“I tried to play a
game. I tried to wield deceit as perfectly as the Hawks. But when I
thought I was winning, I wasn’t. Jethro isn’t what he seems—he’s the
master of duplicity. However, I refuse to let him annihilate me
further.”
Nila Weaver has grown from naïve seamstress to full-blown fighter. Every humdrum object is her arsenal, and sex…sex is her greatest weapon of all.
She’s paid the First Debt. She’ll probably pay more.
But she has no intention of letting the Hawks win.
Jethro Hawk has found more than a worthy adversary in Nila—he’s found the woman who could destroy him. There’s a fine line between hatred and love, and an even finer path between fear and respect.
The fate of his house rests on his shoulders, but no matter how much ice lives inside his heart, Nila flames too bright to be extinguished.
Nila Weaver has grown from naïve seamstress to full-blown fighter. Every humdrum object is her arsenal, and sex…sex is her greatest weapon of all.
She’s paid the First Debt. She’ll probably pay more.
But she has no intention of letting the Hawks win.
Jethro Hawk has found more than a worthy adversary in Nila—he’s found the woman who could destroy him. There’s a fine line between hatred and love, and an even finer path between fear and respect.
The fate of his house rests on his shoulders, but no matter how much ice lives inside his heart, Nila flames too bright to be extinguished.
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Curse word! Curse
Word! CURSE WORD!!! Even knowing that Second
Debt ended on a cliffhanger was not enough to prepare me for the way in
which events unfolded. Honestly, I don’t even know what to say about this book
except that I am in awe of the fact that Ms. Winters is able to one-up herself
with each installment. The story just keeps getting better as we have the
unveiling of macabre history of the Weavers and Hawks intertwined with the
developing relationship between Nila and Jethro.
While much occurs before the second debt
is extracted, I can’t really talk about it as this series builds with each
respective book and makes the discussion of specific facts ripe for revealing
spoilers. That said, I found myself both fascinated and horrified by the
revelation of what act the Weavers inflicted upon the Hawks that led to the
development of the Second Debt. Honestly I can understand why the first and
even the second generation of Hawks demanded the debts. The need for vengeance
would be ripe, possibly even enough for the third generation to still demand
it. But I found Bonnie Hawks’s actions toward Nila disturbing – believable, as
I suspect that madness truly does run through the family – but disturbing
nonetheless. As for the act that is undertaken to extract the second debt, Ms.
Winters you scare me with how realistic your writing is. I felt like I was
right there with Nila, suffering the same fate as the previous Weaver women
right along with her. I blame you for disturbing my dreams tonight because I
know it’s coming,
I am reluctant to call Nila and
Jethro’s story a romance because it’s not. There is no romance between Nila and
Jethro – their family history and situation doesn’t allow for it, forbids it
actually. But it is a love story. While we have seen hints of it in the
previous books, Second Debt proves to
be pivotal in the shaping of their relationship. The physical aspect of their
relationship definitely intensified and if there were ever a case of pregnancy
by Kindle, this is it. Nila never stood a chance against Jethro. But seriously,
their sexual chemistry is the bonus because their souls are so entwined and it
quickly seems to becoming a case of them against the world. I cannot wait for
the Third Debt to find out what
happens next and to find out if my suspicion about Jethro’s “disease” is
correct.
Just thinking of Jethro sent a spasm of desire through my
core.
Dammit, what’s happening to me?
A daydream of Jethro slamming to his knees before me and
wrenching my legs wide stole my mind. It was so vivid, so real—a trickle of
need ran down my inner thigh. I gasped as I imagined his tongue lapping at my
clit, his long fingers disappearing inside me—the same finger that I’d tattooed
with my name.
Would I come harder knowing he touched me with a finger
branded by me? Or would I hold on as tight as I could and make him work for it?
Oh, God.
I needed to get rid of this satanic desire. I needed to be
free.
My eyes opened, latching onto the detachable showerhead.
I could do it myself…
My heartbeat whizzed with need. I couldn’t fight the
churning demand any longer.
Reaching upward, I unhooked the showerhead and turned the
water temperature down so as not to burn myself.
Feeling awkward and ridiculous and a hundred times guilty
for what I was about to do, I braced my back on the tiled wall and spread my
legs a little.
My teeth clamped on my bottom lip as the water pressure
tickled my clit.
Oh. My. God.
My eyes rolled back as I grew bolder and pressed the stream
of heavenly water harder against my pussy.
Water cascaded down my legs while my torso shivered from
sudden cold. My nipples stiffened as I wickedly angled the jet down and down
until water shot inside me. Every jet and bubble aroused sensitive flesh,
sending my muscles clenching in joy.
I moaned.
Loudly.
My legs trembled as my neck flopped forward and I gave
myself over to the exquisite pleasure conjured by an innocuous showerhead.
Starbursts flashed behind my eyelids; Jethro loomed into my
mind. I pictured him shrugging out of his black shirt, prowling toward me while
unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. I moaned again as my daydream
shed his clothing and stood proud and naked before me. He grabbed his cock,
pumping himself hard and firm, while his eyes feasted on what I was doing. He
didn’t say a word, only watched, then crooked his finger and beckoned me
closer.
My heartbeat exceeded recommended limits as I forced myself
higher and higher, locking my knees against buckling as an orgasm brewed into
being. I rocked the showerhead, biting my lip as the pressure spurted over my
clit and then inside me. The rhythm I set was exactly like fucking and I
daren’t overthink how I looked or how depraved I felt getting off this way.
My daydream forced its way past my misgivings. My forehead
furrowed as I trembled, both welcoming and fighting an orgasm.
Daydream Jethro crept closer, working his cock, a dangerous
glint in his eyes. The moment I was within grabbing distance, he captured my
waist. “I need to be inside you, Nila.” I put words into Jethro’s mouth, but it
was his voice I heard in my heart.
I moaned again, angling the showerhead harder against my
clit.
“How do you want it?” my fantasy whispered in my ear as he
spun me around and pressed me hard against the wall.
I swallowed hard, answering in my mind. “Fast and…”
“Filthy?” Daydream Jethro’s nose nuzzled the back of my ear,
sending shockwaves down my spine. “I can fuck you filthy.”
I couldn’t speak. But I didn’t have to. My fantasy knew
exactly how I needed it. Jethro bit the back of my shoulder, spreading my legs
wider with his.
“Fuck me, Jethro Hawk,” I whispered.
“Oh, I will. Believe me, I will.” Without further warning,
he dug his fingers into my hips and slammed inside me.
My fingers went numb as I slid the showerhead from clit to
entrance. I cried out as water shot inside at the same time as Jethro thrust
into me from behind, sliding deep and fast, stretching me deliciously
painfully.
My heart exploded with bliss. An orgasm squeezed every atom,
getting ready to hurl me into the stratosphere.
Jethro thrust again and I rode my new friend the showerhead.
“Oh, God. Yes,” I hissed, rocking harder. “Yes, yes…”
A masculine cough sounded. “You continue to surprise me, Ms.
Weaver; at least this time, I rather enjoy it.”
Everything crashed into awareness. My daydream shattered,
fracturing by my feet like broken glass. I squealed and dropped the showerhead.
It turned into a water snake, spewing water left and right, wriggling like some
terrible demon.
Jethro snickered. “You’re using up the entire Hall’s supply
of hot water. Are you planning on saving some for the rest of the inhabitants
of my home?”
Pepper
Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife.
She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the
hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her
characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.
She loves
to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair
with her book boyfriends.
Her Dark
Erotica books include:
Tears of
Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)
Quintessentially
Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)
Her Grey
Romance books include:
Destroyed
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