Review & Excerpt Tour for Wicker DIrty by: J. Kenner
bad isn’t good enough…
the outside, Lyle Tarpin is a clean-cut Hollywood actor whose star is on the
rise. Inside, he’s battling his own demons, shunning relationships and finding
solace in the arms of a string of anonymous women paid very well for their
when he’s photographed in a compromising position by an over-eager reporter,
the only way to save his career is to say that the woman he was with is his
fiancée. And now Lyle has to play a very public game with the only woman who’s
ever managed to get under his skin. Struggling
waitress Sugar Laine agrees to spend one night with Lyle—but only because she’s
desperate to save her family home. She never expects that a night of passion
will turn into a pretend engagement … or that the heat between them will
blossom into love. But
sometimes love has a price.
now the only question is—can Lyle and Sugar afford to pay it?
pounds through my body, my heart beating so hard that I can feel the pressure
not only against my ribs, but against the wall behind me. My lips are parted,
my breath coming in shaky gasps.
only inches away, so close I could reach out and touch that famous, gorgeous
face. His eyes, as deep and blue as the summer sky, roam over me. He eases
closer, moving slowly, his face reflecting a hunger that sends shivers through
again, my mind conjures the image of a hungry wolf. Only now I’m thinking that
maybe getting eaten wouldn’t be so bad after all.
I’m here. Might as well enjoy it.
course, I remember exactly what it is.
fingertip brushes my forehead, and I almost jump out of my skin. I meet his
eyes, see something that looks like irritation, and want to kick myself. I need
to focus, dammit.
were somewhere else.” He speaks flatly, as if he’s working to keep all emotion
my head, conjuring a lie. “I’m right here.” And then, because I’ve seen movies
with call girls, I put my hand flat on his chest, trying to seem seductive.
He’s wearing a gray T-shirt, and I can feel his heart beating beneath the
planes of his muscled chest.
somewhere that he was getting in shape to play a superhero in an upcoming
movie. And kudos to whoever’s orchestrating that transformation, because this
guy is rock solid.
still looking at me, and I fist my hand in the material of his shirt, needing
an anchor against the storm of emotion I see playing out on his face. Desire.
Hunger. Longing. Regret.
pain. I see so much damn pain that I have to fight the urge to cup my palm
against his cheek and tell him that whatever it is, it’s going to be okay.
I simply whisper, “Lyle?”
sure if it was the wrong thing or the right thing to say, but I know that it
was unexpected. And before I can apologize or cover or say anything else at
all, he is on me. One hand at my throat, the other hard on my breast. I’m
pinned against the wall, helpless, as he claims my mouth again. Wildly.
I try to
think what I’m supposed to do—try to respond. But I’m trapped. I’m not Sugar.
I’m not Laine. I’m not anyone. This isn’t about sex. It’s about pain and need
and that storm of horrors I saw on his face. I might as well not even be here.
And as his hand squeezes tight on my breast—as his mouth clashes so hard
against mine that he draws blood—my only thought is that I shouldn’t have come
at all. That this was stupid. Foolish. And that this night is going to leave me
squeeze my eyes shut, trying to be what he wants. A warm body. An anonymous
can’t do it. I can’t do it at all.
can be is me. A woman desperate enough to have sex for
money. A girl trying anything and everything to save her house. To protect her
I can be
can’t be nothing. I can’t be no one.
his hand tightens in my hair—as he kisses me violently—as his body presses hard
against mine and I feel the steel of his erection—I know that I’ve made a
terrible, horrible, awful mistake.
About the Author
J.Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times,
USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International
bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a
variety of genres.
Though known primarily for her
award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the
Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York
Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a
variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit”
suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit.
JK has been praised by Publishers
Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations”
and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive,
dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for
Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first
RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel,
Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as
Julie Kenner) is currently in development with
Her books have sold over three
million copies and are published in over twenty languages.
In her previous career as an
attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and
practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los
Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently
lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic