Wednesday, September 16, 2015

REVIEW/RELEASE BLITZ: Bastard by Coco Cadence

Full title: Bastard: A Stepbrother Romance
Genre: Erotic Romance 


I’m a f*cking bastard.
I f*ck girls to forget about her.
She’s the girl I’m not supposed to want … my step-sister.
She hates me for what I’ve done.
I ruined her life.

Now I’m a Motocross racer. A winner. A player. A bastard.
But being a bastard comes with bad press.
Lucky for me Emily is a PR agent.

When she comes to work for me, I’ll make her remember why she once wanted me too.
She can’t say no … she needs me to keep her job, and I need her to f*ck me.

One way or another, she will be mine again.
~Book Review~
4 Stars

This step-sibling romance is the story of Motocross racer Chris King and his PR rep step-sister Emily. It’s actually a story of second chance love because Chris and Emily have a history that starts before they were ever step-siblings. 

Told via both Chris and Emily’s first person POVs, the story alternates between the present and their teenage years to reveal the back story of their relationship—their complicated relationship. I enjoyed their back story quite a bit. There were places where it could have been executed a little deeper or more fully, but overall it does add depth to their characters. It also provides a few twists along the way that kept the story entertaining. 

I have to say, my first impression of Chris didn’t put him on any book boyfriend lists for me. The reader is introduced to him on the verge of getting a blow job just before a race. Inwardly I groaned, and not for the same reasons he might have been groaning. I’m not really sure when this type of introduction to the H became romantic, but it turned me off. And the girl he’s with…well she’s pretty eye roll worthy. On top of that Chris refers to himself as a whore and says he likes to “bang.” Immature was a fitting adjective to describe him in the beginning. 

Emily, on the other hand, I liked her spunk right off the bat. She did her best to cope with him, and she wasn’t a doormat. Thankfully, Chris pulls his head out of his ass and steps up his game. He definitely grows as a character, wanting to become a better person, and becomes pretty likable by the end. 

There’s some cute banter between them: 
“‛I have a Kit Kat in my desk.’”—Emily
 “‛I have a Milky Way in my pants.’” —Chris
And then things heat up to some super sexy descriptive scenes. These two were definitely on fire together. 
“‛You coming or do you want me to pull out my Milky Way to make you come?’” —Chris
While this actually started out as more of a 3 star rating for me (see immature man-whore issues above), as it progressed it picked up and I was rooting for them to be together. Their history actually helped a lot, softening his rough edges a bit, and I gave Chris major points for ditching his promiscuous ways and becoming a one-woman man, the woman he truly cared about all along. 

Bastard is a stand-alone, HEA. Chris’s one brother is featured in a previous trilogy entitled Possessed. There is a scene or two where his brother’s story seems to be referenced. 


(Mature Content/18+ Readers)

He leans back, his lips red from kissing me, and dear fucking god, they look suckable.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he rasps, making me blush. “Don’t hide from me, Em. I wanna feel your skin. See you without anything between us.” With his index finger, he tips up my chin. “I want all of you.” He leans in and presses a deep, toe-curling kiss on my lips. “Give me all of you, Em. Everything.”

Oh god, why’d he have to say such a thing? I don’t know how to respond.


He places a finger on my lips. “Don’t say a word. I’ll show you how good it can be.”

He plants another kiss on my lips, eliciting my lips to move up with him as we separate. Damn, why do I want this so much? I’m addicted to his taste, his touch.

I let him sweep me off my feet, I admit. I have no defense anymore, all my barriers are down, and I live at the moment, clinging to his lips like it’s my source of energy. This isn’t me. I don’t let guys get close so quickly, but this is Chris, and he’s gotten me deep … deep in trouble.

My hardened nipples rub against his shirt as he lowers me onto the table, kissing his way down my chest. My breath hitches in my throat as he licks my nipple, circling around the crown, teasing the peak. His delicious kisses burn me to my core, and when his fingers travel down my body to my panties, they’re completely soaked.

“Like this?” he groans, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

My body arches to meet him, desperate for more. I dare not say the words that come to mind; fuck, yes. I feel ashamed to admit it, but I’m letting myself fall for his seduction. Hard.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to give you everything you need.” He pops the button of my jeans, rips down my zipper, and takes it all off as if it comes easily to him. His mouth has my mind spinning, distracting me, but not enough for me not to notice his hand disappearing into my panties. When his fingers slide over my pussy, I gasp, my clit thumping with need.

“Did you ever fantasize about this, Em? Did you ever think about me taking you hard and fast on this table right here?”

I whimper as he rubs my clit, his fingers sliding down my wetness, coating me entirely.

He chuckles. “No need to answer … I already know.”

“What?” I mumble, lost in delirium.

“Your pussy is begging me to make it come,” he murmurs, and then he gently tugs my nipple with his teeth, causing me to moan out loud. “But maybe your pussy hasn’t deserved it after making me so jealous I almost punched a guy,” he growls, and then he rips down my panties in one go.

His smile is deviously sexy as I look down at him, and I’m still trying to decide whether to jab him in the face or let him fuck me until I’m drunk on love.

He grins, licking his upper lip agonizingly slow as if to show me how much he has my body under his control. “But I also know you and I want this too much.”

“You can get jealous all you want, but this pussy only belongs to one person and that’s me,” I retort.

“Oh … we’ll see about that.” His gruff voice drags, heating me up from the inside out.

Suddenly, his hands grip my waist and he lowers himself off the table, between my legs. My eyes widen as his nose dips close, sniffing my scent. After a second, he growls, “Mine.”

Coco Cadence is an erotic romance writer, who loves cocky heroes and smartass heroines. She adores happy ever after’s as much as her fans do, and she will never stop writing them. In her free time she enjoys reading a good book, playing with her cute dogs, and spending quality time with her soon-to-be husband, but you can always find her drifting off into her mind to think of new stories.


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