Excerpt: Sweetest Taboo by J. Kenner

Excerpt: Sweetest Taboo by J. KennerSweetest Taboo by J. Kenner
Series: S.I.N. #3
Also in this series: Dirtiest Secrets
Also by this author: Say My Name
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From the New York Times bestselling author of such “racy, sizzling Stark novels” (RT Book Reviews) as Release Me and Say My Name comes the provocative first Stark International Novel—the beginning of the S.I.N. series.

It was wrong for us to be together, but it was even harder to be apart.

The memory of Dallas Sykes burns inside of me.

Everyone knows him as a notorious playboy, a man for whom women and money are no object. But to me, he’s still the one man I desperately crave—yet the one I can never have.

Dallas knows me better than anyone else. We bear the same scars, the same darkness in our past. I thought I could move on by staying away, but now that we’re drawn together once more, I can’t fight the force of our attraction or the temptation to make him mine.

We’ve tried to maintain control, not letting ourselves give in to desire. And for so long we’ve told ourselves no—but now it’s finally time to say yes.

Dirtiest Secret is intended for mature audiences.

~ Excerpt ~

 

“There are so many things to say. Important things. Essential things.”

“Jane—”

“But not now. I don’t want to talk about any of it right now.”

Hope warred with fear inside him.

“I just want—oh, please, Dallas. I don’t want to talk. Right now, I just want you to kiss me.”

And that was it—that was the moment she broke him. He felt himself shatter, the fear that had hardened inside him like glass breaking into a million tiny pieces. He reached for her, then cupped her head and closed his mouth gently over hers.

Immediately, he became drunk on the taste of her, aroused by the feel of her.

He wanted to crush her body against his, to feel her heat, her heart. He wanted to bruise her mouth with his kisses and close his hands tight around her arms. He’d come so damn close to losing her, and he couldn’t stand the thought of ever letting her go.

But he didn’t—he couldn’t. She was too fragile, and the possibility that he might hurt her—more, again—ate at him. So instead, he littered soft kisses on her face, her neck. He stroked her. Touched her. Hell, he worshipped her.

“Dallas?” Tentatively, her fingers brushed his face.

He blinked and focused on a space over her shoulder, knowing that he’d come completely undone if he looked into her eyes. “I thought I’d lost you. First, when you walked out. And then—and then—”

The words caught in his throat, too horrible to even voice. “Christ, Jane. I can’t lose you.”

Gently, her fingertip stroked his lower lip. Even more gently, she took his chin and forced him to look at her. “I’m right here.”

“And thank God for that.”

Their eyes met and held, and for a moment there was no time, no space, no world that judged them. There was just them.

Then she lunged, her mouth closing over his with such firm finality that it both broke the moment and had him laughing. “This is how I want you,” she said, and he answered her silently but enthusiastically, pulling her hard against him, slamming his mouth against hers. Taking. Consuming. Until he was nothing but heat and need, an ache building in him that he couldn’t quench no matter how tight he held her, how hard he kissed her.

He was lost in her, drowning in the sensuality of her fingernails digging into his back. Of her teeth claiming his lips. Of the way her pelvis ground hard against his erection.

With a low, needful groan, he slid his hands down and grabbed her hips, craving an even closer contact. He tightened his grip, pulled her toward him, then immediately released her and stepped back when she released a soft, sharp, “Oh!”

“Jane?”

She stood before him, breathing hard. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He frowned. “I hurt you.”

“No. No, I’m fine.” She shook her head, but he knew better. “Dallas, please. I don’t want—”

“What?”

“Distance.” She dragged her teeth over her lower lip as if she was unsure about how he felt.

“Oh, baby. No. Never.” He held out his hand. “Come here.”

She cocked her head, then narrowed her eyes. “Where?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

The speed of her reply sang in his heart. “Then let me take care of you.”

The corner of her mouth twitched. “If you’re thinking about putting me to bed, you can just stop that nonsense right now. I’ve been in a hospital for almost two days. Between boredom and sedatives, I’m all caught up on my sleep.”

“I promise, sleep is the last thing on my mind.”

That was a little bit of a lie. She’d protest, he knew, but she needed more sleep. Good sleep, not with nurses popping in and out and a sterile bed with the scent of hospital disinfectant permeating the room.

