain, I really like that this author writes them in a way that will not let you forget about this series and will have you on the look out for more. This book is the start of a great series, I just feel it. I definitely recommend this book to all of my book reading friends. 


“What do you want me to do?” 

“Stay. Now ask what I think is smart.” 

“Leaving is smart,” she says. 

“And that would be easier if you just stop making me feel...” 

“Making you feel what?” 


“Something,” I repeat, and I weigh that word on my tongue, deciding it needs no further definition. But whatever it is, it’s pure in a way that nothing else in my life is—or has been—in far too long and I’m not letting my brother force her into hiding, when it’s clear she’s already doing that on her own. 

I stand, taking her with me, my fingers lacing snugly with hers. “Come,” I command softly, leading her up the stairs, through the bedroom and into the bathroom, stopping at the glass-encased shower next to the tub. 

Releasing her hand, my fingers find the hem of my T-shirt she’s wearing, caressing it upward, my fingers trailing over her skin to pull it over her head and toss it aside. It hasn’t even hit the ground when my hands are on her slender waist, my gaze raking over her high breasts and pebbled plump red nipples. “You are so damn beautiful,” I murmur, and when I look at her, I let her see the hunger in my stare, the depth of how damn much I want her. 

“Shane,” she whispers. There’s no real reason, but she doesn’t need one. She just needs to keep saying it, over and fucking over. 

I release her, and her lashes lower, becoming half-moons on her pale cheeks. When she lifts them again, I’ve taken off my clothes, and opened the glass door to the shower, silently inviting her to walk inside. She enters, but not before her gaze flickers over my body, lingering on my cock, and the look might as well be a lick for the way my body pulses and thickens. There is a predatory part of me she stirs, which is about far more than fucking, and when she faces me, just outside the stream of water, I stalk forward, backing her up without a touch until she is in the corner. My hands settle on the wall above her, my cock jutted, thick and hard, between us, but there is more to this moment than sex. “ To hell with being objective. You rock my world and I don’t get rocked. I’m damn sure going to do my best to make you do this my way.” 

“Which is what?” 

“You stay with me.” I lower my mouth a breath from hers. “Stay.” 

“Yes,” she says, sounding breathless. I knew I was right in that coffee shop when I met her. I damn sure like her breathless and I plan to keep her that way for the rest of the weekend.

I brush my lips over hers, a caress and a tease that I follow with a deep, drugging kiss, the sweet, honey taste of her biting at my self-control. But it’s her control I want. It’s her command of her secrets. I want to tear away her reserve, and that starts now, with me taking her pleasure and leaving room for nothing else. Driven by that intent, I lower myself to my knees, warm water splaying over my back, while I plan to make her warm all over. 

My lips find her belly, and her fingers tunnel into my hair, and this time I don’t stop her. This time, I am not driving away her demons, and leaving no room for them. I’m tearing down her walls, and sliding into their place, and I waste no time finding her clit and licking it. And licking again, sucking her deeply, using my fingers and tongue to tease and please until she is arching her hips and making soft, sexy sounds of pleasure I feel in the pulse of my own body. I explore, lick, touch, and it is only minutes before she is tugging at my hair, a rough burn that tells me she is on edge where I want her. With only a few more caresses of my tongue, her sex is clenching around my fingers. I ease her into release and back down. When she calms, I stand, cupping her face and kissing her. That sweet honey taste of all of her is on my tongue and I want more.

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