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My Review of Grizzly Beginning – Arcadian Bears Book 2 by Becca Jameson


 

Grizzly Beginning
Arcadian Bears Book 2
By
Becca Jameson

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Nuria Orson has waited fifteen years to return to her hometown of Silvertip, Alberta, the place where she was molested at age fifteen by her boyfriend’s older brother. If she had her way, she would never return, but she needs to sell her childhood home so she can move on with her life. Her plan is to slip into town, sell the house, and relocate as far away as possible before anyone finds out. Not an easy task for a grizzly shifter easily scented by anyone who wanders close enough.

Austin Tarben has spent half his life silently pining for the girl he was certain was his mate before she left town with her parents in the middle of the night fifteen years ago. Believing she willingly dumped him for his brother before she disappeared, he has longed for answers for all these years.

When Austin learns his childhood sweetheart is in town, he forces himself to confront her if for no other reason than peace of mind. But Nuria doesn’t welcome him with open arms. In fact, she’s furious. As the true story of what happened in high school unfolds, the two mates must decide if they can put the past behind them and forge a future together.

But Austin isn’t the only shifter in town shocked by Nuria’s arrival. It would seem she has a pile of enemies. Before Austin and Nuria can possibly reconcile, they need to figure out who wants her dead and why.

There are some misunderstandings even mates can’t overcome, and it’s difficult to be certain the act of binding together for the rest of their lives will create a bond strong enough to heal the hurt.

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I am really loving this series. These bears are devoted and protective of what’s theirs. In this one Austin wants answers from Nuria and when he gets them he isn’t sure she can ever forgive him. She is still unbound after fifteen years and she is still his mate. This is a favorite scene when she reveals the reason her parents spirited her away all those years ago.

“You pulled away from me. For weeks, maybe months, you pulled away. We used to spend every afternoon together doing homework, eating snacks, laughing, watching stupid reruns on TV…” The flood of memories ate a hole in him.She wrapped her arms around herself as if chilled.

“And then you stopped coming around as often. I still saw you at school. We hung a few times, but something had changed. I didn’t know what. Rumor had it you were seeing someone else. Rumor had it you were seeing Antoine. And then I saw you in the barn that day.”

She flinched.

He swallowed, the memory bringing bile to his mouth as it always did. His voice was lower when he continued. “My life ended that moment. I never recovered. Why? Were you seeing him behind my back?”

She tucked her lips into her mouth, not meeting his gaze. Her gorgeous curls fell around her face like a curtain. Her hair was thicker and longer than he remembered. Something else was different about it too…

It wasn’t pulled back. When they were younger, she hated it getting in her eyes. She spent so much time brushing the wispy loose curls away from her forehead or cheeks that she made him laugh. Now it was down. Shrouding her. Covering her face. Was she hiding? From the world?

“Make me understand,” he begged.

“It’s too late, Austin. There’s nothing to say. You made your judgment about me. You can’t take it back.”

He furrowed his brow. “I made a judgment? How do you figure?” He leaned forward, set his hands on both sides of her thighs, and crowded her personal space. “Tell me, Nuria. Make me understand why my girlfriend, my mate, the woman I intended to spend my life with, was in the barn of my parents’ home fucking my brother?”

His voice rose higher. “Why did I have to see that? Tell me?” he insisted.

Suddenly, she snapped. Her head jerked up, and fury filled her eyes. “You think you’re so smart? If you were so sure we were meant to bind to each other, then why the hell did you believe I would fuck your damn brother so easily?”

He flinched. “You telling me you didn’t?”

She shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. “That’s what I’m telling you, you dick. Not only did I manage to get away, but now I’m finding out my own boyfriend saw his smarmy brother trying to rape me, and instead of helping, he fucking left me there to fend for myself.” She screamed those last words, spit hitting him in the face.

He felt like he’d been slapped. No. Much worse.

She shoved away from him in his stupor and scrambled to stand behind him. Tears streamed down her face. “I wish you hadn’t come here at all. I never would have known what a fucking jackass you were.” Her voice rose higher in pitch. “You fucking left me there in that barn? With your disgusting brother pawing at me? Tearing at my clothes?”

He spun around to face her.

“I fought with all my might to keep him from pulling off my jeans. Do you know how much bigger he is? I had to jerk my face back and forth to keep him from biting my neck and fucking binding me to him. I was fifteen years old, Austin. Fifteen.”
Austin lowered his ass to his heels, unable to hold himself up. He set his hands on his thighs.

“The only thing that saved me from a fate worse than hell that day was a cat that jumped down from the rafters and scared your brother for enough seconds for me to wiggle out from under him and run from the barn. I ran hard and fast in human form until I got to the tree line, and then I shifted and ran faster in bear form.”

Austin felt like he’d been punched in the gut.

She was shaking. Tears fell freely down her face. She wiped them away with the back of her hand. “And my boyfriend, the person I trusted most in the world, saw that? You left me there?” She sobbed, and then she spun around and ran from the room.

He listened as she stormed out of the house, the back door slamming. And then she was gone.

He had no doubt she’d shifted and headed into the woods. He couldn’t blame her. He was indeed the biggest dick alive.
Jameson, Becca. Grizzly Beginning (Arcadian Bears Book 2) (Kindle Locations 183-215). Hartwood Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Not only does Austin have to win back his mate, but now someone is trying to kill her. Suspenseful and sizzling I couldn’t put this book down.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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My Review of Becca Jameson’s Thrust – The Underground Book 5


The Underground Series
Becca Jameson’s spin-off of her wildly popular series
The Fight Club
featuring those insanely sexy Russian fighters. They long for a good, clean life totally unlike that they lived on the streets of Russia, and left Vegas for the Chicago underground fight scene. But trouble follows them, and they get caught up in some distastefully dirty Russian mob dealings.

