Wicked Favor
The Wicked Horse Vegas (Book 1)
By Sawyer Bennett
Release Day June 5th, 2017
Self-Published
Tour Host: InkSlinger PR
Source: ARC provided by author

New York Times bestselling
author, Sawyer Bennett, is happy to introduce a new Wicked Horse club in Las
Vegas and you’re cordially invited to attend the grand opening...
As the owner of The Wicked
Horse, an elite sex club located along the Vegas Strip, Jerico Jameson never
spends the night alone. Gorgeous, ripped, and totally alpha, Jerico doesn’t
grant favors and will rarely give you the time of day—unless he wants you in
his bed. So when the sister of his sworn enemy shows up asking for help, saying
no should be easy. But when Jerico takes one look at her and sees an
opportunity to help this beautiful woman while exacting revenge on her brother,
he’s not about to pass that up.
Beaten and bruised, Trista
Barnes is running out of options, and Jerico is her last chance to get out of
the mess she’s in. She doesn’t know why Jerico despises her brother so much,
but as long as he can help her, she doesn’t care. Jerico offers her safety
while opening her up to a sinful world she never knew existed.
As she succumbs to Jerico’s
erotic charm, Trista lets herself fall into the wicked world of guilt free
pleasure with no regrets. Under his strong alpha hand, she blooms, and so does
Jerico’s possessiveness. But what happens when Trista finds out she was a pawn
in Jerico’s game all along, and that the price for his favor was steeper than
she ever imagined – her heart.
*ARC provided by author, in exchange for an honest and unbiased review*
Jerico Jameson doesn't grant anyone favors, especially not the sister
of his enemy, but when he sees it as a way to extract revenge, he changes his
mind! Even if the girl is beaten and bruised. But soon it becomes much more
than hot sex and petty revenge, but has Jerico destroyed what could have been?
Oh My Goodness, this book has continued to haunt me days after I read
it! The writing is divine, the plot moreish and the characters! Wow!! I loved
how both Tricia and Jericos characters were developed; How Tricia was willing
to put her safety in the a man she didn't know. Though I will say I wanted to
throw something a Jerico half the time.
I'm thrilled to be reading another divine Sawyer Bennett book! This
delicious nugget is called Wicked Favor…and it sure is wicked! But the author
is not just an talented romance writer! No! she is a true leader in the steamy
world of contemporary erotic romance! It honestly doesn't matter if it’s a
sports based story, like her Cold Fury series, or this new sex club series, she
never fails to make the reading experience enjoyable, thrilling and simply
HOT!!
I give Wicked Favor 5 Stars
She pops her head in first and gives
me a tentative smile. “You busy?”
“Not at all,” I tell her as I wave
her in.
She disappears for a moment, and
then opens the door wider. I see she’s carrying a large, plastic container that’s
dome shaped and has a handle on top. My eyes only flick to it briefly before
coming back to her. She’s much better to look at.
Shutting the door behind her, she
walks up to my desk with a goofy grin on her face and sets the plastic
container in front of me. I look down at it, and then up to her. “What’s that?”
“Something I made for you this
morning,” she says, unlocking the tabs at the bottom. She lifts the dome top
off, and I’m staring at a cake in front of me.
Slowly, I look back up to her. “You
made me a cake?”
“Not just any cake,” she says while
wagging a finger at me. “A four-layer, homemade red velvet cake with whipped
mascarpone icing.”
“Jesus,” I mutter as I look at the
cake, wondering what this weird squeezing sensation is in my chest. When I look
back up to her, I have to ask her again, “You made that just for me?”
“Just for you,” she says with satisfaction
all over her face. “You said it was your favorite, and I had some time this
morning after pancakes.”
I push out of my chair and wave a
hand at the cake. “You just happened to have all these ingredients, huh? You
routinely use something as odd as mascarpone?”
Her grin turns mischievous as she
shrugs. “Well, I may have had to go to the grocery store for a few things.”
Jesus fuck. I can’t believe she did
that for me.
