Sex Machine
Synopsis:
Marie’s first standalone title in five years!
He’s good for one thing and one thing only—and she wants it bad.
Honey
Carmichael has never had a decent orgasm, and she’s out to change that
with the one man in town known for his superior skill between the
sheets.
Blake Dempsey is happy to help Honey
with her “problem” as long as she knows he’s only interested in sex. His
heart was broken when his high school girlfriend was killed in the car
he was driving, and he has nothing to offer other than more orgasms than
Honey can handle.
Which is just fine with
her—until fantastic orgasms aren’t enough anymore for either of them and
unexpected feelings turn hot sex into messy entanglement—and that most definitely wasn’t in the plans.
But you know what they say about plans…
A
sexy, dirty stand-alone romance intended for MATURE audiences. If you
can’t take the heat in Blake’s bedroom, stay out or you might get
burned. You’ve been warned!
Author Bio:
Marie
Force is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 50
contemporary romances, including the Gansett Island Series, which has
sold more than 2.3 million books, and the Fatal Series from Harlequin
Books, which has sold more than 1.2 million books. In addition, she is
the author of the Green Mountain Series as well as the erotic romance
Quantum Series, written under the slightly modified name of M.S. Force.
All together, her books have sold more than 5 million copies worldwide!
Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news.
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Source: eARC for Honest Review Courtesy of Sullivan and Partners, LLC
Genre: Adult Erotic Romance
Standalone
My Sex Machine Review . . .
So far all the Marie Force books that I have read have been cute and sweet with a bit of steam but in Sex Machine right from the beginning she dives in to blush inducing intensity.
Her first sentence in this book. You know after this that sparks are going to fly. Honey Carmichael has been searching for her other half but hasn't found it. She also has had a pretty lackluster journey where her sex life is concerned. Honey's bff convinces her to give Blake Dempsey a go, so she can know what to strive for in the bedroom.
Honey and Blake have been friends forever but have never crossed the line. Especially since Blake is still mending his heart after the loss of his girlfriend to a tragic accident. After this accident all Blake is known for is being the sex machine. He can give it good but makes no attachments.
For Blake, Honey has always been a soft spot for him, so when she propositions him he jumps at the chance. He originally thinks it will be one night but quickly realizes one night can't be enough. Honey knows that she can't get emotionally involved where it comes to Blake but she can't help it.
What starts as one night turns out to be so much more, well once they come out of the bedroom it does. Sex Machine had a whole bunch of steam intermingled with a sweet second chance story. I adored Honey and Blake together. This wasn't a super heavy book but it's quick paced and full of all the yummy elements we love within this genre.
So far all the Marie Force books that I have read have been cute and sweet with a bit of steam but in Sex Machine right from the beginning she dives in to blush inducing intensity.
"I want you to fuck me."
Her first sentence in this book. You know after this that sparks are going to fly. Honey Carmichael has been searching for her other half but hasn't found it. She also has had a pretty lackluster journey where her sex life is concerned. Honey's bff convinces her to give Blake Dempsey a go, so she can know what to strive for in the bedroom.
Honey and Blake have been friends forever but have never crossed the line. Especially since Blake is still mending his heart after the loss of his girlfriend to a tragic accident. After this accident all Blake is known for is being the sex machine. He can give it good but makes no attachments.
For Blake, Honey has always been a soft spot for him, so when she propositions him he jumps at the chance. He originally thinks it will be one night but quickly realizes one night can't be enough. Honey knows that she can't get emotionally involved where it comes to Blake but she can't help it.
"I'm powerless to resist you, Honeybee. God knows I tried."
What starts as one night turns out to be so much more, well once they come out of the bedroom it does. Sex Machine had a whole bunch of steam intermingled with a sweet second chance story. I adored Honey and Blake together. This wasn't a super heavy book but it's quick paced and full of all the yummy elements we love within this genre.
3.5 to 4 Sexy friends to lovers thumbs up!
Lauren
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Honey
“I
want you to fuck me.” I’m proud of the fact that I never blink as I
stare into the baby blues of the man I just blatantly propositioned. In
public, no less.
Blake Dempsey chokes on a mouthful of beer, his eyes watering as beer meets lungs in an unholy alliance.
For
the first time since I walked into the dark, dank bar, my resolve
begins to waver as I question the wisdom of this mission. But if I don’t
take the bull by the horns, literally, I might never know why everyone
else makes such a big freaking deal about sex. My best friend, Lauren,
has assured me that Blake Dempsey is the answer to my most pressing
problem. And she speaks from experience.
