Friday, March 21, 2014

Review of His To Posess by Opal Carew

Title: His to Possess
Author: Opal Carew
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Length: 257 pages
Release Date: March 18, 2014

First published as a six-part erotic serial, His to Possess is the intoxicating tale of a woman torn between a dominant billionaire and a tattooed, bad boy rock musician. Now available for the first time as a complete book, this edition features sizzling new bonus material.

Jessica’s life was in ruins…until she met him.

Standing in the rain feeling lost in a new city, with no job and no prospects, she’s about to give up. Until Dane Rainier pulls up in his limo and offers her a ride—and sweeps her into the life of her dreams. Now she has a high-powered job and is having the best sex of her life, exploring her submissive side under the masterful hand of a gorgeous billionaire.

But there’s a part of her that’s still holding back. Because the truth is, she’s never gotten over her ex-boyfriend Storm. A heavily muscled, motorcycle-riding rock musician, Storm couldn’t be any more different from Dane… and she just can’t get him out of her head.

Now Storm is about to reappear and turn her whole world upside down. Both Dane and Storm make her body burn to be possessed, but will her indecisive heart cost her the love of both men?

The Seduction

Jessica watched the busy traffic and streams of people passing by the window as she took a last sip of coffee, then set the empty mug on the table. One man crossing the street toward her caught her eye. There was something familiar about his face, but she couldn’t get a good look at him to figure out why.
She pulled her wallet from her purse and placed her credit card on the bill the waitress had left on a plastic tray on the table. Eating at this little restaurant a block from her hotel had definitely been a good idea. The food here was much cheaper than at the hotel restaurant and this trip to Philadelphia was already straining her budget. Coming here for the big career fair was worth the risk, though.
The waitress came by and picked up her card. As Jessica waited for her to return, she continued watching the men and women rushing by in business attire, trying to catch sight of the man again.
Self-consciously, she reached behind her head and checked her hair, which was coiled and held up with a clip. She didn’t usually wear her long, black hair up, but she felt it looked more professional this way. The same with her smart charcoal gray suit and white blouse. Not her usual attire, since the environment at her cousin Sally’s company, where Jessica had last worked, had been pretty casual and everyone who worked there normally wore jeans to the office. Thank heavens for credit cards.
She glanced at her watch, and her stomach churned. She had to get going. The waitress returned with her card and Jessica signed the slip and tucked the receipt into her wallet. As she slipped on her coat, she noticed the man again, this time buying a newspaper from a newsstand just outside. She froze when she realized why this man had drawn her attention.
It was Storm.
This man, in his expensive-looking, tailored suit, his dark hair in a short and stylish cut, was the opposite of the Storm she knew. Her Storm had spiky hair and was typically in comfortable jeans and a skin-tight tank top that showed off his muscles and tattoos, with a black leather jacket at the ready for when he hopped on his big, sleek Harley. He was a guitarist in her brother’s rock band, and he wouldn’t be caught dead in business attire.
She watched this suited man as he tucked the paper under his arm and started walking down the street. That was definitely Storm’s face. She gathered her purse and briefcase from the chair beside her and stood up. What was Storm doing here? And dressed like that?
She hadn’t seen him in over a month. Not since the night he’d walked out on her.
Everything had been so good between them before that. Her heartbeat sped up at the memory. It had been better than good. All the women in town had been gaga over him, but he’d only had eyes for her. Hot, incredibly sexy eyes. She almost giggled at the memory. He was so tall, sexy, and macho. He could have had any woman he wanted, but he’d chosen her. He’d always made her melt inside every time he looked at her with that bad boy smile, and those smoldering, love-filled eyes.
At least, she’d thought it had been love, but clearly she’d been wrong. He’d up and left her life as abruptly as he’d entered it six months earlier, leaving her heartbroken and lonely.
She strolled to the door of the restaurant and stepped outside into the cool air. The sky was overcast and she hoped the rain would hold off until she was inside the career fair.
She noticed Storm was now in the crowd of people waiting at the light on the next block. The light turned green and he crossed.
Why was he here in Philadelphia?
Was it possible he’d come here looking for her? Maybe her mom had told him she was here and he’d come looking for her to tell her he couldn’t live without her.
But surely Mom wouldn’t do that.
It was a far-fetched thought anyway, because right now he and the band should be traveling through California. But she couldn’t think of any other reason why Storm would be in Philadelphia. And he was walking in the direction of her hotel.
Her heart swelled at the thought that he still loved her. She longed to be in his arms again. His hard, muscular body pressed tight to hers. His big, strong arms around her.
Oh, God, she’d missed him. Dreamt of him night after night, waking up quivering with need.
She glanced at her watch. She could grab a cab to the career fair, which would get her there fairly quickly. That way, a short detour shouldn’t make her late. She hurried across the street after him. He turned into a Starbucks. Perfect. She could go in and just casually run into him. No biggie. Just two old friends happening across each other in a new city.
She opened the door and hurried inside, then glanced around and saw him at the counter placing his order.
Her heart fluttered. She knew that if he turned and gave her that heart-melting smile of his, then told her he wanted her back, she’d throw herself into his arms and kiss him like crazy. Then she would probably drag him back to her hotel room.
A smile curled her lips. Why kid herself? If he was here to win her back—and why else would he be here?—she would welcome him with open arms.
She drew back her shoulders and marched toward him.
“Storm,” she said as casually as she could manage.
He poured cream into his coffee, then opened a sugar packet, totally ignoring her.
She stepped closer. “Storm.”
He glanced toward her and her heart stopped. Oh, God, that’s not Storm.
Her cheeks heated as she stared at the complete stranger.
A stranger who was every bit as handsome as Storm. Electricity sizzled through her as his piercing blue eyes locked on her. Those eyes were darker than Storm’s, but with the same navy ring around the rim. And his dark brown hair, though cut much shorter than Storm’s, was the same glossy texture and color. In fact, their features were strikingly similar, which was why she’d mistaken this man for Storm in the first place.
His eyebrows arched. “Excuse me?” he said, in a deep masculine voice.
“Oh, um…” She drew in a shaky breath. “I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”
He smiled. “Are you meeting this someone here?”
“Oh, no. I’m from out of town and I thought … you just look like someone I know.”
“So you were hoping for a friendly face.”
The warmth in his eyes, lit up by that debonair smile of his, stirred something deep inside her. She imagined this man asking her to join him for coffee, then them talking … and him inviting her to dinner, and that leading to …
She swallowed. “Um, I just wanted to say hello. I mean, to Storm. Not you.” Oh, damn, now she sounded rude.
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and all she could think of was getting out of here. Away from this man’s speculative gaze.
This sexy, drop-dead gorgeous man.
“Would you like to join me for a coffee?” he asked.
Panic welled up in her as she realized she was actually considering accepting. Did she really want this stranger to pick her up?
She glanced at her watch. “Sorry, I have to be somewhere. Um … good-bye.” With that she turned and raced out of the shop, her face still burning.
* * *
Dane watched the lovely woman scurry out the door as if she were escaping a predator.
Lightning flashed outside and what had started as a light rain now streamed down the window panes. He liked to walk to the office in the morning, but he drew the line at getting soaked. He picked up his coffee and sat down at one of the tables, then pulled out his cell phone. Outside he could see the lovely stranger trying to hail a cab. He smiled as he watched her timid attempts. Not even stepping off the sidewalk and making a pitiful little hand gesture toward the street. She’d never get a cab that way.
* * *
Jessica stuck out her hand as a cab drove past, but it didn’t stop. Being from a small town, she wasn’t used to hailing cabs, but she’d watched others doing it and it seemed simple enough. Most of the cabs that had driven by over the past few minutes had their top lights off, indicating they were unavailable. This one had its light on, but there were passengers inside, so maybe the driver had forgotten to turn it off. She tried to hail another, but it stopped for someone a little farther down the street. After several more failed attempts, she started to feel invisible.
The rain, which had begun as a drizzle, started coming down harder. Why hadn’t she thought to bring an umbrella? Water streamed down her hair.
She tried for another cab, and was pleased to see it pull up, but then a couple pushed past her and hopped inside. She stared at them, her mouth agape at their rudeness.
A black limousine pulled up and the back window glided down.
“Would you like a lift?” asked a familiar male voice. It was the man from the Starbucks.
Should she just climb into a limo with a stranger?
Water dribbled down her forehead and she wiped it away.
“Yes, thank you.”
* * *
Jessica settled into the leather seat beside the stranger who looked so much like Storm. The limo pulled smoothly into traffic.
“Where are you heading?” he asked.
She pulled the address from her purse and handed it to him.
“Jeff, we’ll be dropping the lady at the DoubleTree on Broad Street.”
“Yes, sir,” the chauffeur said, then closed the smoked glass partition.
This man must be pretty rich with his expensive suit and a chauffeur driving him around. The thought intimidated her a little.
She shifted in the seat, aware that she was dripping water all over the buttery leather seats.