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Thrust
The Underground #5
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Alena Dudko’s life has been upside down for a year and a half. First she was abducted and held for six months in Russia, and then she was rescued and went into hiding in the US. She’s done hiding. She’s also done tiptoeing around Ivan Belinsky, pretending she doesn’t want the man in her bed.

Ivan has been responsible for keeping Alena safe for nearly two months. He has spent every minute of that time fighting his attraction toward her. After all, she’s his best friend’s sister, she has no idea Ivan is a Dominant, and she has innocence written on her forehead. She is off limits.

When Alena bares everything—literally—Ivan is forced to face his feelings head on. But nothing changes the fact that the leader of the Russian Mafia is after both them and their friends. The FBI is working frantically to capture Anton Yenin and put an end to the terror, but it’s taking longer than anyone would have hoped.

Alena won’t wait for the threat to be contained. She intends to live her life now. It’s up to Ivan. In? Or out?

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It seems Alena is getting tired of a lot of things not just being hidden. She wants Ivan to notice her as more than Mikhail’s sister. So with Sergei out of the apartment and her brother with Haley she makes her move. Oh what a move it is, poor Ivan isn’t given much of a choice as he faces her nudity and his own libido. In spite of his initial instincts he knows he must speak with Mikhail before this goes too far. He needs her brother’s blessing in order to pursue this undeniable attraction. First he has to get her out of the apartment and to the gym. Trust me when I say Alena is not pleased.

This is a favorite scene after Alena realizes Mikhail and Ivan had been talking about her. She runs out of the gym and Ivan follows.

“Do you know how many times I’ve been alone in the last year? None. Not one goddamn second. Not even a millisecond. Sure, I was being held in some fucked-up facility in Siberia for months, but when I was rescued and told I would be coming to the US and reuniting with my brother, do you know what I thought?”

He didn’t move.

She wasn’t waiting for a response, anyway. “I thought finally, finally, freedom. Boy was I wrong. If I knew then what I know now, I’d probably tell those guys who rescued me to leave me there. Three square meals. No running. No hiding. Nobody chasing me.”

Still he didn’t move.

“I hate this life. Hate it. You guys boss me around all day like I have no sense. Like I’m three years old.” She got sassy, tossing her hair back and forth and speaking in a sing-songy voice. “‘ Alena, don’t go so close to the window.’ ‘Alena, no you can’t get a job.’ ‘Alena, tell me what feminine products you want from the store, and I’ll get them for you.’”

Ivan flinched.

“Even my fucking period is something you all five probably have on your calendars. I don’t own a piece of lingerie one of you didn’t purchase for me. I don’t even have a vibrator.” Yeah, I just said that out loud.

She continued, not giving a fuck if someone else heard her. “So, don’t you waltz out here to tell me what to do. I’ve had enough. How dare you share what happened this morning with my brother. My brother.” Her voice rose again.
Jameson, Becca. Thrust (The Underground Book 5) (Kindle Locations 685-697). Hartwood Publishing. Kindle Edition.

While Alena may have given Ivan a chance, one he didn’t take full advantage of, now she’s done. Ivan has his work cut out for him in order to prove his feelings for her. Then there is his dominance, it’s more than just an attitude it’s his lifestyle.

In the meantime Anton’s henchmen are still trying to get their hands on Bethany or Alena. Bethany to keep her from reporting the story and Alena as bait to get one of the guys.

However, there’s some newcomers on the scene and when Alena is attacked in the clinic it adds a whole new level to the FBI’s investigation.

It’s like a game of Chess crossed with Who’s who as the guys try to keep their women safe and still continue to fight regularly.

Anton is turning up the heat, he needs the formula to work and he doesn’t have a lot of time to get the right antibodies into his system for the drug to adhere to.

Fast paced and full of twists and turns as the Russian FSB adds fuel to the fire. Alena’s introduction to Ivan’s brand of BDSM is sensual and erotic. Yet there is still so much going on.

I can’t wait for Torque coming November 3, 2016

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through. After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.

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Review of Becca Jameson’s Submit – Underground Series Book 4


The Underground Series
Becca Jameson’s spin-off of her wildly popular series
The Fight Club
featuring those insanely sexy Russian fighters. They long for a good, clean life totally unlike that they lived on the streets of Russia, and left Vegas for the Chicago underground fight scene. But trouble follows them, and they get caught up in some distastefully dirty Russian mob dealings.
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The Underground Series #4
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Nikolav Andropov has just joined his friends in Chicago after years of fighting in the underground MMA circuit in Vegas. When he agrees to go babysit a woman with food poisoning in the middle of the night, he isn’t prepared for the punch to the gut the woman delivers. Even in her confused, nauseous state, she sends his libido through the roof.

Belinda Gallo is a reporter for Chicago’s largest multimedia news outlet. All she’s interested in is capturing the biggest story of her career for a one-hour primetime special—the murders of numerous local homeless people. She has no idea one of her good friends was also kidnapped and should have been among the dead. And she certainly isn’t prepared to meet five enormous sexy fighters, one of whom has proclaimed himself to be her protector.

Nikolav has perfected the art of brooding, reminding Belinda of a vampire. He’s nothing like any man she’s dated, but that doesn’t stop her from falling for him. The problem is, no matter how hard she tries to lure him into her bed, he isn’t taking the bait.

What the hell is wrong with him? Or is it her? In any case, while she tries to figure out what game he’s playing, the Russian Mafia is intent on stopping her from capturing her story. And they mean business.

If she wants to keep herself, her family, and her friends alive, she’s going to need to take drastic action. Will her decision destroy the tenuous relationship she’s formed with Nikolav? Or will it make them stronger?

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When she asked her friend Hailey to fix her up with one of the guys, the last thing Belinda expected was for the guy to show up while she is sick. Nikolav is sent by Mikael when their suspicions are raised. Why did Belinda get sick and not them. The possible answer is too frightening to expand on. Belinda is embarrassed and can’t figure out why Nikolav would even want to be around her after seeing her so sick.