Tentatively, I pat
him on the back, hoping to get him breathing again so we can get back to
our conversation, such as it is. Let’s face it—he’s no use to me dead.
As
he continues to hack beer out of his airway, people begin to take
notice of us, which is the exact opposite of what I wanted. I’d planned
to come into the dive bar where Blake has his end-of-the-day beer at
exactly six thirty every night before heading home—alone—make my proposition and walk out of there with him.
I
hadn’t counted on him choking on his beer or having the eyes of every
man in the place on me as I wait for him to recover and give me an
answer. What if he says no? Men never say no to Honey Carmichael, which
is part of my problem. I have a reputation for attracting them like bees
to. . . well, honey. But I’ve never been tempted to keep one of them,
thus my well-earned reputation as a love ’em and leave ’em kind of gal.
It’s
not my fault that I’m blessed with thick honey-blonde hair, brown eyes
that made the boys start simpering over me in fifth grade and a rack
that’s been getting me in trouble since high school. Not to mention the
long legs that somehow manage to stay tanned year round and an ass that
Tommy Lonergan once referred to as a work of art. So I’ve had my share
of men. So what? The one thing I’ve never had is a decent orgasm with a
man, which is why I’m still alone at almost thirty and happy that way.
Most of the time.
Blake finally quits sputtering long enough
to look up at me with eyes still watery from coughing. “You wanna run
that by me again?”
“You heard me right the first time.” I resist the urge to fidget and hold his steady gaze.
His
steely blue eyes seem to look right through me, as if searching for the
truth behind my blatant invitation. As he runs his fingers through a
short crop of dirty blond hair, his entire torso ripples with muscles.
My
mouth waters at the thought of all those muscles wrapped around me. I
lick my lips as my nipples stand up to take notice and my pussy clenches
in anticipation. From what I’m told by a reliable source named Lauren,
Blake has the biggest cock in town and knows how to use it. That thought
causes the throbbing between my legs to intensify. When desperate times
call for desperate measures, I believe in hiring the best man for the
job. And these are most definitely desperate times.
“What
brought this on?” His sexy drawl and the relaxed way he occupies the bar
stool belie the intensity of his stare. To look at him, filthy from a
day of hard, physical labor, one might dismiss him as just another
working man.
One would be mistaken.
Blake runs the
most successful construction and renovation business in the area, and
judging by his grimy appearance, he works as hard as the many men he
employs. On him, the grime only makes him more appealing.
“Did you finally run out of guys to fuck in this town? No one left but me?”
I can’t deny that I’ve probably had too much sex, looking for the elusive something that
has other women waxing poetic about the act. To me, it’s nothing
special, two bodies coming together to expend some energy. Big deal.
I’ve never understood what all the hoopla is about, a sentiment I
recently shared with Lauren. After she finished laughing at me, Lauren
had said, “If you want to know what the hoopla is about, you need to
fuck Blake Dempsey.”
Lauren ought to know. She’d been Blake’s fuck buddy for a short time years ago and had declared him an absolute machine in
bed. Lauren assures me that doing the deed with Blake will result in
nonstop orgasms and pleasure unlike anything I can possibly imagine.
“One night with him,” Lauren had said, “and you won’t wonder anymore.”
“You wouldn’t care?” I’d asked my friend.
Lauren
had shrugged. “It was just sex between us. That’s all he’s capable of.
Everyone knows that. A girl would be a fool to fall for him, so I took
what I could get, and when it was over, it was over. It was a long time
ago. Have at him and The Cock.”
Even though I’ve known Blake
all my life and have never once considered him boyfriend material—mostly
because my best friend dated him ages ago—I’m desperate enough to know
what I’ve been missing out on to walk into a bar and utter a sentence
that no doubt has my dear, sweet grandmother rolling in her grave.
I
can’t think about what Gran would have to say about me unashamedly
propositioning a man. All I can think about since the conversation with
Lauren a week ago are the words “machine” and “nonstop orgasms.” The
best orgasms I’ve ever had are the ones I’ve given myself, thus my need
for Blake and his legendary cock.
“Are you gonna answer the question?” Blake drawls.
I snap out of the fog to realize I’ve been staring at him while he waits for me to answer him. “What was the question again?”
“Did you run out of other guys to fuck? Is it down to me?”
I
hold back a wince at his judgmental tone. I’m not proud of the number
of men I’ve test driven, seeking the hoopla. “What do you care?”
