{{RELEASE BLITZ & REVIEW}} SHOW ME, SIR by Sonni De Soto
This
novel contains explicit sexual scenes including bondage and voyeurism.
Max
Wells is a ball-busting, ass-kicking testament to female empowerment, who’s yet
to meet the person who can push her down.
Until
she meets a man she only knows as Sir.
Shamelessly
deviant, Hayato knows exactly what Max thinks of Dominants like him. So ready
to dismiss his lifestyle, she’s the type to assume she knows everything about
it and him after one cursory glance from the outside in. But, looking at Max—at
her intelligence and passion—he can see more in her than the misconceptions
she’s deliberately blinding herself with.
And,
determined, he plans to show her more.
Max
and Hayato engage in a dance of wit, will, and seduction as they negotiate
roles, rewrite rules, and learn the true meaning of empowerment.
But,
just as their game heats up, it gets used against them. Seeking to punish them
with their play, someone threatens to drag their private lives out into the
public spotlight.
With
high stakes and bitter scandal looming over their heads, Max and her Sir will
have to work together to show that what the world thinks they are does not
define who they are.
“I’m looking at you,
Max.” She watched his firm mouth – his tongue and teeth – form the words. “I
like looking at you.” His smooth voice flowed over her senses. “I want to touch
you.”
Her breath caught and
her eyes opened wide.
Okay, too much. That was
way too much.
Having him there, having
him watch her, felt wicked and dangerous and was toeing an erotic line that Max
had never known.
She couldn’t imagine
what having him touch her would be like.
She wasn’t sure she
wanted to know.
“You said you wouldn’t,”
she reminded him, wavering between want and worry.
“I said I wouldn’t pay
to do so,” he clarified, his hand reaching out to stroke a fallen strand of her
vibrant hair. “When I touch you, it won’t be for any other reason than I want
to and you want me to as well.” Curling the strand around his fingers, he
tested its texture and feel. “Tell me you want me to.”
She shivered. It didn’t
feel safe – him behind her, fully dressed while she was half-naked. It didn’t
feel safe to be in a room full of mirrors with Hallie somewhere in the store.
It was frightening and intense. Frightening because it was so intense.
“Imagine it.” He let his
hand slide through the thick mass of her hair. “Think about how good it’ll be
when I place my hands all over your soft body. Think about how wet I can make
you, not just slick but soaked.” He paused, his gaze stroking south. “You’re
already more than halfway there, aren’t you?” He leaned in close, his hot
breath caressing the delicate, sensitive curve of her ear. “Just say the words.
Tell me what we both know you want.”
God, she did. God help
her, she wanted this man to touch her, to stroke her, to fuck her. He made her
body feel weak with need and consumed by mindless desire. She wanted him to
touch. She wanted to touch. She wanted to strip and be stripped and to drown in
the promise his hot gaze held.
“Say it.”
She wanted to. So badly.
She opened her mouth.
“No.”
She wanted him,
everything he was offering her, so much her body hummed with it.
And it scared her.
What kind of woman –
what kind of modern, independent, strong, and smart woman – was she that she
would let him have this much power over her? Was a word away from becoming a
puddle of sexual putty in his hands? He was turning her into something she’d
spent her entire life rejecting.
What was wrong with her?
Her attention snapped
back, her worry turning into panic, then an unexpectedly feral snarl, low and
perilous, rumbled deep in his throat. She flinched, afraid to look at him.
Afraid to move or speak or breathe while the beast inside the man clenched.
She’d never felt so
naked, so vulnerable and helpless, in her life.
Finally, she braved a
look up, readying herself for his ire, sure he would storm ahead or storm away.
But he just nodded
stiffly, his face and body held rigidly in control. She watched his nostrils
flare and a muscle in his jaw tick. The fire in his eyes burned even as cold
ice hardened them. They narrowed on her predatorily.
Slowly, each movement
precise and exact, he reached inside his jacket, pulling another sheet from his
pocket. Holding it up like a dare, he said in a low, calm, articulated voice,
“Touch yourself.”
***ARC provided in exchange fo
I was hooked...this book was amazing full of KINK what wasnt to love. The characters were great and easy to connect with. The authors writing was fantastic and gave us exactly what was promised from the synopsis.
Max and Hayato were great together, they were each strong characters that sucked you in to their world and left you begging for more. Hayato sees something in Max and is determined to make her see herself the way he does. With them embarking on a relationship Max learns that there is so much more than what she originally thought. They are passionate together and just when things are going good their private lives are about to be rocked and bought to the attention of the public.
Can this couple come together to prove that they are so much more or will they fall at the first hurdle.
Sonni de Soto
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