She’d sleep, all right. But he intended to make sure she was ready for it. That she would drift under, safe and warm and content in his arms.

Gently, he drew her into the bathroom, her favorite room in the apartment. The previous owners had knocked out a wall, turned the small second bedroom into a closet, and used part of that space to make room for a steam shower and an oversize whirlpool tub. The day they’d moved in, Jane had told him this bathroom was a little slice of heaven.

He turned the water on, cranking up the heat the way he knew she liked it, then he stood her on the dense, white rug that filled most of the space.

“Are you tending me?” Her voice was as teasing as her expression, and it was all he could do not to gather her close and sigh with contentment. Yes, he knew she was still aching and sore. No, they didn’t know who her attacker was. Yes, her birth father was locked in a cell, and Dallas was the one keeping him there.

But none of that mattered. Not then. All he cared about—all he could hold in his head—was Jane. That she was alive. That she was his.

That she’d come back to him.

“Damn right I’m tending you. Now put your hands up,” he added with mock sternness.

She complied, and he peeled off her scrub top, delighted to find that she wore nothing beneath it. Her breasts were perfect, round and firm, and as he watched, her nipples tightened and her areolae puckered. He wanted to roll her nipples between his fingers. He wanted to taste her breasts and feel her arch back and moan, her tits hard and hot in his hands as he licked and sucked, taking her so far that she came in his arms simply from the pressure of the desire building between her legs.

Not now. Not yet.

Instead, he met her eyes. Then he lowered his gaze to her chest, watching it rise and fall as her desire heightened to match his. Her pulse quickened in her throat, another spot that he wanted to lick and tease.

Slowly, he reached for the drawstring of her pants. His fingers brushed her abdomen as he did, the touch so light it was almost negligible. It was enough, though, and he felt the shock of that connection all the way down to his cock. He was rock hard and straining against his jeans. And when her pants slid over her hips to the floor—when she stood before him completely naked—he had to fight the battle of his life not to step forward, slide his hand between her thighs, and feel the creamy heat of her arousal.

Instead, he simply stood and stared and wanted, his gaze caressing her. Reviewing every curve, every nuance. He knew her body as well as he knew his own, and the bruises he saw on her thighs and hips started a slow burn inside him.

He was going to kill whoever did this. No doubt. No question.

 

About J. Kenner

J. Kenner spent more than ten years as a litigator in Southern California and Central Texas, using her rare free time to indulge her passion for writing. California born, she now lives—and writes—in Texas, with her husband and daughters.


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Review: Hottest Mess by J Kenner

Review: Hottest Mess by J KennerHottest Mess by J. Kenner
Series: S.I.N. #2
Published by Bantam July 12, 2016
Genres: Romantic Suspense, Erotica
Pages: 288
Format: ARC
Source: Copy for Honest Review
Also in this series: Dirtiest Secrets
Also by this author: Say My Name
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No one can know about our love—and hiding only makes it hotter.

Dallas Sykes has a reputation. He is known for his parties, his money, and the countless women on his arm. Yet the Dallas I know is a different man—darker, smarter, and unbearably sexy. Just one look from him can leave me breathless; the anticipation of his touch can make me lose control.

Inextricably bound by our past, we keep each other’s secrets. And while there are people who have the power to hurt us, it’s the truth that threatens us most of all.

Dallas can be mine only behind closed doors, our passion as searing as it is forbidden. Yet nothing in this world has ever felt so desperately, deliciously right.

You know how the music industry has a sophomore album slump? I’m starting to believe book series do as well. At least for the series I’ve been reading. I really, really enjoyed the first book in the S.I.N. series, Dirtiest Secret. It took a new take on a hero and I was absolutely intrigued by Dallas’ problems and by the dark and secret past he and his sister Jane shared.

I gotta say though, Hottest Mess let me down. Or, more accurately, Jane let me down.

I don’t recall having any real ill feelings towards Jane in the first book but she drove me batshit crazy in this one. Her emotions and sentiments were all over the place. One minute saying Dallas could do nothing to lose her but a few pages later she’s walking out on him. This was not an isolated event, she walks out on him a lot. Of course, never when he’s promising her orgasms.  Which was another problem I had with her. She says the relationship is not all about sex, but really – in this book – it so totally was. It’s sex and more sex and more sex, then some fighting, her walking away, him following, more sex, some more sex, more fighting, rinse and repeat.

