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Venom by Rick Remender Vol. You rock. He stared, his gaze searingly intense. After a long, hot shower, I made my way into the living room and found Cary on the couch with his netbook, looking fresh and alert. She has not tried to approach me.
The sensory input was astonishing—the smell of vehicle exhaust mixed with food from vendor carts, the shouts of hawkers blended with music from street entertainers, the awe-inspiring range of faces and styles and accents, the gorgeous architectural wonders.
And the cars. Jesus Christ. Real New Yorkers cruised right through it all, their love for the city as comfortable and familiar as a favorite pair of shoes. I was starry-eyed and it showed. So I had to really work at playing it cool as I made my way over to the building where I would be working. I wanted to make a living based on my own merits, and that meant an entry-level position. I respected that. I suspected Stanton did, too, although he would never admit it.
It was a point of pride for my father. Knowing it was pointless to get riled up over old frustrations, I focused on getting to work as quickly as possible.
I tipped my head back and followed the line of the building all the way up to the slender ribbon of sky. I pulled my new ID card out of the inner pocket of my pants and held it up for the two guards in black business suits at the desk.
I was walking toward the bank of elevators when a svelte, beautifully groomed brunette caught her purse on a turnstile and upended it, spilling a deluge of change. I winced in sympathy and crouched to help the woman collect her money, as did one of the guards.
I smiled back. The custom three-piece suit hit more than a few of my hot buttons, but it was the tall, powerfully lean body inside it that made it sensational. He sank into an elegant crouch directly in front of me. Hit with all that exquisite masculinity at eye level, I could only stare. Then something shifted in the air between us. As he stared back, he altered. The intense magnetism he exuded grew in strength, becoming a near-tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power.
Reacting purely on instinct, I shifted backward. Inky black hair framed a breathtaking face. Those eyes narrowed slightly, his features otherwise schooled into impassivity. His dress shirt and suit were both black, but his tie perfectly matched those brilliant irises. My heartbeat quickened; my lips parted to accommodate faster breaths. He smelled sinfully good. Not cologne. Body wash, maybe. Or shampoo. Whatever it was, it was mouthwatering, as was he.
With a shaky inhalation, I placed my hand in his. My pulse leaped when his grip tightened. His touch was electric, sending a shock up my arm that raised the hairs on my nape. It brought sex to mind. Extraordinary sex. I thought for a moment that he might be able to make me orgasm just by talking long enough. My lips were dry, so I licked them before answering. We maintained eye contact because I was unable to look away. Younger than thirty would be my guess, but his eyes were much worldlier.
Hard and sharply intelligent. I felt drawn to him, as if a rope bound my waist and he were slowly, inexorably pulling it. Blinking out of my semidaze, I released him.
I looked at him in his civilized, urbane, outrageously expensive suit and thought of raw, primal, sheet-clawing fucking. My brain stuttered back into gear. I was irritated with myself for feeling so awkward while he was so completely self-possessed. And why?
Because I was dazzled, damn it.
He glanced up at me, and the pose—him nearly kneeling before me—skewed my equilibrium again. He held my gaze as he rose. You should sit down for a minute. To him. I talked over her. Get a grip. Five minutes with Mr. I could still feel the pull of him, the inexplicable urge to go back inside where he was.
How many times was I going to make an ass of myself in one day? In seconds all the parties would forget the exchange, which was just one beat in the natural tempo of the city. Ah, New York, I thought, feeling settled again. You rock. By the time it was over, I felt more like myself. His lashes were enviably thick and long, while his head was shaved bald.
With a little training you could be a literal knockout. In a city like New York, knowing self-defense is imperative.
It was direct, like his gaze, and his smile was genuine. He wore a black sleeveless shirt and long shorts. His Converse sneakers looked comfortably beat up, and tribal tattoos peeked out from his collar. Have fun? I told him about the kickboxing class and Parker Smith. He set a bowl in front of me.
It contained tiny tubes of salad noodles covered in a skimpy tomato sauce with lumps of ground beef and peas. What is it? I caught the handle of the spoon sticking out of the bowl and decided not to comment on the food. I thought that was me. Do tell me more. I watched him take a couple bites of his own concoction before I felt brave enough to try it myself. Blond or dark? Built or lean? Eye color? Lean and built. Blue eyes. Filthy rich, judging by his clothes and accessories.
And he was insanely sexy. This guy had it all. In my mind, I remembered his breathtaking face with crystal clarity. It should be illegal for a man to be that mind-blowing.
I was still recovering from the frying of my brain cells. Cary set his elbow on the counter and leaned in, his long bangs covering one vibrant green eye. Or else I was just starving. Still, he somehow managed to pick the wrong partner every time. Forget the real guy. Just use his face in your fantasies and make him perfect there.