“I
don’t.” It’s a well-known fact that Blake Dempsey doesn’t care much
about anything other than his family, his business, the people who work
for him and a few select friends. He shrugs as he drains the beer bottle
and puts it on the bar next to a ten-dollar bill. “It’s your business,
not mine.”
When he stands to his full six-foot three-inch
height and looks down at me, I nearly swallow my tongue. My nipples
stretch against the confines of my bra and tank top, as if they’re
reaching for him. I hold my breath waiting to see what he will do.
He brings his head down close to my ear. “Follow me home.” His tone is gruff and sexy and authoritative.
I
shiver as my heated core weeps in anticipation. My eyes travel from
broad shoulders to lean hips and below where the outline of that
legendary cock has me licking my lips once again. Soft faded denim hugs
him in all the right places, and it’s all I can do to refrain from
reaching for the button and giving it a tug to get things started.
My
mouth waters as I pictured his big cock springing free of his clothes,
ripe for my mouth, my pussy and anywhere else he chooses to put it.
“Honey?”
Once
again I shake off the sexual stupor and force myself to meet his gaze.
If thinking about sex with him gets me this hot, I can’t imagine what
the actual deed might entail.
“Are you coming?”
Even though Lauren had assured me he wouldn’t say no, I’m still insecure enough to be surprised that he accepted my offer. Oh my God,
I’m really going to have sex with Blake Dempsey. Resting a hand on his
sculpted chest, I say, “Oh yeah, I’ll be coming, and so will you, big
boy.” The cocky statement, exactly what he expects from me, covers the
quaking going on inside.
A throbbing pulse in his chiseled jaw
is the only sign of emotion in his otherwise blank expression as he
takes me by the hand and heads for the door.
Mindless of the prying eyes of the other customers, I scramble to keep up with his long-legged stride.
“Where’s your car?” he asks when we’re outside in the fading sunlight.
Heat
from the long summer day rolls off the blacktop in scorching waves, but
I shiver from the almost predatory way he looks at me. “There.” I point
to my tiny silver car with the decal on the side hawking my photo
studio.
“I’ll wait for you.” He drops my hand and stalks to
his big black truck with his own company emblem on the side. His long
strides eat up the pavement. I watch him go, fascinated, by the way his
jeans hug his muscular ass. I can’t wait to see if his ass looks as good
naked as it does in denim. Who am I kidding? It’ll look even better.
I order my quivering legs to move.
They finally get the message, and I rush to my car, managing to drop my
keys in the dusty dirt parking lot. I bend to get them and am scorched
by awareness. As I stand up, I venture a glance at his truck and find
him watching me intently, his entire focus on my ass. The quaking begins
anew as I get into the car and fumble some more with the keys before
managing to get the car started. At this rate, I’ll need an insane
asylum before I ever get what I want from Blake.
His truck
leaves a cloud of dust in its wake as he pulls out of the parking lot
onto Highway 90, heading out of downtown Marfa, Texas. The sun is a ball
of fire in the sky as I follow him at a safe distance. The last thing I
need is to smash into his back end because I’m such a nervous fool.
It’s not like I’ve never come on to a guy before. I have. Too many
times, but this guy has always been so remote and off-limits that it
took all my courage to walk into that bar and say the line that Lauren
and I rehearsed until I got it just right. My hands are trembling and
sweaty as I reach for my phone.
“What’d he say?” Lauren asks when she picks up on the first ring.
“I’m following him home.”
“To his house?”
“Yes.”
“This is huge! He never takes women to his place.” Lauren lets out a shrill squeal. “I’m so jealous!”
Instantly
alarmed, I swerve before I right the car. “You said you didn’t care!” I
can’t lose Lauren, the closest thing to family I have left. “I’ll call
it off right now if you don’t want me to go with him.”
“I’m not jealous about him. I’m jealous that you get to be with The Cock.”
I swallow hard. “It can’t be that different from all the others.”
Lauren’s
dirty chuckle comes through the phone. “Oh, Honey. . . You have no idea
what you’re in for. Tomorrow, when you’re walking bow-legged, remember I
told you so.”
A bead of sweat slides down my backbone.
Propping the phone between my ear and shoulder, I turn the AC on high
and follow the black truck as it hangs a left onto Antelope Hills Road.
“You always did exaggerate, Lo.”
Lauren snorts with laughter. “You’ll know soon enough that I’m not exaggerating. Call me in the morning. I want every, single detail. In fact, if you could take notes, that’d be great.”
“Shut up.”
“Honey. . .”
The unusual seriousness in Lauren’s voice has me immediately on guard. “What?”