I couldn’t deal with Jane and it drove me nuts that Dallas would appease her.

HOWEVER, I’m still completely invested in the other, non-romance, aspect of this series. It hardly progressed in Hottest Mess, but the ending was very promising. I still loved the first book and I will absolutely read the third. Though, my fingers are crossed for less orgasms and more grown up talking.

 

About J. Kenner

J. Kenner spent more than ten years as a litigator in Southern California and Central Texas, using her rare free time to indulge her passion for writing. California born, she now lives—and writes—in Texas, with her husband and daughters.


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Review: Dirtiest Secrets by J. Kenner

Review: Dirtiest Secrets by J. KennerDirtiest Secrets by J. Kenner
Series: S.I.N. #1
Published by Bantam April 19, 2016
Genres: Romantic Suspense, Erotica
Pages: 320
Format: ARC
Source: Copy for Honest Review
Also in this series: Hottest Mess
Also by this author: Say My Name
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It was wrong for us to be together, but it was even harder to be apart.

The memory of Dallas Sykes burns inside of me.

Everyone knows him as a notorious playboy, a man for whom women and money are no object. But to me, he’s still the one man I desperately crave—yet the one I can never have.

Dallas knows me better than anyone else. We bear the same scars, the same darkness in our past. I thought I could move on by staying away, but now that we’re drawn together once more, I can’t fight the force of our attraction or the temptation to make him mine.

We’ve tried to maintain control, not letting ourselves give in to desire. And for so long we’ve told ourselves no—but now it’s finally time to say yes.

Dirtiest Secret is intended for mature audiences.

Dirtiest Secrets surprised the hell out of me. In the best of ways. Based off the synopsis, I was expecting a forbidden romance and I absolutely got that.  But in no way did I see it being forbidden for the reasons it is.

Vague much? Well, yeah…only because I don’t want to spoil anything about this book.  I want you to be able to experience the same thrills I did. Go in blind people, you won’t regret it!

I can say this much, though.

Kenner wrote Dallas in such a way that you are enthralled with his character from the first page he graces. He’s sexy and extremely controlling but not quite what you think he is. While the story begins with a very steamy scene, don’t take that as the overall theme of this one. It is sexy, it is not erotica.

When Jane enters, the story immediately becomes so much more.  It’s complex, it’s heartbreaking, it’s exciting, it’s multi-faceted.  Kenner gives well placed flash backs into Jane and Dallas’ past, giving insight into their strangled relationship, yet it never overpowers the current day tale.

If you’re a fan of romantic suspense but like it steamy as well, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed with Dirtiest Secrets.  There is a great balance between the characters, the intrigue and the romance. I’m very excited for more!

About J. Kenner

J. Kenner spent more than ten years as a litigator in Southern California and Central Texas, using her rare free time to indulge her passion for writing. California born, she now lives—and writes—in Texas, with her husband and daughters.


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The DNF Journals: On My Knees by J. Kenner

The DNF Journals: On My Knees by J. KennerOn My Knees by J. Kenner
Series: Stark International #2
Published by Bantam June 23, 2015
Genres: Erotica
Pages: 320
Format: ARC
Source: Copy for Honest Review
Also in this series: Say My Name
Also by this author: Say My Name
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Jackson Steele and Sylvia Brooks continue to thrill in the second novel of a scintillating, emotionally charged new trilogy that returns to the world of J. Kenner’s beloved Stark novels: Release Me, Claim Me, and Complete Me.

I never thought I’d lose control, but his desire took me right to the edge.

Powerful, ambitious, and devastatingly sexy, Jackson Steele was unlike any other man I’d ever known. He went after what he wanted with his whole mind, body, and soul—and I was the woman in his sights. One touch and I surrendered, one night together and I was undone.

Jackson and I had secrets, dark pieces of our pasts that threatened to swallow us both. We couldn’t outrun our demons, or the people trying to tear us apart. But in our passion we found salvation, and in each other’s arms we found release.

I was scared to trust Jackson fully, to finally let go. Yet no matter the dangers that lay ahead, I knew I was his—and now that we’ve laid claim, there’s no more holding back.

