BLOG TOUR ~ Only Trick by Jewel E. Ann
Meet Trick Roth in this roller coaster ride
of angst, suspense, & scorching hot HEAT?!
“Don’t Look Back in Anger”
In one night, I lost five years of my life. Here’s what I know …
I was homeless.
I’m a recovering drug addict.
My inked skin crawls from lustful eyes.
I have a serious aversion to women.
My gay partner is a home wrecker.
I own a gun and I’m a damn good shot.
I’m a makeup artist, but it’s an insult to my talent.
I’ve never wanted to possess anything except my Ducati … until I met Darby.
Now here’s what I know since that day in the ER when she pieced me back together … nothing—but a few random thoughts.
My new “friend” is distracting, clingy, and obsessed with acronyms, emojis, and
phrases like “breakfast soul mates.”
I didn’t want to like her, but she crawled under my skin and swallowed me whole. Now we’re best
friends and she’s my new addiction. I'd drink her from a shot glass,
snort her up my nose, or inject her into my veins if I could. What I won’t do … is ever tell her that.
She doesn’t know me … I don’t know me. When those missing years come back,
I think she will hate me … I think I will hate me.
My parents named me Patrick Roth, and this is my story.
“He’s a makeup artist Gemmie recommended. But he has not, nor ever will be ‘throwing his hat into
the ring.’”
“Married?” She grins as if the thought of me being someone’s mistress pleases her. It’s possible all
my living relatives are a bit twisted.
I shake my head and smirk. “No, Nana, he’s not married. He’s … gay.”
She throws her head back and slaps her hand against her chest in a fit of laughter. “Oh my goodness!”
“Why is his sexual preference so hysterical?”
“Oh dear…” she wipes the corners of her eyes “…it’s just you have the worst luck in love. When did you find out?”
I reach over and grab a tissue from the sofa table and hand it to her, rolling my eyes. Then I proceed
to tell her everything, not leaving out one single detail—including my magnetic attraction to him that shouldn’t be sexual but is.
“Well, dear, you’ve hit the jackpot.”
“What? How have you come to that conclusion from everything I’ve told you?”
“A guy friend who’s gay? I hear they’re every girl’s dream. Except, from the sounds of things, Trick needs to gay up a little more and stop confusing unsuspecting women.”
“Gay up? Who are you?”
She snaps her wrist at me. “I read the tabloids you know.”
“Yeah? Well then you should know that gay doesn’t have a look.”
“That’s the problem. You used to be able to tell by the ear piercing—right for gay left for straight. Or is it the other way around? Anyway, these days everything gets
pierced and so it becomes terribly confusing.”
Nana provides nonstop entertainment, and every time I come by to see her I chastise myself for not
doing it more often.
“We’re friends, period. And maybe you’re right. If he would ‘gay up’ a little more I might feel the
jackpot effect.”
“Yes, shopping, hair, makeup, and chick flicks without competing hormones or competing for the
same men.”
“Or wishing he weren’t gay,” I whisper to myself.
She tilts her head to the side, giving me a soft, sympathetic smile. “Or that too, dear.”
“Ahh!” I scream as the closet door opens. My heart explodes and I nearly wet myself. I shuffle my
feet against the floor, scooting as far in the corner as I can, hugging my knees to my chest.
“Come.”
I shake my head, holding my breath.
His lip twitches. Then, with what can only be described as a scene from a horror movie, he grabs my ankles and drags … he fucking drags me out of the closet. “Trick!”
Hoisting me over his shoulder, he smacks my ass so hard I yelp. “I’m thinking sofa.”
“Trick! Stop!” I scream, kicking and flailing as he carries me downstairs. As I pound my fists against his back, something catches my eyes. He has the ties to both my satin and terrycloth robes partially
tucked into the waistband of his shorts along with one of his belts.
OH SHIT!
He sets me down with my ass backed up to the sofa, my chest heaving, eyes wide.
“Do you love me?”
I swallow and nod.
“Do you trust me?”
My gaze falters.
“Darby?” He lifts my chin with his finger.
“Do. You. Trust. Me?”
Another swallow, another nod.
“Good.” He lifts my yoga top over my head, wetting his lips as he stares at my breasts. Then he pulls down my pants, leaving me naked. His lips skim up my legs, stopping at my sex, but all he does is
just breathe out causing my legs to pinch closer together. Then he inhales. Standing, he watches me—daring me to run again.
***ARC provided in exchange for an honest review - Jacquie / Scandalous Book Blog***
Trick and Derby meet one night in the Emergency room when she stitches his hand up and the sexual attraction is instant.
Next time they meets up he does her make up for fund raiser and tells her he’s gay and soon they are BFF. Both of them are tacking demons, he has a memory gap of five years after and accident, will his lost years ruin their relationship?
I’ve had this book sat on my kndle for a few weeks but to be honest didn’t really fancy after reading
the blurb, also this is my first book from this author and didn’t know what to expect.
OMG I think this might be one of, if not THE best book I have ever read the plot had so many twists and turns I didn’t know what to expect and Trick has also become my new book boyfriend.
The relationship between Patrick and Derby was intense, sweet and in parts funny. Jewel E Ann had me laughing out loud and crying all in the turn of a few pages. Im starting the compaign here.....
COME on Jewel E Ann more Trick please, we need to know about his time after the accident from
his POV.If you only buy one book this year it has to be this one.
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Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental
hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more,
she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.
When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga
with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your
Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.
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