“Ever
since your Gran died, you’ve been looking for a place to call home
again. It’s not going to be with him. No matter what happens, don’t
forget that. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you.”
Blake’s
story is well known around town. He blames himself for the car accident
our senior year of high school that had claimed the life of his
girlfriend, Jordan Pullman, who’d also been a friend of mine and
Lauren’s. The loss of Jordan had rocked our entire class, but no one
more so than Blake. Even after the police ruled that the accident was
the fault of the other driver, Blake continued to blame himself. He’d
kept his distance from people—especially women—ever since, throwing his
considerable energy into his business. Occasionally, he took a lover,
but he never kept her for long.
My story is equally well
known. Abandoned at the church when I was days old, Nora Carmichael,
who’d never married, took me in and raised me as her own. Because Nora
was in her early sixties when I came to live with her, I always called
her “Gran.” She died ten years ago when I was only twenty, leaving me to
fend for myself in an unforgiving world. I’ve done okay, all things
considered, but it’s been a struggle.
“Call me in the morning?” Lauren says.
“I will.”
“Remember: Only sex.”
“I gotcha.”
“Did
you use the ‘I want you to fuck me’ line?” Lauren asks. We’d debated a
number of ice-breaking lines and had settled on the most direct of the
many choices.
“Sure did.”
“I need to try that one on Garrett.”
Poor
Lauren has been lusting for years after Garrett McKinley, accountant to
Blake’s company and most of the other businesses in town. “What’s
stopping you?”
“Um, only the fact that he thinks I’m a brainless floozy.”
“You’re
neither brainless nor a floozy. Look at what a booming business you’ve
made of the flower shop. How can he think you’re brainless?”
“Maybe because I act that way any time he’s in the same zip code as me?”
“I still say you should hire him to do your books. Then he’ll find out how full of brains you really are.”
“Not happening. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.”
I
watch Blake pull into a driveway a block in front of me. The door on a
two-car garage goes up and Blake pulls in. “I gotta go. We’re at his
house.”
“Just sex,” Lauren says one more time.
“I
heard you the first ten times. Bye, Lo.” Ending the call, I repeat
Lauren’s refrain. “Just sex.” The last place in the world I’m going to
find my home is in the arms of the most remote man I know. Determined to
take this one night, and only this one night, with him and “The Cock”—a
thought that makes me giggle nervously—I follow Blake’s hand signal to
pull into the empty half of the two-car garage.
By the time I
make it out of my car and into the laundry room that adjoins the garage,
he’s removed his work boots and stripped down to boxer briefs that hug
his tight ass.
I stare at the muscles on his back that taper
down to that most excellent butt—and wonder if we’re going to get busy
right here. I clear my throat to remind him I’m here.
He seems
in no particular rush as he tosses his clothes into a front-loading
washer, adds detergent and starts the cycle. Then, as if I’m not there,
he goes into the kitchen.
I’m not sure if I’m supposed to follow him, but I do it anyway.
He hands me a piece of paper. “Tell them to send my usual and get whatever you want.”
I
somehow manage to tear my gaze from the most lickable male chest and
ripped abs I’ve ever seen to glance at the red and green print on the
paper. I recognize the logo of Pizza Foundation. “They don’t deliver.”
“They do for me. I pay extra.”
“I’m not hungry.”
He
shoots me a meaningful look. “I worked all day, and if I’m going to be
expected to work all night, too, I need fuel—and so do you.”
A burst of heat creeps from my chest to my face as the implications of his statement settle on me. All night. Whoa.
“Make the call. I’m going to grab a shower. There’re drinks in the fridge. Help yourself.”
For
a long moment after he leaves the room, I stand motionless in the
middle of a nicer-than-expected kitchen. What the hell am I doing here?
Did I really go to the bar Blake Dempsey frequents and ask him to fuck
me? “You’ve lost what’s left of your mind.”
I could cut my
losses and leave while he’s in the shower. Sure, the few times a year
that I run into Blake at the grocery store or post office or at the home
of a mutual friend would be awkward from now on, but I can live with
that if it means saving some face.
My cell phone chimes with a
new text message that jostles me out of my temporary paralysis. Digging
into my purse, I pull out my phone. From Lauren: No matter what, don’t chicken out. You’ll be sorry forever if you do. Trust me on that!
As
always, Lauren’s timing is impeccable. Sucking in a deep breath and
releasing it, I call in the pizza order and then take a beer from the
fridge. If there’s ever been a time for liquid courage, this is surely
it.
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