Little does she know this is a big part of who he is. A Dominant who loves taking care of a submissive. But is Belinda a submissive, could she give that much trust to someone? Always fighting her way up she finally gets the story that can make a difference. The missing homeless that are turning up dead. Then the FBI puts a gag order on her and her boss.

Things get even more intense, with Anton putting the heat on his researchers and his moles in the FBI. With the heat on, Belinda is not safe, Anton doesn’t want the publicity her story could direct at him.

A page turner that keeps the suspense ramping up. The build up of emotions as Nikolav finds not only his perfect submissive but also love is sad yet funny. My only complaint is there was too much repetition from the end of Guard. I think it more of a summary would have worked better for me.

Read the excerpt below for one of my favorite scenes.
I can’t wait for Thrust the next one in this series coming October 6, 2016!

4.5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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From Becca Jameson’s Website
He didn’t hear her approach, and she found him standing at the window staring out between the blinds.Damn he was built.She didn’t move an inch, taking in the way his muscles bulged down his back, tapering to his waist. His biceps were huge. She wouldn’t be able to wrap both hands around them.She licked her lips.It felt like she’d known him much longer than two days, which was ludicrous considering she’d spent the first day sick and sleeping and the second day at work and running for her life.But, Lord, he had her attention every time they were in the same room. Her palms were sweating as she watched the ripples run down his back. If the situation were different… If she wasn’t the sort of person she was… If she could throw caution to the wind and be reckless… Oh yeah. She would sleep with this sexy vampire in a heartbeat. Not a doubt.As if suddenly sensing her presence, he released the blinds and turned around. “Hey, didn’t hear you,” he whispered.She stepped inside, shaking lustful thoughts from her head to find her brain. “I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.” It was true. She felt horrible about that. However, she also didn’t see a solution. It was hardly reasonable for her to go sleep with Sergei on the couch. Although, the sectional was huge. If she had one end and he had the other…“It’s no problem.”“It’s rude of me. I can seriously make do with anything. A blanket and a corner of that gigantic sofa will be fine.”

Nikolav chuckled. “Not a chance in hell, babe.” He stepped toward her. “If you thought your chastity was unsafe with me, you haven’t met Sergei.”

She flinched. “I’m pretty good at keeping my clothes on without any outside help.” And then she cringed. “Or I was until yesterday.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She rolled her eyes. “Somehow I found myself dressed in the most ridiculous T-shirt and sweat pants. I know I didn’t put them on.” She felt a flush creep up her face as she verbalized her embarrassment.

Nikolav chuckled again. “Belinda, yes you did. Trust me, I wasn’t sure you were lucid enough to manage changing alone, but you did. Obviously you weren’t lucid enough to remember it, though. Yes, I went through your things to find you something to wear, but I left you in the bathroom to put them on. What you were wearing when I arrived needed to be burned.”

Now she was even more embarrassed. “Oh. Okay. Fine. Good. But still. I think I can handle myself around your friend. You act as if I’m unable to ward off random male advances.” In reality, she sort of was—at least when it came to Nikolav. If he stepped any closer, she might fling herself at him to see how his lips tasted and to feel his firm chest pressed against hers.

Hell, if he reached for her himself, she would be complete putty.

So maybe there was some merit to his concern, but not with regard to Sergei. Sure, the man was just as enormous and built and tall and sexy, but he didn’t do it for her like Nikolav did.

The broody vampire expression she often found on Nikolav’s face made her panties wet. In fact, she reached for her throat with one hand to rub her neck, shivering at the thought of his lips on her. She really needed to stop reading vampire novels or get her head examined.

But it was difficult to avoid thinking of him as some sort of night stalker since his looks epitomized every male bloodsucker in every novel she’d ever read.

“Nevertheless, I don’t leave women I care about alone with Sergei for one minute. The man’s a chick magnet. He can draw a woman into his web in seconds and eat her up and spit her out.” He turned toward his dresser and opened a drawer. When he spun around again, he held out a black T-shirt.

She was still reeling from his description of Sergei. Was Nikolav concerned for her well-being out of sheer politeness, or did he want her for himself?

“You want something to sleep in? Or you gonna stand there all night and argue with me about who gets the bed?” He stepped closer, lifting the T-shirt higher and shaking it out.

She glanced at the bed. It was king-sized. This entire argument was unnecessary. They were grown adults. They could both sleep in his bed without mauling each other. It wasn’t as if there was some reason to maintain some level of propriety. Who cared?

She took the shirt from him and pulled it toward her chest. On her next breath, she realized what a mistake it would be to put it on. It smelled exactly like him. Even though it was clean and folded in the drawer, it held his scent.

“I’ll let you get some sleep.” He started to squeeze past her where she still stood blocking the doorway.

“This is silly. We can both sleep in that bed. It’s large enough that we’ll each have our own zip code. Just give me a few minutes to change.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Not a good idea.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re sexy and feisty and smart, and you smell like a million bucks. All qualities that will make it impossible for me to keep my hands to myself.” He grinned.

“So you’re saying Sergei isn’t the only one who can’t keep it in his pants for more than a few seconds?” What the hell was making her tempt him like this? She needed to shut her mouth and stop pushing.

But it was too easy. And she stood taller after he presented her with all those characteristics, making her feel like she was the best catch on the planet. Did he truly see her that way?

He chuckled. “Woman…”

She set a hand on his rock-hard chest and pushed him out the door. “Give me five minutes.” Before he could speak again, she pushed the door closed, leaving him standing in the hall.

Before she could change her mind, she crossed the room, stripped out of her clothes, and put the T-shirt on. Dressed in nothing but her panties and the shirt that hung halfway down her thighs, she folded her clothes and set them on the desk chair.

And then she went back to open the door.

Nikolav was exiting the bathroom across the hall. His gaze met hers and then roamed down her body. He followed her back into the room and closed the door once more.

