What do you do when the man who you love more than anyone else in the world terrifies you? This is a question Shyla must confront and it takes her to her breaking point.
The only person who can bring her back is the same person who is capable of destroying her beyond repair.
Shyla has seen a side of Taylor she can never forget. She now understands that not only is he capable of immense tenderness, but ruthless violence. She must decide if she will fully trust Taylor and embrace both his light and darkness, as it is clear both exist equally within him.
Their pasts continue to cast a shadow over their relationship as Shyla attempts to convince Taylor that the only way they can truly embrace the future is to reopen and repair old wounds.
Taylor swears anything he has ever done was to protect Shyla, but Eric's words haunt her and cast doubts on Taylor's intentions.
Taylor will do anything for Shyla.
Now she must decide if that is actually good thing.
Just when I thought Nina couldn't shock me any more
she had me gasping for air with this book.
Unstrapped is a total eye-opener that will leave you stunned!
After reading the first 2 books I couldn't help but love
the way Nina draws you in and leaves you wanting more
every time! She just has a way with words. Nina's
work makes you not wanna stop and keep reading
until you have finished! I had a couple late nights
with the Strapped seriwefes
Unstrapped takes Vanilla sex strait out of the picture.
Damn the tricks and tips I learned from this book.
This book is on a whole other level and seriously you cant
even compare it to the 50 Shades series!
Taylor is all sorts of fudged up he is the CEO of Holden
Industries, smoking hot, sexy and straight up nuts. I had a love
hate relationship with him. However, ever time he made Shyla come I was imagining it was me begging for more! It took me awhile to get to know him, but damn was it worth the wait!
Shyla aka Shy is sweet and I liked her but didn't love her.
She is head over heels in love with Taylor and has
been for awhile. She is strait up scared of him tho.
Who wouldn't be of a man who liked it that rough.
She and me butted heads a few times, but I understood her
more than I wanted to. She need a little more angst for me.
This book has me still dreaming about Taylor I mean she
threw it all at me at once and I felt like I had whiplash.
Sex Sex Sex I loved every bit of it graphic, YES, it is
mommy porn but I have to admit Nina did make it classy.
I love this series and can re read and re read and would
totally try and get everyone to read because it
is so worth it, everyone need s some
Taylor ever now and than, because
he is that damn good and SEXY one hell of a man!
Nina honey I can not wait
to what you have I am patiently
waiting babe, please give me something GOOD!
Stunned, I unzip the garment bag and find a long-sleeved black velvet dress with a plunging neckline. Even if he would permit me to wear a bra, it would not even be possible in this dress. The hem, I estimate, would stop about mid thigh. Inside the shopping bag is a pack of sheer black silk stockings, with one opaque line running along the back of my heel to the top of the stocking, punctuated by a small satin bow. A thin red garter belt is provided to ensure the stockings stay in place. There is also box of fire-red stilettos inside the bag, the heel so sharp and steep that my eyes widen as I rotate the shoe to examine it.Holy hooker heels. With a confounded pout on my face, I slide on the dress, stockings and shoes. The stockings turn out to be exceptionally long, stopping just below the crook of my ass, framing each cheek like a gift. I pin only one side of my hair back, exposing one shoulder. I find a lipstick to match my shoes and apply a gunmetal eyeshadow and black mascara.
Then I anxiously wait like a good girl.
It isn’t long before Taylor returns, dressed in a perfectly tailored graphite suit, a crisp white shirt and navy tie to match the muted Icelandic vistas. He had left in street clothes, and I wonder if he just picked this up. Normally I would ask, but this Taylor is not one with whom I would engage in such insignificant trivialities. You don’t waste your words with Mr. Holden.
I remain seated on the edge of the bed, instinctively waiting for him to find me and tell me what is to be done next. I fiddle with my red lacquered fingernails as my heart flutters. It is a feeling I have learned to love and hate: not knowing what Taylor will do or say, but relishing in the agony of anticipation.
I sense I am in trouble, but I can’t know for sure until he decides to disclose. Asking is futile.
His footsteps are quick and come to an abrupt stop when he finds me. Without uttering a word, he reaches for one of my hands and incites me to stand. I look up expectantly as his piercing jade eyes assess me. Am I pleasing to his frigid yet fiery glare? His poker face reveals nothing. He takes a half a step closer, so that his breath tickles my hairline. Then, he grazes the tips of his knuckles along the smoothness of the velvet, starting at my right shoulder, and trailing down the deep V-neckline of my dress, stopping just at the peak of my breast. My clit lights up with arousal, begging for his relief. And he fucking knows it. My hips involuntarily jut forward just a centimeter, but he reads those subtle cues like a sexual seismograph. His eyes sharply shift to my pelvis and then back up to my eyes. Despite all of the questions in my mind, they plead with him in silence, large and doe-like. I am willing to forget it all tonight if he’ll just relieve me of the desire for him that bleeds through my skin. It’s something I know he can sense from across a room and he uses it to lull me like a snake charmer would. He feeds off of my desperation for him, the way my pulse speeds when he blows on my neck, or stares at me like a wolf patiently stalking his prey. And so, he will make me wait, delighting in my angst.
His eyes track down to my breastbone, and his knuckle grazes my already rigid nipple. A small puff escapes my barely parted red lips as my back arches towards him. I clench my fists at my sides, using whatever I have left of my willpower not to grab him and pull him closer.
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Nina G. Jones was born and raised in Bronx, NY and currently resides in Milwaukee, WI with her husband and two crazy Boxers.
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