Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Eight Ways To Ecstasy Review by Jeanette Grey

Jeanette Grey
Eight Ways to Ecstasy

Art of Passion #2

Release Date: April 5, 2016


Kate Reid's whirlwind romance with billionaire playboy Rylan Bellamy complicated her life in ways she'd worked to avoid. She'd fallen hard for his flirtatious charm and given him the one thing no other man had: her trust. Just as Kate began to imagine a future with Rylan, everything fell apart. 
Now she's starting over in New York...but even the glittering streets of Manhattan can't erase the memory of Rylan knocking her off her feet and sweeping her into the most erotic, unforgettable week of her life.
It's been months, and Rylan still can't forget Kate. Months since he bared his soul at her feet. Months since he drove away the only woman to ever make him feel. Kate changed his world and now Rylan is determined to win her back-no matter what it takes. After crossing an ocean to reach her, he makes a deal with Kate: One more week, for one more chance. Now it's up to Rylan to show Kate all the ways they fit together . . . and prove that this player has met his perfect match. 

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This is book two in this series and normally I would say go ahead and read it right away but if you haven't read book one I would highly suggest you read that first to understand the complete story of these two characters. 

I'm going to try to do with without spoilers from either book but just in case some pop up you have been warned. Rylan is willing to do anything to gain Kate's heart and this time Kate is only giving him eight days to prove they are truly made for one another. Now that they are back in the big apple they live in two different worlds. While Kate is going to school and struggling to make it Rylan is the heir to the family business and money isn't an issue. 

Rylan doesn't have a easy time talking about his feelings but Kate wants him to open up to her so she can begin to trust him. Grey did an excellent job at creating these two characters and I really liked that this wasn't your typical billionaire story. 

In this story (compared to the first) we learn so much more about Rylan which made this story even better in my opinion. He might have been a playboy before Kate but the more time he spends with her you can see those days are definitely in the past. Kate tries to push him away but I just loved how he stayed and tried even harder to show that they were meant to be. 

There were times when I thought Kate must have been the stupidest girl in the world for wanting to push him away. I mean seriously who would push away a billionaire who is completely head over heels for you? Not me! *winks* Anyway sometimes she acted like she was trying but then again it was like okay I have this many more days to stick it out it was kinda of frustrating.  

Grey really did an excellent job and wrote some steamy yet connecting love scenes. Their romance wasn't awkward and the story kept interested on how it would finally play out. 

This book is definitely worth it to read and I loved how Grey truly gave them a second chance. I'm looking to reading more by this author and hoping to see these characters again at some point. Pick up books 1&2 today! 

About the Author:

Jeanette Grey started out with degrees in physics and painting, which she dutifully applied to stunted careers in teaching, technical support, and advertising. When she isn't writing, Jeanette enjoys making pottery, playing board games, and spending time with her husband and her pet frog. She lives, loves, and writes in upstate New York.
Grabbing for her, he pulled her in. She didn't melt into him so much as climb him, and he could have cried with the sweetness of it as he lifted her up. Got his hands on the curve of her ass through her skirt. Hoisting her onto the edge of the trunk, he devoured her mouth, all sharp, biting kisses, the faint taste of wine on her tongue and the rough tug of her fingers as they threaded through his hair. Their hips met, and he groaned aloud at the pressure against his cock. He'd been hard inside his jeans since the moment he'd gotten her pressed against the brick outside the gallery, and at this point he was ready to explode. 
Smoothing his hand down her thigh, he cupped her knee, urging it higher. He wanted her legs wrapped around him, her body open for him. She sounded as caught up in it as he was, her breath coming fast, mouth hot and her kisses tinged with the same desperation searing his veins.
Fuck, he could pull himself out right now. Ruck her skirt up and shove her panties to the side and be right there, pushing in. Taking her here in the open air, where anyone could see, on the damn trunk of this fucking car.
The way she said his name had him one step closer to doing it.
But then there was the sound of laughter. Someone in the street, or hell, maybe in one of the apartments looking down over this alley, and he tore himself away. He was better than this. She deserved better.
Their gazes met as his hands froze on her skin, hers going still on the back of his neck and in his hair. His throat bobbed, arousal turning his blood to molten need.
He shifted his glance to the car behind them before connecting with hers again. He raised one brow. One beat passed and then another, every line of him tense with the strain of holding on. Of not getting himself inside her right now.
She took a shuddering inhalation. And then, in the tightest of motions, she nodded.
Oh, thank God.
Reclaiming her mouth, he picked her up again, all fumbling motions as he got them around to the side of the car. He'd never been so grateful in his life for keyless entry as he was when he wrenched the back door open with one hand. He all but threw her down onto the leather seat. Chase's whole car was going to smell like sex by the time they were done, like the sweetness of her pussy and the tang of their shared sweat, and he couldn't wait. 
Tumbling in after her, it struck him—was this what it was like to be a normal teenager? Making out in a borrowed car and hoping no one walked by? The desperate rush, like there was nothing in the entire world more important than getting your hand up under a girl's skirt? This need?
His head thunked hard on the roof of the car as he twisted to pull the door shut behind them, and he swore aloud. She squeaked, barely managing to draw her foot back in time before it closed. Double-checking the doors were locked, he turned, and Jesus.
It was so cramped in here. He had one knee on the seat between the splay of her thighs, the other leg braced against the floor, his whole spine bent so he could fit, and she was scrunched up even worse. But it didn't matter. 
She was gorgeous. And for now at least, she was his.

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