RE-RELEASE & REVIEW ~ROUGH By Skye Warren




Title: Rough
Series: Chicago Underground #1
Author: Skye Warren
Release Date: May 26, 2015

Cooper Ryan is living the dream. Between the parties with rock royalty, booze, groupies and performing to crowds of thousands with his band Taint, life seems pretty sweet. There’s just one thing missing: the feisty little red-head that took his baby and ran off with his heart. Throwing himself into music is the only thing keeping him sane.

Until a run-in with a nonplussed, package-wielding PA throws everything off balance.

Ali Jones is having a craptastic life. Her grandmother died, leaving her homeless, penniless, and alone, and her boyfriend left her for a tramp who takes her clothes off for money. That’s why when she lands her dream job at a record company it seems like it’s too good to be true.

Because it is.

Slapped with an ultimatum, Ali must decide if facing the horror of the unemployment line is a fate worse than going on the road with four rowdy rockers hell-bent on making her life misery.

He’s adored by millions.

She’s not even loved by her cat. Can they ignore their hatred long enough to survive the tour from hell? Or will their chemistry force everything to come crashing down around them?





***ARC provided in exchange for an honest review - Naomi / Scandalous Book Blog***

After the horrible events of a night with her friend Andrew, Allie learns 2 things if she hadn’t said ‘NO’ it wouldn’t have been rape and she wouldn’t be pregnant with his child.

Andrew skipped town and Allie has carried on with her life to the best of her ability, she lives for her monthly date night at the club where she find a willing partner to feed her needs….but she doesn’t wish for slow passionate, sex she craves ROUGH animalistic sex and they are only meant to be a one-night stand.

All this changes the night she meets Colin. Their night together opens her eyes to the possibility of normal giving slow passionate sex. Colin wants to see her again, but she is soon to put her foot down and say ‘NO’. However, she soon realizes that ‘NO’ never means no and she is drawn to him and just maybe he could be good for her. Colin doesn’t want a quick fling; he wants to be there for Allie in all aspects of a loving relationship.

This story was fast paced and the chemistry between them was fierce, Collin is your typical night in shining armor and Allie is the broken girl who thinks she doesn’t deserve happiness. I soon one clicked book 2 as I needed to know where their story was heading.











He walked me backward, and we made out against the round fake-wood table, his hands running over my sides, my back. Avoiding the good parts like we were two horny teenagers in our parents’ basements, new to this. I shuddered at the thought. This was all wrong. His hands were too light. I was half under him already, my hips cradling his, so I surged up and nipped at his lip. Predictably his body jerked, and he thrust his hips down onto me. 

Yes. That’s what I need. I softened my body, surrendering to him. 

“Bed,” he murmured against my lips. 

We stripped at the same time, both eager. I wanted to see his body, to witness what he offered me, but it was dark in the room. Then he kissed me back onto the bed, and there was no more time to wonder. The cheap bedspread was rough and cool against my skin. His hands stroked over my breasts and then played gently with my nipples. 

My body responded, turning liquid, but something was wrong. 

I’d had this problem before. Not everyone wanted to play rough, but I was surprised that I’d misread him. His muscles were hard, the pads of his fingers were calloused. I didn’t know how he could touch me so softly. Everything about him screamed that he could hurt me, so why didn’t he? 

I wanted him to have his nasty way with me, but every sweet caress destroyed the illusion. My fantasy was to let him do whatever he wanted with me, but not this. 

“Harder,” I said. “I need it harder.” 

Instead his hands gentled. The one that had been holding my breast traced the curve around and under. 

I groaned in frustration. “What’s wrong?” 

He reached down, still breathing heavily, and pressed a finger lightly to my cunt, then stroked upward through the moisture. I gasped, rocking my hips to follow his finger. 

“You like this,” he said. 

Yes, I liked it. I was undeniably aroused but too aware. I needed the emptiness of being taken. “I like it better rough.” 

Colin frowned. My eyes widened at the ferocity of his expression. 

In one smooth motion he flipped me onto my stomach. I lost my breath from the surprise and impact. His left hand slid under my body between my legs and cupped me. His right hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. His erection throbbed beside my ass in promise. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but all I could do was gasp. He didn’t need to be told, though, and ground against me, using my hair as a handle. 

That small pain on my scalp was perfection, sharp and sweet. Numbness spread through me, as did relief. 

The pain dimmed. My arousal did too, but that was okay. I was only vaguely aware of him continuing to work my body from behind. 

I went somewhere else in my mind. I’d stay that way all night. 

At least that’s what usually happened. Not this time. Instead I felt light strokes on my hair, my arms, my back. His cock pulsed hot against my thigh, but he didn’t try to put it inside me, not in any of the places it would almost fit. His hands on me didn’t even feel sexual. He petted me, and I arched into his caress. 

“Why did you stop?” I meant it to come out demanding, but instead I sounded weak. I hated sounding weak, especially about sex. He may be the one with the cock and the fists, but I called the shots. I had to. 

“Allie, shhh. It’s okay.” He was trying to soothe me, and it was working. He turned me back over and began to kiss me, still murmuring words against my lips. “I’ll give it to you. Don’t worry. Relax.” More words than he’d spoken all night. 

I was lost, my emotions all jumbled up from my arousal and my high and subsequent low, at the mercy of this stranger. 

What’s happening to me? I needed to get back to something I knew. I wanted him to fuck me, to be inside me, to center me. I whimpered, hoping he’d understand. “Shhh.” He arranged my arms and legs so that they were splayed open on the bed and then kissed his way down my stomach.





Skye Warren is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of dark romantic fiction.






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