“Which side do you want me to take?”

He shook his head and smirked. “Any side you want,” he replied as if there were more than two options. “I won’t be in it with you.”

She set her hands on her hips. “Do you have some crazy notion that sleeping in the same room with me will somehow taint my reputation or give people the wrong idea? Because I’m thirty years old. And so are you. If I wanted to sleep with you—have sex, I mean—I would do so with no regrets. Don’t tell me you’ve never slept with a woman you just met.” No way would she believe that. Every time Nikolav left the house, he undoubtedly had women vying for his attention.

He lifted a brow and crossed his arms, his legs spread and feet planted. “You telling me you frequently sleep with men you’ve just met?”

She hesitated. She should lie. But it wasn’t in her nature. “No. But that’s not the point. I could if I wanted to.”

“Do you?”

Hell yes. “Do you?”

He rubbed his head and turned around to face the wall. “Woman, you’re making my brain hurt.” He pointed behind him toward the bed. “Get in. If I argue with you about this any longer, I’m going to get a headache.”

She scrambled onto the closest side of the bed, next to the door, and pulled the covers over her chest. His comforter was a fluffy chocolate brown, and the sheets matched.

Nikolav blew out a breath, turned around, and headed for the other side of the bed. Her breath caught when he tugged his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.

She only had a moment to examine the tattoo reaching across one shoulder and down his arm. But she caught some sort of wings. He turned out the light on the bedside table and then tugged off his jeans, letting them fall on the floor. Enough light showed through the sides of the blinds to illuminate him.

Wearing nothing but boxer briefs, he slid into his side of the bed flat on his back.

Belinda’s adrenaline was still pumping through her veins from the busy day, the chase through the Chicago streets, and hours of perfecting her notes for Chicago Multimedia. There was no way she could possibly sleep anytime soon, but she needed to at least lie still so Nikolav could sleep.

Every breath made her slowly regret her decision to share this bed, this room, or even this apartment. Everything smelled like him. His T-shirt, his sheets, the pillow, the air in the room…

Masculine with the faint scent of whatever soap he used. Visions of crossing into his time zone on the other side of the enormous bed and snuggling into his side made her mouth water.

She would never be able to sleep.

“You’re breathing like you just ran a fast mile,” he muttered.

“I’m pretty sure that’s your fault.” It totally was. He managed to keep her off-kilter constantly, whether intentional or not.

He groaned, turning onto his side to face away from her and punching his pillow into submission.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I feel like I’ve been picked up by a tornado and dumped in another dimension. First food poisoning. Then a long day of work. Then masked gunmen chasing me through Chicago after attempting to blow me to pieces with an explosion. Then I meet with the FBI. The FBI? Whoever meets with the FBI? And then I have to put any normal response to too much stimuli aside and work in the middle of the night.

“On top of all that, a gigantic, brooding, bossy vampire is following me around, and I have no idea what intentions he has concerning me.

“So, yeah. I’m struggling to catch my breath, and I won’t be able to fall asleep for hours. I offered to sleep in another room or even the floor. I have nothing of my own with me but the clothes on my back. I met the man in the bed next to me yesterday while I was leaning over the toilet, and there are three other people in the apartment I met briefly.

“I have no idea what I’m supposed to do tomorrow. I have a job to do that’s suddenly limited by the FBI, and chances are I’m going to have a battle on my hands the first time I mention going to work. I—”

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through. After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.

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My Review of Becca Jameson’s Guard – Underground Series Book 3


The Underground Series
Becca Jameson’s spin-off of her wildly popular series
The Fight Club
featuring those insanely sexy Russian fighters. They long for a good, clean life totally unlike that they lived on the streets of Russia, and left Vegas for the Chicago underground fight scene. But trouble follows them, and they get caught up in some distastefully dirty Russian mob dealings.
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Haley Sullivan has been through hell and back. Mistaken for homeless, she was snatched off the street by the Russian Mafia and injected with an unknown substance for two weeks. Confused and scared out of her mind, she manages to get her hands on a gun and shoots randomly at a group of men, hoping to escape.

With Mikhail Dudko has followed two Russian idiots who work for the Mafia after a strange ransom exchange. After a shootout that leaves the two mobsters dead—along with the owner of the house—he’s shocked to find the initial shooter to be a frightened, drugged, redheaded woman who takes his breath away in an instant.

But Haley’s saga has just begun. The Russian Mafia wants her back. And Mikhail finds himself glued to her side twenty-four-seven in an effort to protect her. As he falls harder for her every day, he realizes she’s everything he could ever ask for in a woman: gorgeous, kindhearted, and…submissive.

Haley has a lot to work through. The last thing she needs is a man breathing down her back night and day. An enormous man who fights mixed martial arts for an underground Mafia ring and spends the rest of his time bossing her around in a way that makes her heart beat rapidly and her toes curl under just looking at him.

Has she changed? Or did she always have a latent need to be dominated in her blood?

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This tale just keeps getting better and better. Each book unveils a new aspect of our main mystery. That mystery, what is Anton Yenin cooking up in his labs and how soon can the FBI put him out of business?

We start this installment right where we left off, after Haley is rescued from the clutches of Dr. Ted Christianson. Mikhail hasn’t left her. Providing her with safety and security on the inside of her apartment while the FBI is outside. From the moment he carried her from the doctor’s house Mikhail has been fighting his feelings. He wants her but he is a dominant and needs a submissive. Every instinct he has says she is submissive, but would she be willing to try? Slow is the key here, maybe…

As their attraction grows so does the danger as Anton Yenin moves forward with his plans. Now even the FBI is suspect as the tension rises.

Hot Russian MMA fighters and the strong women who come to love them. Sizzling hot scenes, lots of suspense and hold your breath action.

Read the excerpt below for one of my favorite scenes. I can’t wait to read the next one in this series Submit, which is waiting on my kindle now.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!!

