Title: DEBT
I don’t know what I was thinking when I hired someone to attack me. Maybe I was bored, or lonely, or there was a void so deep inside of me that I needed something explosive to fill it.
It was supposed to be safe. A thrill. A way to break through the monotony of everyday life. It was an illusion of danger that I could walk away from as soon as it was over.
Except that it wasn’t. Because I had been in danger long before I ever invited it into my life.
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My mission is almost complete. The bubbling boil of vengeance that heats my blood might finally simmer.
She is the last piece of the puzzle. Once I destroy her, everyone who ever hurt me will have paid their debt.
It was supposed to be quick and easy, but as soon as I met her it got complicated.
Very complicated.
“Please, dance with me,” I beg in a mewl.
His hand threads through my hair, the other grabs my ass and pulls me up and against his thigh, applying more pressure against him.
Brick by brick.
And we move in sync: slow, rhythmic grinding. Eye to eye. Lids barely parted. Sweat beading. Low moans vanish into the air. The deafening music drowns out any conflicted feelings that remain. He tugs my hair and extends my neck, grazing his teeth against my chin, the tip of his tongue awakening the sensitive nerve endings. His hand squeezes my half-exposed ass, and everything lights up. My nipples and clit, a partnership of arousal, tense in ecstasy as they stroke against the man who sets me on fire. He is also the only person who can put me out.
My moans grow louder, but they are drowned out in the safety of the music. And like the flashing lights in the club, I become ablaze with flickering energy, throwing my head back, arching my spine as he supports me, as he lets me use his body, his smell, his taste, his overpowering masculine energy to put out the blaze that he ignites inside of me.
I collapse onto him, grasping his shirt, taking in his smell, the warmth of his broad chest, completely lost in the sensory experience that is Tax. I smile as I burrow my face into his chest, drunk off the mixture of alcohol and lust.
Reckless. Irresponsible. Dirty. Dangerous. Exhilarating. Erotic. Wild. Euphoric.
How can one thing be all of those?
How can peering into the gutter of my soul feel like I just touched heaven?
What in the effing hell did I just read? And why do I suddenly feel the need to go to confessional? But the better question is, why in the fucking hell did I like it?!
The quote above describes the book perfectly, because it truly is ALL of those things.
Reckless.
Irresponsible.
Dirty.
Dangerous.
Exhilarating.
Erotic.
Wild.
Euphoric.
And most importantly Dirty (it’s worth listing it twice)
I can say that this book is certainly not for everyone. It’s just one fuck shy of being depraved. Luckily my sanity is long gone and my ovaries are steel plated, so this was right up my pervy little alley.
Mia is a good girl…well mostly anyway. She loves her job working at an adult toy company, but her own sex life has been sorely lacking lately. So when her best friend tells her about the most thrilling and erotic sex she’s ever had just so happened to come from a service in the form of a ‘rape fantasy’ she wants to be disgusted…and yet she can’t help but be incredibly intrigued at the same time. A hot and sexy stranger, a safe word that makes it all stop should you chose, and the promise of the hottest sex she’s ever had proves too alluring to resist. But nothing prepares her for the man that shows up to ‘attack her’
Tax Draconi is a debt collector and Mia is the last name on his list of people to pay.
Now I have to tell you, some of the scenes that take place in this book? Even the seasoned pervert in me was almost screaming
Because it is one step away from being borderline rapey…and yet it wasn’t. But it was certainly…dirty. Very, very, VERY dirty.
My advice if you chose to read this is to slightly suspend your disbelief. The interesting thing is I couldn’t find it in me to care that some of the things that I read here would usually bother me in any other books. Which definitely goes to say something…and I’d rather not think on that right now LOL.
But the premise of the book is much darker and a whole lot more than the dirtyness of it.
Tax targets Mia for a very specific reason. A reason that has everything to do with their shared past and a past that she has no recollection of.
The story is told in alternating flashbacks of present to past and slowly trickle feeds the reader details, little by little, until you start putting together all the puzzle peaces. Tax’s history is absolutely gut wrenching. This is no sunshine and unicorns type of book. It’s DARK and it’s all kinds of fucked up.