On My Knees is intended for mature audiences.

DNF’d at 41%.

 
I did not set On My Knees aside lightly.  I really liked the first book of the series, Say My Name, you can see my review >>here<<.
 
It’s not the core story that made me give up on this book. It was the lack of the core story being addressed.  At 41%, I felt like it had barely been touched on. Instead of getting to the intrigue and the twists, it is just Jackson and Sylvia going at it like rabbits.
 
I didn’t go back and count, but in what was all of about a day in the story, it felt like they had fucked about eight times. I bow to their libidos and stamina.
 
I get it. This is an erotic romance. It’s supposed to have a lot of sex. I’m not naive to that and have enjoyed all of Kenner’s previous titles that I’ve opened. I just wanted to get to the story. 

 

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About J. Kenner

J. Kenner spent more than ten years as a litigator in Southern California and Central Texas, using her rare free time to indulge her passion for writing. California born, she now lives—and writes—in Texas, with her husband and daughters.


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Review: Say My Name by J. Kenner

Review: Say My Name by J. KennerSay My Name by J. Kenner
Series: Stark International #1
Published by Bantam April 7, 2015
Genres: Erotica
Pages: 336
Format: ARC
Source: Copy for Honest Review
Also in this series: On My Knees
Also by this author: On My Knees
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New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner kicks off a smoking hot, emotionally compelling new erotic trilogy that returns to the world of her beloved Stark novels: Release Me, Claim Me, and Complete Me. Say My Name features Jackson Steele, a strong-willed man who goes after what he wants, and Sylvia Brooks, a disciplined woman who’s hard to get—and exactly who Jackson needs.

I never let anyone get too close—but he’s the only man who’s ever made me feel alive.

Meeting Jackson Steele was a shock to my senses. Confident and commanding, he could take charge of any room . . . or any woman. And Jackson wanted me. The mere sight of him took my breath away, and his touch made me break all my rules.

Our bond was immediate, our passion untamed. I wanted to surrender completely to his kiss, but I couldn’t risk his knowing the truth about my past. Yet Jackson carried secrets too, and in our desire we found our escape, pushing our boundaries as far as they could go.

Learning to trust is never easy. In my mind, I knew I should run. But in my heart, I never felt a fire this strong—and it could either save me or scorch me forever.

Say My Name is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences.

 

I have to say, I loved being back in the Stark world.  Say My Name has so many of the elements that made us fall in love with Damien and Nikki, with just a slightly darker feel.
 
Sylvia Brooks has demons. Demons she never dealt with. Demons that have shaped the course of her life and kept her in a constant state of running from true intimacy.  Never more so than when she ran from the man she believed could be the love of her life.
 
Now Jackson is back in her life, as the career life line she desperately needs. But Jackson isn’t the man she fell for all those years ago. He’s hard, cold and determined.
 
Jackson starts off Say My Name as noting more than an infuriating, controlling asshole.  I was not a fan, but that changed quickly and I found myself very intrigued, yet still a bit wary of the man. On the other hand, I found myself really liking Sylvia at first but had a couple moments of pause with her.
 
She was so determined at certain points to stay closed off, she ran across the country to keep from getting to close to Jackson after all. Yet, only a small push from him had her spilling so many of the things she had been previously terrified to reveal.  I would have bought into more of a struggle or fight there.
 
What I really loved was the battle of wills between the two. They both deeply struggle for control of all things and the tug-of-war that happens there was steamy, passionate and at times, heartbreaking.
 
In Kenner style, the story unravels in such small measures but all those little things that she peels away, are so hugely integral to the story as a whole. I found myself constantly trying to work out the characters, the reasons for their actions, where the story was going next.  Even though some of those clues made reveals fairly easy to guess, the story never suffered for that.  You become engrossed in these peoples lives and lies and secrets, making it difficult to set the book down.
 
There isn’t a real resolution at the end of this story, yet there isn’t someone dangling at the edge of a cliff either. There is, however, still some large issues and secrets to untangle and I, for one, am excited to read more in On My Knees, due June 23, 2015.

 

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About J. Kenner

J. Kenner spent more than ten years as a litigator in Southern California and Central Texas, using her rare free time to indulge her passion for writing. California born, she now lives—and writes—in Texas, with her husband and daughters.


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