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“Why do you do it?” she mumbled.“Do what?” His hand threaded deeper into her hair, forcing her face closer to his. Another few inches and she could get her wish to taste those luscious lips.“Stay here. With me,” she whispered. Why was she lying halfway on this man in nothing but a thin, tight camisole? Insanity was taking over.

“Because you don’t want to go to a safe house, and my apartment is crowded?” He smiled through his logic.

She stared at his lips as a smile spread. Her heart beat faster. She licked her own lips, her mouth suddenly dry.

Silence. Long moments of nothing but her heart rate pounding in her ears. She couldn’t remove her gaze from his mouth.

And then his hand flattened on the back of her head and he pressed gently. “Kiss me.” His voice was ragged. Deeper. Hoarse. He inhaled slowly, not pressing harder. Waiting.

She couldn’t move. She wanted those lips on her so badly. But should she? Weren’t they crossing into dangerous territory if she did so?

“Mikhail…” His name rolled off her tongue. So what if she threw caution to the wind and kissed this gorgeous man who was staying in her apartment? “I don’t want to make things awkward between us,” she told his lips.

“They don’t have to be awkward.”

“But we’re…”

“We’re what? We met. We have a connection. We’re permitted to act on it. There’s no law that says otherwise.”

She wiggled out of his grip and hauled herself to sitting next to him. “There’s the fact that I need you. I don’t want to ruin our friendship because I don’t think I can stay here alone right now.” She crossed her legs and fumbled with her fingers in her lap. “I’m not being fair at all. I know that. But you make me safe. My world’s upside down, and the only times I feel normal are when you’re close. It’s not rational.”

He stroked his hand down her arm and cupped her elbow. “Not everything has to be rational. It just is. There’s a chemistry between us, and you know it. I’ve done my best to keep my distance, let you clear your brain of all the drugs, give you time to put your head on straight.

“But it’s been almost three weeks. I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t been attracted to you from the moment I saw you. I’ve tried to talk myself out of it, but every time I lose.”

She watched his face closely. He was dead serious. And his voice… Damn his voice. His Russian accent tingled down her spine every time he spoke. But right now… His hoarse deep timbre… God…

“You’re so gorgeous.” He touched her hair again. “I love these curls. I love your porcelain skin. I love the way you cross your feet under you nearly every time you sit anywhere. When you laugh, it lights up your face. When you cry, it burns in my chest.” He rubbed a hand between his pecs.

She stopped breathing. Was it possible he was as attracted to her as she was to him?

“If you don’t feel the same, just say so, and I won’t ever mention it again.”

Seconds ticked by again. She slowly lifted her gaze to his face, seeing the vulnerability there. The man laid all the cards down. Without hesitating another moment, she lurched forward and set her mouth on his. She intended to keep it simple, express her agreement with her lips, but that’s not how it went.

As soon as she felt his warm full soft lips, she angled to one side and pressed harder, deepening the kiss. She’d never in her life been this brazen.

But then again, a sexy Russian fighter had never slept for three weeks on her couch.

His lips were everything she imagined and more. Soft. Delicious. And Lord the man knew how to use them.

When she licked the seam between them to tease him with her tongue, her world flipped upside down.

Literally.

He grabbed her shoulders and switched positions with her so she was flat on her back and he hovered over her. Except he didn’t hover. Not at all.

He never broke the kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and devoured her, one hand cupping her face with fingers so broad they extended from the back of her head, over her cheek, and down her neck. His palm rested on her shoulder.

When she moaned into his mouth, he tossed one leg over hers, nudging her knees apart to situate his thigh between them.

She grabbed his forearm with one hand and cupped the back of his head with the other. Holy smokes. Her arousal shot through the roof. Brain cells leaked out onto the pillow. Every inhale filled her senses with more of him. Every swipe of her tongue filled her with his taste.

She molded her hands to his head and forearm, learning his feel. He was rock solid, and she loved it. She smoothed her hand down from his head to his neck and then his back. Every inch of him. Tight bundles of bulging muscles.

He eased his hand down from her face to her torso, spreading his fingers out until they stretched around to her back and down toward her belly. His thumb grazed the edge of her breast and made her arch into him.

He kept kissing her.

She never wanted him to stop.

A fire she hadn’t known existed lit inside her, warming her everywhere. She couldn’t stay still. She needed to move. Touch him everywhere. And she let her hands roam all over his back and down to his ass. So bold. The tight muscles of his butt made her even hotter.

Her nipples pressed against the cotton, abrading them. She wiggled her hips as her pussy came alive as if it had been in hibernation just waiting for the right person to come along and bring it back to life. Wetness leaked into her panties and probably through to her PJs.

She lifted her hips involuntarily, craving the friction against his thigh.

He obliged by pushing his knee up higher and thrusting it against her sex.

Oh. God.

She couldn’t breathe. So much sensation all at once firing from everywhere. She grabbed his shoulders finally and pushed, trying to break the contact. Her body was on overload, every synapse firing at once. No room to think.

Mikhail broke the kiss when she shoved on his chest. His breathing was heavy and erratic. He set his forehead against hers as he caught his breath. His thumb stroked over the curve of her breast.

Suddenly she was self-conscious. This man was a god. His body was a vessel of perfection. She was a skinny redhead with nowhere close to the same level of experience as he clearly had.

After all, he’d managed to scramble her mind in seconds.

“Mikhail…” His name rolled off her tongue so easily. Like honey. And she licked her lips as soon as she spoke. They were swollen. Wet from his kiss.

“Stop squirming, baby. Please.” He closed his eyes, but his mouth curved into a grin.

She froze, not realizing she was still rubbing herself against his bare thigh. The man wore nothing but boxers. “Sorry.” The word came out as a squeak. What was wrong with her?

His eyes popped open. “Don’t be. God, never be sorry for the way you feel. Especially if it’s hot and needy. It’s just that you’re making it difficult for me to be a gentleman here.”

