Sinful Rewards 4 by Cynthia Sax Review



Sinful Rewards 4
By: Cynthia Sax
Avon Romance


Four years ago, Bee Carter left her tiny hometown, escaping her tormentors. She concealed her tarnished reputation under a good-girl persona, hiding her history from Nicolas, her strong and silent billionaire; Hawke, her tattooed bad-boy biker; and Cyndi, her man-crazy best friend.
Today, she's returning home … and she's not alone. Some of her deepest, darkest secrets will be revealed. Trust will be tested. Clothing and inhibitions will be discarded. Bee and her hometown will never be the same.
When her past and her present collide, will any of Bee's relationships survive?


So this has to be my favorite Sinful Rewards so far! Cynthia Sax has knocked it out of the park on this one and I kneel at her talented feet and worship her for it! (Sorry, fan-girling).

Anyway, this book is 90% Bee and Hawke! And I loved every second of their time together. 



Anyway, on with the story, Bee need’s to go home to see her Mom and while running outside to catch her bus Hawke catches her instead. After telling her that he will never leave her forever, that he will always come back (seriously!!! how can you not LOVE this man!!!), Hawke takes her to the place of her torment…that right, her home town…aaggghhh!!!! As much as I want to tell you what happens (and I really do!), that would be a spoiler and I don’t do them. Needless to say, after the end of this book I really do become Hawke’s slave ;-) But don’t worry Nicolas fan’s, we do have a couple of encounters with him. I will have to say, that even though he is a jerk, you do start to see that venerable side to him. You also have moments with the stalker (I have my theories on who that is, but will keep them to myself for now) and Lona makes a business proposition to Bee!

I love this book, as normal Cynthia has written a fabulous book, smooth and gripping, now I am going to have to read and reread this book again and again until book 5 is released! So on to my scoring…10 out of 10! Delicious, gripping and I will never look at riding a motorcycle in the same way every again!
 




Silence stretches. I look upward. A tic of emotion pulses high on Hawke’s cheek, his eyes stormy and his body hard. He wants me to accept his lie, but I can’t believe in a man who has no reason to stay.
“Every time we part, you’ll think I’ve left you, won’t you?” he asks, his voice sinfully deep.
My fingers curl. “Why would you stay?” I counter. Why would anyone stay who had a choice?
Hawke grits his teeth. There’s another long pause. I brace myself for the pain that I know is coming. He’ll tell me I’m too much hassle for a one-night stand. Then he’ll ride out of the city and never return. I shouldn’t care. He’ll leave me eventually, and the timing shouldn’t make a difference. I cross my arms in front of my stomach, hugging my body, trying to protect my foolish heart.
“You’re gloriously stubborn, love.” Hawke sucks air through his teeth, holds the breath for four heart-pounding moments, and exhales. “Come here.” He slides his right hand into the front pocket of his faded blue jeans.
I step closer to him, curious.
 “I want you to keep these for me.” Hawke holds out his fist. A silver ball chain is wrapped around his scarred fingers.
 I extend my palm. His massive hand hovers above mine.
 I wait and wait and wait. Hawke doesn’t release the chain. I survey his savage countenance. His lips are flat. His jaw juts. He doesn’t want to do this.
“This isn’t necessary,” I tell him.
 “It is. You need this.” He opens his fist, dropping the ball chain and two dog tags into the palm of my hand, the metal warmed by his skin. Information—a Social Security number, the words “no preference,” USMC, and other letters—is embossed on the oval forms. I don’t recognize the first or last name.
 “Are these yours?” I ask. He shared that Hawke wasn’t his first name. Is Masters, the last name he gave me, not real either?
 “No, they’re not mine.” Hawke rubs the barbed wire tattoo encircling his right bicep, the vigorous motion reddening his arm.
 I tilt my head, studying him. Why would he give me someone else’s dog tags? Our gazes meet and lock and I inhale sharply, reading the answer in his pain-ravaged eyes. “They belonged to Rock, didn’t they?”
 “Yeah.”


USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, Sci-Fi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.

She lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

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