I found it very interesting how Jessica met Dane.  Right smack in the middle of downtown Philadelphia, she approaches him thinking he is her old flame "Storm".  Same height, bone structure, dark hair and amazing blue eyes... but up close she is finally able to see it is not him.  This chance encounter triggers an attraction that will evolve into a full love affair.  This part of the story was both amusing and titillating. 

The plot twists and complications that arise as our story develops continued to entertain me and provided for a very interesting read.  Dane is a character with a dominant trait and he is out to show Jessica he can provide her what she has been lacking in her previous relationship.

I hesitate to say too much because I do not want to spoil the thrill of discovery for those of you who will read this story.  Just suffice that things develop to an impasse and decisions will have to be made that will alter several lives.  If you are of a sensitive nature, please be advised that a three-some will be involved here and this is erotica in the last sections of the book.

I found the book entertaining although I would have preferred a more creative ending.  The ending is OK but I was hoping things would have been resolved a little bit differently after the impasse between our characters.  For a dominant, I expected more from Dane at the end.  Nonetheless, if you are looking for an erotic romance to entertain you, this book is good.

About the Author

Hi. I'm Opal Carew, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. I write erotic romance for St. Martin's Press and Samhain Publishing, and I self-publish stories. I also write romance as Amber Carew.

So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a female character who is growing and evolving - questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. My stories usually include menage a trois. It is great fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes... or more.

These aren't women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation - something exciting and erotic - but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back - of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves - and we don't follow our hearts. These women push past that fear.To learn more about me and my books:

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