His thumb. God, that thumb. He was driving her mad stroking it across the swollen globe. Every time she breathed, her chest rose up into his thumb tighter.

She opened her mouth, though she didn’t have any idea how to respond. Her face heated. There would be red splotches everywhere, even down her chest and across her breasts. She’d never been able to control that reaction to embarrassment.

Mikhail set a finger on her lips. “Shh. I can see the arguments running around in your head. Stop. Just let yourself feel.”

“I don’t…” she muttered against his finger.

He pressed harder. “I know.”

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My Review of Clinch – Book 2 in The Underground Series by Becca Jameson


The Underground Series
Becca Jameson’s spin-off of her wildly popular series
The Fight Club
featuring those insanely sexy Russian fighters. They long for a good, clean life totally unlike that they lived on the streets of Russia, and left Vegas for the Chicago underground fight scene. But trouble follows them, and they get caught up in some distastefully dirty Russian mob dealings.
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Dr. Katie Schwan has no idea what she’s getting into when she rushes to the back of a speakeasy to tend to an injured underground MMA fighter. But the hot Russian guy leading her to his friend has her attention.

Leo Gulin allows the sexy blonde to take his friend to her clinic. He hates that she inadvertently becomes a part of his deep-rooted problems with the Russian mafia. However, he can’t seem to stay away from her, even though she doesn’t need his problems on her doorstep or his dominance in her bedroom.

Months pass before Leo has the balls to ask her out, thinking the threat from the mafia has passed. But he’s wrong. And now Katie’s trapped in his world, and he must keep her safe from the multitude of people following them.

What does the mafia leader want? How can Leo convince Katie to accept him permanently in her bedroom and her life? He must, or risk losing her forever.

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This is an edgy series involving an evil Russian Mafia king and his son. With his son in jail Grigory Yenin has taken over the Vegas end of his interests. In the process he has neglected his son’s pet project Underground MMA fighting. This has allowed several of his fighters to leave Vegas to start over in Chicago under a much more amicable manager. One who gives a better split in the prize money and who is willing to help them start over.

The problem is Anton is out of prison and wants his fighters back. They are being watched, all of them and not by all good guys.

Katie treated Dmitry after his fight with Joe Manitoba, a fight he was threatened to lose, but didn’t. This occurred after being ditched by her date Mitchell, his main goal was to get his winnings.

Leo was slow to ask Katie out but has been bringing his friends to her clinic for treatment. Some things not bad enough to require medical attention.

Leo can’t resist the doctor and finally asks her out. Here is a favorite scene that had my blood curling.

Anton Yenin leaned back and to the side in his chair to extract the phone from his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID before taking the call. “This better be good, Millings.”

“It is. Dayton and I are at the fight tonight. Mikhail Dudko was just in the ring.”

“Yeah. Is this supposed to shock me? I know you didn’t call to tell me that.”

“No. Leo and Ivan were here too. And not alone.”

“Who were they with?”

“Leo was with that doctor. The one who treated Dmitry about six months ago before he took off. I looked into her. Name’s Kathryn Schwan.”

Anton knew exactly who Dr. Kathryn Schwan was. He’d been keeping an eye on her for months, ever since she became a pet project of Leo’s. Surely the man was fucking her. Not that Anton cared who fucked whom, but he did like to know who Leo was keeping company with.

Millings continued, “And Ivan was with a small pale blonde. Cute. Blue eyes. Ring a bell?”

“Mikhail’s sister?” Anton sat up straighter. He’d assumed for months that Alena was in the country. There was no record of her in Russia. He’d tapped every resource he had over there trying to locate her.

“That’s my assumption. She looks a lot like the girl in the picture you showed me. Older of course. But I’d bet money it’s her.”

Anton leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Excellent. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll arrange for someone to leave a subtle message for our friends. Stir the pot. Keep those assholes on their toes.”
Clinch (The Underground Book 2) (Kindle Locations 824-836). Hartwood Publishing.

Katie has been puzzled over blood results from the sample taken from Dmitry, now having treated Mikhail and seeing the same results. Her curiosity could very well unlock things better left unknown.

Lots of excitement and twists in this one. I loved every page turning minute!

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The Underground Series from Becca Jameson; My Review of Book 1: FORCE


The Underground Series
Becca Jameson’s spin-off of her wildly popular series
The Fight Club
featuring those insanely sexy Russian fighters. They long for a good, clean life totally unlike that they lived on the streets of Russia, and left Vegas for the Chicago underground fight scene. But trouble follows them, and they get caught up in some distastefully dirty Russian mob dealings.
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Lauren Schneider has been hiding from the Russians for six months. She’s stir crazy and finds it difficult to believe anyone is still hunting her. After all, the leader of the mob, Anton Yenin, who had her kidnapped in the first place, is behind bars. Why would he continue to pine over her? And then there’s Dmitry. That man is smoking hot…with his shaved head, tattooed arms, and bulging muscles. If he doesn’t make a move for her soon, she will self-combust.

Dmitry Volikov is a member of Anton Yenin’s stable of fighters. However, he secretly rescued Lauren from the Russians and has done everything in his power to keep her sequestered and therefore safe. His motives aren’t purely altruistic. He’s been in love with the gorgeous Lauren for over half a year. He and his partner, Mikhail, work hard at construction sites during the day, still managing to work out and fight for the underground MMA circuit on Friday nights. They’re supporting not only Lauren, but Mikhail’s sister, Alena.

Lauren is done hiding. When she sneaks out and gets a job at a local bar, Dmitry becomes frantic worrying about her safety—and by default his. If anyone finds her, she’s dead. If anyone finds her with him, they’re both dead. But Lauren is hard-headed. There’s no stopping her. Even their bourgeoning steamy relationship isn’t enough to keep her from defying logic. In the bedroom, she enjoys Dmitry’s dominant ways, but when it comes to the rest of her life, she’s hell on wheels.