I wish I can give you more of the plot, but I simply can’t. That blurb is vague, and that’s all you should know going in.
I had a hard time understanding Mia’s almost instantaneous connection to Tax, especially given some of the things that he makes her do. I have to say some were almost too tough to swallow…even for me. And yet her lust for him was always unwavering. Now taking into consideration their “past”, it did make a little more sense to me by the end.
I have to say that I could have gone without one very particular scene: (view spoiler)[I don’t want to even read the word ‘tampon’ in my book, especially a sex scene that starts off with the pulling of one out. Euuuwie. No spanks (hide spoiler)]
But aside from that, I couldn’t put this one down. As much as I thought I had an idea about where this book would go, the constant twists and turns kept me on my toes until the very end. And then that end! Holy freaking shit! The feels! The feels, I tell ya! Damn.
This was my first Nina G. Jones book, but I can definitely tell you that she’s found a new fan in me.
Nina G. Jones is the author of the Strapped Series and Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel.
Her next novel, DEBT, is slated to be released in December 2014.
Nina currently resides in Milwaukee, WI with her husband and two fur babies. She will work for chocolate cake.
A take charge heroine that gives as good as she gets. 
I never believed in love. Mostly because love never believed in me enough to break through my shield. Why believe in something that’s never touched you?
Holy, sweet mother of AWESOME. Where has this series been all my life? It was 500+ pages of action packed, gritty, sexy, unputdownable awesome that I absolutely devoured. My nails are bit to shit, I’m running on about 2 hrs of sleep, and you know what? So. Totally. Worth. It. If you haven’t started this series yet, I’m not sure what you’re doing with your life.
After the set up for Logan’s book in 
It’s clear from just the first few pages that Logan is a very broken character. He’s already survived unspeakable horrors in his life, and his recent death and resurrection is just another notch to add to it. In the midst of all the turmoil that is already ever present in his head there is also the woman that got him killed in the first place; Calla, the Alexi warrior.
This was no insta-love or insta-lust case. Not even fucking close. Logan hates Calla and makes no bones about it. He also makes it pretty evident that he blames her for what happened. He’s cold, and callous, and utterly brutal to her. It was delicious. Because underneath all of that loathing is a undercurrent of unwanted lust. Keri Lake did a phenominal job working that in without making it too obvious. It truly makes the reader burn for this couple to finally figure that out themselves.
You want a tortured, dirty talking, and yet somehow endearingly vulnerable hero? Logan is all that and more. I love PNR, but as much of it as I’ve read through the years, some heroes tend to blend into one another. Not Logan or ANY of the Wrath brothers. Nope. These are alphas that I’ll be comparing all other alphas to.
In the midst of the romance you also have an incredibly action packed and fast paced story. The author has woven together an intricate world with unique characters and twists and turns that will leave you biting your nails and turning the pages well into the night. Holy shit it was awesome! The whole thing unfolded before me like a movie playing through my mind.
PNR was the genre that first got me into reading, it continues to be one of my favorites to this day. But finding a good PNR series lately has become like finding a needle in a haystack. But boy did I hit the fucking motherload when I found Keri Lake’s Sons of Wrath series.
Usually when I start a new PNR series, I have what I refer to as a case of the “book firsts”. What I mean is, it takes me a while to truly get into the book with all the character introductions and world building. Not here. Keri’s intricate and unique world building sucked me right in from the very beginning. I knew right away that that I had a new favorite series on my hands. And the Wrath brothers? Holy mother of FUCK, those boys are drool worthy and panty melting hot.
We’re introduced to an intricate world of ghouls, lycans, demons, and much more. Ayden definitely stands out above the rest with her no-ties, cold hearted and brutal tendencies. This is not a soft heroine in the very least. This woman kicks ass and makes no apologies. When she finds a recently bitten Lycan (Kane) writhing in pain, it should be an easy kill…except one touch gives her memories that may very well be her own. She has seven days before he makes a full turn and she’s forced to kill him to figure out just how this halfling ties into her old life.
I would also say that the romance was not really the center of this book, or at least it didn’t quite feel like that to me. But I couldn’t care in the least because between all the secondary characters and the world building, I was so thoroughly sucked in that I didn’t even bat an eyelash at it.