My mind races over the years, and I
can’t remember anyone doing something so randomly nice for me. So spontaneous
and with the sole intention of doing it to please me.
Picking up the cake, I round the
desk and head for the side door that connects to my kitchen. “Let’s take this
next door.”
I don’t miss the disgruntled
expression on Trista’s face as she clearly expected me to act differently. I’m
sure she was thinking I’d be a bit more effusive in my praise, and I intend to
be.
Just… in my apartment.
She follows me through the door as I
balance the cake on my hand. I immediately lay it down on my kitchen counter
and spin around just as she’s walking through the door, taking her face in my
hands and walking right into her. My mouth hits hers. She gives a huff of
surprise as I turn slightly and back her into the refrigerator. Angling my
head, I kiss her deeply. It’s possible because she angles hers the other way,
opening her mouth to give me entrance.
Yes, it’s a deep kiss, but it’s not
sexual. It’s a show of unbridled happiness that makes me feel like a kid, or
perhaps it’s gratitude that Trista perhaps thinks this is something other than “just
sex”.
When I pull away, Trista’s cheeks
are pink and she’s slightly panting. She whispers breathlessly to me, “I should
make you cake more often.”
The grin that breaks wide is my
answer, followed by another swift kiss. Then I’m turning away from her and
grabbing a fork out of my drawer. Without any pomp, and certainly no
circumstance to wait for a plate, I punch my fork down into the top of the cake
and pull a huge chunk out.
“Oh, my God.” Trista giggles as she
comes to stand beside me at the counter. I angle toward her as I bring the fork
to my lips, open my mouth wide, and shove the cake in. Cheeks bulging and the
taste of rich cake and lightly sweet, tangy frosting coating my tongue, I groan
in satisfaction. Our eyes stay locked as I chew and chew and chew, and finally
swallow the heaven in my mouth. Trista’s eyes are sparkling with humor and a
bit of pride.
“Good?” she asks.
I give a swipe of my tongue over my
bottom lip to catch some stray frosting there. “It’s amazing. Thank you.”
She beams a brilliant smile as she
sets the cake carrier on the counter and turns toward the door that leads back
into my office. “You’re welcome. Now… I’ve got to get going.”
“Wait,” I say as I snag her arm and
turn her back to me. “You just got here.”
“And my work is done,” she says
impishly, going to her tiptoes to give me a quick kiss. “I’m meeting Mom and
Corinne for lunch, and I’ve got to get going.”
Well,
there goes all thought of spending my afternoon with Trista in bed rather than
golfing.
But I’d never begrudge her time with
Jolene and Corinne. Their unity right now is extremely important. I do pull her
into me and wrap my arms around her waist after throwing the fork into the
sink. Trista’s hands come to my chest as she looks up at me curiously.
“Take the night off,” I tell her
softly and I have to admit, the way her eyes go warm makes me feel fucking
really good. “Make it an entire day and night thing with Corinne, okay?”
“Really?” she asks with sweetest
type of surprise in her eyes.
“Yeah,” I murmur as I tighten my
arms around her. “I’ll keep myself occupied with the cake tonight.”
Her lips quirking, she gets a
playful look in her eyes. “We could… um… FaceTime each other later.”
My eyebrows rise with interest, but
I play a little stupid. “FaceTime?”
“Naked. FaceTime.” She annunciates
each word slowly, and my dick perks up at this suggestion.
And for a man who has done about
every dirty thing imaginable, it hits me hard that this is something new.
Something I’ve never done with another woman and now, I’m glad she’s not coming
so I can have something new and unique just with Trista.
“What time might you be calling me?”
I ask in a husky voice.
“Be ready around eleven,” she says,
pressing into me. “Clothing is optional.”
“Wrong,” I tell her with a
shake of my head. “Naked is mandatory.”
A reformed trial
lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create
relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult
to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about
everyone.
Sawyer likes her
Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the
two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur,
stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well
as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of
others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a
combination of the two.
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