Night Fever
by Jessica Hawkins
Night Fever Serial #1
Publication Date: November 4, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Novella, Romance, Serial
Synopsis
Lola Winters’ heart already belongs to Johnny,
but for him, she’d sell the devil her soul. Unfortunately, the devil wants
something else.
Beau Olivier is the kind of wealthy that buys anything—even
people. When he makes Lola a proposition, she finds herself tempted into a
seduction that will have her walking the line between comfort and humiliation,
desire and resistance. He would own her—for one night. She would be his—for a
price. It was wrong. It was scandalous. It was the opportunity of a lifetime.
Sex, music, neon on the Sunset
Strip—right in the middle of it all, he would have her. Come sunrise, he would
let her go. At least, that was the plan.
Review
Just by reading the synopsis I was so intrigued I just
had to read this story. The beginning dragged somewhat for me but I get that it’s
a necessity to the flow of the story. You get the history of the bar Lola and
Johnny work at and how important it is to them.
Lola and Johnny’s future doesn’t seem to be looking so
stable anymore. Enter Beau Olivier in his expensive suit and a proposition that
may be too good to refuse.
Jessica Hawkins does a great job leaving you with goose
bumps and tingling body parts ;) The characters are well developed and the story
line is one that will certainly have you squirming in your seat.
Beau Olivier oozes sex right off the pages. A super
sexy read and oh so naughty.
How far are you willing to go to make your partner's
dream come true?
How much would you sacrifice?
And at what cost?
A great start to this serial and I definitely can’t
wait to read the next one.
*ARC received in exchange for an honest review*
Excerpt
On the sixteenth floor of the Four Seasons Los
Angeles at Beverly Hills, Beau and Lola exited a gold elevator. They’d been
quiet since the car. At the end of a long hallway was a single black-lacquer
door with a knob in the center. Her heart beat faster. It’d been nine years
since she’d been with a man other than Johnny. And about that long since she’d
wanted to.
When they reached the door, Beau pulled out his key
and unlocked it with a click.
Lola’s stomach was beyond butterflies—she was sure
an entire zoo had been released inside her. She stared at the doorway, which
was a threshold, a point of no return, a choice plain and simple. Sweat beaded
on her upper lip.
“It’s too late to turn back now,” Beau said.
She didn’t look away. “Not if I give back the money.”
Beau let the door close. “I know what you’re doing.”
He walked to her, his steps deliberate. “If I force you into that room, then it
isn’t your choice.”
“Nobody forced me here,” she said. “I made every
decision. I had to. That doesn’t make my choices right.”
“Lola,” he said. “You don’t have to put on a show.
Tonight is about you and me only. Take control of what you want.”
She glanced up at him. “You think you know what I
want?”
He moved forward until the wall was at her back. He
pushed a hand in the neckline of her dress. “You’re right,” he said. “I have no
idea what you want. Since your nipple isn’t hard between my fingers. And you
weren’t wet earlier as you sucked me off.”
“Just because you manipulate my body’s reaction,”
her voice wavered, “doesn’t mean I want this. You can’t control my mind or my
heart no matter what you say.”
His hand stilled. The muscles in his jaw flexed.
“You’re so fucking concerned about your heart? Keep it. I’ll use your body. I
won’t be gentle. And when I’m finished, you can have it back.”
He could take what he wanted. It wouldn’t mean
anything to her. It shouldn’t. But his words were even more erotic than his
touch. Her legs trembled from them, threatening to give out.
Lola tried to push him off, but he grabbed her wrist
with his free hand and pinned it above her head. “This is what you want, isn’t
it?” he asked. “For me to take your choice away? Then no one will have to know
that you want this just as badly as I do. That you wanted it the night we met.”
She shook her head rapidly. His nearness smothered
whatever sense she had left.
“Let me help you out,” he said when she didn’t
speak. “You say, ‘Yes, Beau.’ Then I open the hotel room door. And every time I
tell you what to do, you say…”
She fixated on his bowtie, breathing hard.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Can you speak up?”
he asked.
She looked up at the sharpness of his tone. “Yes.
Yes, Beau.”
About Jessica Hawkins
Jessica Hawkins grew up between the purple mountains and under the
endless sun of Palm Springs, California. She studied international business at
Arizona State University and has also lived in Costa Rica and New York City.
Some of her favorite things include traveling, her dog Kimo, Scrabble, driving
aimlessly and creating Top Five lists. She is the helpless victim of an
overactive imagination that finds inspiration in music and tranquility in
writing. Currently she resides wherever her head lands, which lately is the
unexpected (but warm) keyboard of her trusty MacBook.
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