Time is running out. Yenin won’t be in jail much longer. When he’s released, there’s little doubt he’ll round up his fighters. Paranoia sets in for both Dmitry and Lauren. Anyone could be following them. Or maybe they’re being ridiculously cautious. In any case, Dmitry is facing the fight of his life. He can’t leave Lauren at home, and she’s a moving target in the crowded underground venue. He has no choice but to rely on his close friends to keep her safe during the fight. When all hell breaks loose, will it destroy their world?

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I’m going to start by saying WOW! There is a lot going on in this book.

Lauren had been sucked in to this Russian mafia world and longed to be free. Instead she was kidnapped and then rescued by Dmitry. For a lot of the time since they fled to Chicago she has been teaching Mikhail’s sister Alena English. A quick learner she is now pretty fluent and Lauren is bored. Feeling trapped and bored as well as a burden, she sneaks out to get a job. Totally unaware of the danger she is putting all of them in.

Dmitry has been keeping her safe at least in his mind he is doing the right thing. His dominance is pretty overwhelming. What he thinks is best for her isn’t registering the way he means it. This is both culture differences and Lauren’s stubborn streak.

A favorite scene after she gives him a piece of her mind over his objections to her getting a job and plans to move out.

Shit. She had him under a spell. It wasn’t a surprise. He’d been living on borrowed time since the day he took her from that cabin outside Vegas. Sooner, actually. If he were honest, he’d have to admit, at least to himself, he fell in love with her weeks before that day.

“You’re exquisite. The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He stepped closer, released one hand, and lifted his palm to cup her breast.

Lauren gasped at the contact, but instead of stepping away from his touch, she arched into his hand.

He groaned.

“Why?” Her voice was so small, he almost didn’t hear her.

Finally, he flicked his thumb over her nipple, loving the way she responded to him, and forced himself to lower his hand before he lost all control. He was like a teenage boy, probably even drooling. And with good reason. He’d been celibate as long as she had. His cock was in such a state of denial, it pressed against his jeans, pleading for release from its prison.

He’d had plenty of opportunity to fuck anyone he wanted over the months, but he wanted Lauren, not some piece of ass in a bar. No one compared to her. And so he’d lived with the self-imposed denial.

“Why, Dmitry?” she repeated.

He met her gaze. He owed her this. “Because you were hurting. The last thing you needed was another Russian asshole trying to get in your pants.”

“What if that was what I wanted? Did you ever stop to consider that?”

He shook his head briskly. “Didn’t matter. It wasn’t the right time. There was no way in hell either of us could have known what was real if I’d taken advantage of you when we first arrived here. I didn’t rescue you so I could fuck you, Lauren. I did it so you could have a chance at life.

“You were abused— emotionally, sexually, and physically.” He winced, hating saying those words out loud. But they were true.

“It wasn’t quite as bad as you make it out to be,” she muttered, another shiver rushing down her body. She stepped back, tugging on the hand he still held.

“Don’t.”

She stopped, sucking in a deep breath.

“Please,” he added. “Let me look. I’ve waited so long to see you.”

“You made me feel like the least desirable woman on the planet.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry. It was my method of self-preservation. self-preservation. I told myself if I managed to keep you completely covered in baggy clothes and gave you very little makeup or hair accessories, you would somehow be less attractive to me, and I could manage to occupy the same air you breathed without slamming you into a wall and fucking you.”
Becca Jameson. Force (Kindle Locations 425-449). Hartwood Publishing.

I love the way he shows her true dominance in the bedroom and the way they fight. I was scared for both of them, this is a nail-biter. The guys are being watched by people hired by Anton Yenin’s men and don’t know it. Lots of suspense and curiosity about the lab that Yenin has in Vegas. I couldn’t stop reading. Fortunately the second book is out today!

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Release Day – Spotlight On: The Prize by Becca Jameson – Claiming Her – Book 3


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On the outside, Meagan Hollister appears to have it all—including a successful career. On the inside, a fifteen-year-old secret torments her, and the horrors she faced as a child are about to come back to haunt her.

Parker Darwin has been pursuing Meagan since the day they met. Though they’ve shared several steamy encounters, when he pushes for commitment—and submission in the bedroom—she runs cold.

Meagan’s past catches up fast and, terrified, she goes into hiding, feeding Parker only the vaguest of details. He has fallen hard. Even her reluctance to give herself over to him doesn’t hide her naturally submissive tendencies. But she holds her secrets close.

When all hell breaks loose, she insists on handling her problems alone. She can’t imagine a life that includes Parker—not permanently anyway. The hurdles are too high. The damage to her psyche is too extensive.

But will Parker accept Meagan’s insistent denial? Or will he breach her walls and show her another possibility?

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Once again I have started a series somewhere in the middle instead of the beginning. That said, know I have already acquired the first two.

This book just jumps right in with a scene so hot I thought my kindle was going to melt. Trust me when I say this book will not cool off anytime soon. Well it does but not for very long.

The secret Meagan is keeping hidden should never have been. Even with her therapy she hasn’t dealt with everything. Her attraction to Parker, her undeniable submissive tendencies could bring her happiness with him as her Dom. If she would only let him all the way in.

Parker is patient but knows there is something she keeps hidden. When all hell breaks loose, Meagan continues to deny him what he desires most. Her submission, to him, forever. While he asks her often in this book this is one of my favorites.

A few seconds ticked by, unnerving me while his gaze penetrated my body. I couldn’t see him, and he had full view of me.
“When was the last time you had a serious relationship?”
“Never.”
“Never,” he repeated. “I see.”
Did he?
He set his hands on both sides of my head and leaned forward. His lips hit mine, softening me with their touch. And then he spoke against my mouth. “Submit to me. No one will know. I promise. We’ll keep it to ourselves for as long as you desire. You can trust me.”
The Prize (Kindle Locations 399-404). Becca Jameson. Kindle Edition.

