Conquer Me Tour Stop!

 Alexander had the world at his feet and me on my knees...until secrets tore us apart.
I should stay away from him. I should run. But I'm addicted to him...to the pleasure and the pain.
He warned me about his dark side...about his past. But I have a past, too. Together we'll conquer our demons if we don't destroy each other first.

To be fair I had to take my personal preferences out of the ratings due to the amount of sex that is in this book.  I am not a prude, but I really like for the sex scenes to advance the story not just fill the pages, or be the majority of a chapter.  I did like the plot though and the writing style was great and made the story read smoothly, but I will admit by half way in I started speed reading the sex scenes just to get through it and not miss some important advancement in the plot. 

This is the second book in the saga, Command Me being the first and Conquer Me picked up a few months after we were left with the ending of book one.  Clara is struggling to find her new life without Alex.  She is firm in her belief that she can’t love him and be hidden like he requested due to his role in the Royal family.  Politics and country tradition would never accept her as his bride and Clara isn’t sure she can live being the hidden mistress while he goes on with his Royal duties. 

That separation doesn’t last long as neither can be apart.  Being together and facing the scrutiny of not only the country and press but his family as well has to be worth it because surviving alone is not.  Now this is where the endless sex comes in, I guess they were VERY happy to see each other.  I will admit that Alex is classy and sophisticated outside of the bedroom, but once the door is locked, his inner Dom comes out and produces some steamy nights for Clara.

Throughout the story we get more of the story to a few events that had occurred.  Alex begins to allow Clara in on his past skeletons, inside and out of the bedroom.  He opens up about how he feels and has treated other people and the accident involving his sister gets more clarity in this book.  I enjoyed watching Clara take care of situations to protect her man and we do have some outsiders determined to break this couple up as the story progresses. 

While the majority is sex, there were some suspenseful moments that left me wanting to continue on till I had my answers.  I wouldn’t say this book was a waste of my time because I do enjoy reading about a Royal family and imagine what goes on behind the palace doors.  My hope would be that the next book the author focuses more on the characters, even the secondary ones and plot.  With the changes in Alex from book one to book two I would have loved to seen more progression of who he really wants to be in life, not him playing a role.  I know there is more to this man than being a sex demon in the bedroom.  I would recommend this saga but be warned if you are offended by an abundance of sex scenes you might want to rethink your choice.  The plot is excellent and I felt worth the read. 

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“I trust you.” In some ways those words held more meaning than any others I’d spoken to him.

He knew it. Alexander brushed a kiss across my mouth. The sweet gesture only ratcheted up the pulse between my legs. “Put your hands behind your back.”

I obeyed without protest. His arms slipped around me, pinning my wrists together before I felt lace wrapping slowly around them. He bound them together tightly enough that there was no chance I could pull an arm free but not so much that it hurt. A thrill raced from my stomach to my throat. A strange mixture of apprehension and elation swirled through my head. I bit my lip, trying to hold the dizzying effect he had on me at bay. For the first time, I didn’t simply want this—I needed it. I needed him to take command and make me forget all the fear and anger I’d felt earlier.

He stepped back and regarded me—legs spread wide on the counter, hands bound behind my back—and smiled. The darkness that always flickered in the depths of his beautiful eyes flamed to life.

“Now you have me where you want me,” I murmured, surprised at the sultry undertone of my own voice. I wasn’t entirely certain who this vixen was, but I was eager for her to come out and play—eager to let go.

But Alexander held back, clearly not as restless as I was, and shook his head. “Not quite, poppet.”

He slid open a drawer and removed a white kitchen towel. Shaking it open, he laid it on the counter and folded it longwise into precise thirds. When he lifted it to my face, there was a moment of hesitation. He didn’t ask my permission again. He only waited for me to say no, but I was silent. Tying it around my eyes, he whispered, “You still have your voice.”

Then he was gone. I sensed his presence and knew he was standing there surveying his prize. With my sight taken from me, I was aware of the sharp intake of his breath. The air felt cooler on my bare skin. Every inch of me felt alive.

“Beautiful,” he said in appreciative voice. “First, you will eat.”

I started to protest, but it was no use. There was no arguing with Alexander’s protective side. Beside me a bag rustled and I heard the metallic crunch of foil being torn away. An exotic aroma flooded my nostrils and I breathed in, trying to guess what he’d brought home for me. I was an adventurous eater, but I’d always known what was going into my mouth.

“Open your mouth.”

I did as he instructed and spice burst across my tongue. I chewed slowly, delicately. The flavors were Moroccan, I guessed, but although I’d had the cuisine before, I’d never savored it like this, deprived of my sight—deprived of even the ability to feed myself. When I was ready, he offered me another bite and another. Something about the act, so nurturing and yet so domineering, made the experience almost orgasmic. Each bite stole another moan of pleasure from me as the unexpected textures and flavors hit my palate.

“Are you ready for the next course?” he asked at last, and something in his tone sent anticipation fluttering through me.

I nodded, licking my lips.

His hands slid under my arms and he lifted me to my feet. “Kneel.”

Geneva Lee prefers fantasy to reality, especially fantasies involving powerful, dangerous, and sexy men. You can find her devouring a good romance while avoiding the laundry and the children. She lives in Seattle with her family.

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