 

I was really angry at many people in this book especially her parents and therapist. They should never have let her get away with the things she did. In spite of her physical age, her mentality dealing with the situation was that of a scared 10 year old. I kept waiting for her to wake up and smell the coffee. A quick satisfying read, one with suspense, sizzling hot sex, submission and a red hot Dom.

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“Parker… Oh. My. God.”
That was all I managed to say before he threw his hand over my mouth.
I moaned into his palm in the near darkness, letting my head fall back against the wall so he could nibble a path up toward my ear. Lights wouldn’t have done me any good anyway since my vision was currently completely blurred. The dim light from under the closed door was enough.
His lips hit my ear. “I’m certain…” He thrust into me harder. “You don’t want…” And again, deeper. “Anyone to…” He pulled almost out. “Hear us…” He released my mouth and stroked his fingers down to cup my breast. The lace of my bra rubbed against my nipple, making me arch into his touch.
I grabbed his biceps and tugged his muscular body closer. “Do. Not. Stop.” My voice didn’t sound like me at all, but Jesus, I needed to come.
Again.
I’d had the first orgasm within moments of shutting the door to the janitor’s closet. What I wanted now was a mind-blowing vaginal orgasm. A slice of pure heaven. And something I’d only ever experienced under Parker Darwin’s control. Two times so far. I intended to make it three.
He chuckled. “Honey, I’m not in the habit of taking orders from my women.”
I gripped him harder while he held himself at my entrance, not thrusting back into me like my body craved. I released his arms to slide my hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks. “Please.” I tried to at least sound contrite. At that point I was willing to do almost anything to reach my goal.
Parker slammed back into me, pressing my back against the wall.
I released his face to wrap my fingers around the narrow counter under my ass for balance. My dress was bunched up around my waist, but it didn’t hinder my clit from rubbing against the base of Parker’s cock with every thrust.
So close…
“Come for me, Meagan.”
With his words, I shattered, my pussy grasping at his cock. My clit pulsed with raw need. A squeal escaped my lips, but Parker covered my mouth again and held his hand firmly against my lips.
“That’s it, honey. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come.”
I groaned around his palm as he continued to thrust into me until he stopped abruptly, buried to the hilt, and let his own release fill the condom.
When he was spent, he heaved for air, his forehead leaning against mine. His hands smoothed up the bodice of my dress and over my shoulders until he threaded them into my hair.
I was going to have to do some serious surgery on my curls before I would be presentable enough to return to the reception.
“Submit to me,” he whispered against my mouth.
“Never,” I responded, giving him a brief kiss.
Even his lips were perfect. Soft. Sure. Maddening. He smiled against me.
The first time we’d had sex—two weeks ago after the bachelor and bachelorette parties of our respective best friends—he’d used those lips alone to make me come. And then he’d used his thick length to drive his point home.
He was right. The chemistry between us was intense.
I had assumed the secret, middle-of-the-night booty call had been a one-time event. We had both been a little tipsy, and the air was charged around us. We were staying at Cade and Amy’s house where Cade was fucking his fiancée, and our other two friends, Cheyenne and Riley, were engaged in not-so-subtle sex themselves. Both sets of friends right under our noses.
Who could blame us? No one was ever the wiser.
Until last night, we hadn’t spoken or seen each other since that night two weeks ago.
The rehearsal dinner.
I began fidgeting under his intense scrutiny the moment we arrived. I bit my bottom lip between my teeth a dozen times to keep from being obvious. But it wasn’t easy. Parker lit a fire in me I never knew existed. He was tall with broad shoulders and thick, dark chocolate hair that begged me to run my fingers through it. When he smiled, it reached from ear to ear, bringing out a dimple on both cheeks.
After the rehearsal dinner, we fucked in the back seat of his limo, heedless of the driver in the front seat.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I’d never had sex this good. And worse, I probably never would again.
I was perfectly willing to keep the liaison going as long as we were both on the same page.
Was I interested in submitting to him and his lifestyle?
Fuck no.
If he wanted to fuck me in a closet until my brain rattled, I was game. Bring it on.
Parker pulled out slowly and removed the condom, wrapping it in a tissue. “You’re so loud.”
I smiled and shrugged while I hopped down from the perfectly positioned narrow counter and reached for my panties on the ground. “You managed to muffle me okay.”
“You think anyone missed us?”
I tugged my dress over my hips, grateful Amy had chosen black, fitted evening gowns for her formal wedding. The silky material fell back into place around my legs, reaching my ankles. The long slit up the side had totally worked in my favor. Parker had ogled my bare leg at least a dozen times during the wedding, pictures, and dinner. And he flipped on the light and did so again now.
I squinted at the brightness while adjusting the bodice around my boobs. They weren’t the largest set, but they were ample for my narrow frame, and I had to admit they looked incredible in this dress. Thin straps over my shoulders held the dress up, but the low V and the way the silk gathered under my breasts made them seem quite prominent.
Parker’s gaze skated up from my exposed leg to my chest. “Woman…” He reached between my breasts, pinched the fabric of my dress and bra with two fingers, and pulled both layers down until my nipple popped free.
“Parker…” My voice was breathy. How could he make me so horny again after two fantastic orgasms? My nipple puckered.
He lowered his head and sucked the sensitive tip into his mouth.
Hard.
I rose onto my tiptoes and grabbed his waist. He needed to stop this madness, or we really would be missed. As it was, we were safe. We’d only been gone a few minutes, and the reception was now well underway with the lights dim and the dancing in full swing.
He lifted his gaze to meet mine. “Submit to me,” he murmured again.
I smiled broader, fighting the effect he had on me. My nipple stood at attention, the cool air of the room wafting over the tip to tease me. “Not in this lifetime.”
He smirked. “I’ll wear you down.”
I lifted my brows. “Don’t count on it.”

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