I shoved everything else out of my mind and focused on him and his growing success. The demand for Cary Taylor was increasing by the day, and he was building a reputation with photographers and accounts for being both professional and prompt. I was thrilled for him and so proud. He loves your mom. He loves spoiling your mom, and your mom loves spoiling you.
He does it for her. A bombshell dress for you and a Brioni tux for me, because buying gifts for me is what he does for you. Thank God he knows that. Take a look. I was hairinept, but he could create styles that were glamorous masterpieces. Before me was a wall of bulletproof glass that framed the double-door entrance to the reception area.
The receptionist at the crescent-shaped desk saw the badge I held up to the glass. She was mixed race, a little bit Asian for sure, and very pretty. Her hair was dark and thick and cut into a sleek bob that was shorter in the back and razor sharp in the front. Her sloe eyes were brown and warm, and her lips were full and naturally pink. One was mine and I went straight to it. One was a framed collage of three photos—me and Cary on Coronado Beach, my mom and Stanton on his yacht in the French Riviera, and my dad on duty in his City of Oceanside, California, police cruiser.
Against the backdrop of sky and skyscrapers, Mark looked accomplished and powerful. He leaned back and smiled. Do you miss the palm trees? The humidity here is taking some getting used to. Mark touched bases with two clients and had a long meeting with the creative team working on concept ideas for a trade school.
Eva Tramell speaking. When I reached the bank of elevators, I pulled out my cell to text a quick On my way note to Cary. When the doors opened, I took a step forward. I glanced up to watch where I was going and blue eyes met mine.
My breath caught. The sex god was the lone occupant. I had never seen hair that purely black. It was glossy and slightly long, the ends drifting over his collar. As my mother would say, only rogues and raiders had hair like that. My hands clenched against the urge to touch it, to see if it felt like the rich silk it resembled. The doors began to close. How did he know my name? For a second, I debated telling him I was waiting for someone so I could take another car down, but my brain lurched back into action.
What the hell was wrong with me? If only. I stepped into the car. The doors closed and the elevator began its descent. I immediately regretted my decision to share the car with him.
Awareness of him prickled across my skin. He was a potent force in such a small enclosure, radiating a palpable energy and sexual magnetism that had me shifting restlessly on my feet. My breathing became as ragged as my heartbeat.
I felt that inexplicable pull to him again, as if he exuded a silent demand that I was instinctively attuned to answering. My heart was racing in my chest, my stomach quivering madly. And getting better as it progresses. I stepped back to make room for them, retreating into the opposite corner of the elevator from Dark and Dangerous.
Except he sidestepped along with me. He adjusted his perfectly knotted tie, his arm brushing against mine as he did so. It was impossible. He was just so there. Right there. All perfect and gorgeous and smelling divine. My thoughts ran away from me, fantasizing about how hard his body might be beneath the suit, how it might feel against me, how well endowed—or not—he might be.
When the car reached the lobby, I almost moaned in relief. The sensation of his touch on such a vulnerable place rippled through me. We reached the turnstiles and his hand fell away, leaving me feeling oddly bereft. I glanced at him, trying to read him, but although he was looking at me, his face gave nothing away. He was wearing jeans that showcased his mile-long legs and an oversized sweater in soft green that emphasized his eyes. He easily drew the attention of everyone in the lobby.
Cary whistled as the car pulled away. From the way you were looking at him, that was the guy you told me about, right? My brain sort of fried for a minute. I need a drink. Bring your tablet. Can you work late tonight?
Is that timeline usual? But to be fair, the RFP provides a lot more information than it asks for in return. Par for the course when dealing with Cross Industries.
I thought I was the only one. No news can be good news. Besides research vodka and stay late. Mark activated the speaker and kept working. I forgot. A snort came clearly across the line. Does she like Chinese? He grinned. I watched them interact and felt awe and a dash of envy. Their relationship was so beautifully functional that it was a joy to spend time with them.
Where does it go? Maybe that helps. I could win money betting on how much she can eat. I knew you had a bit of a wild streak. Mark saved me. And what do you know about wild women anyway? They like our perspective. I wanted to see if hetero sex lived up to the hype. Steven shrugged. Mark insisted on calling me a cab. Steven bumped shoulders with Mark. I put the toilet seat down. Hanging baskets of ferns and lilies fragranced the air and a smoky glass security entrance was sandblasted with Cross Industries in a bold, masculine font.
We were buzzed in, and then asked to wait a moment. Mark looked at me with twinkling eyes as the receptionist reached for the door handle. I made sure to smile brightly as I stepped inside. My abrupt stop bottlenecked the threshold and Mark ran into my back, sending me stumbling forward. The air left my lungs in a rush, followed immediately by every bit of common sense I possessed. Even through the layers of clothing between us, his biceps were like stone beneath my palms, his stomach a hard slab of muscle against my own.
When he sucked in a sharp breath, my nipples tightened, stimulated by the expansion of his chest. Oh no. I was cursed. It was a memorable one. He was dressed in black again, with both his shirt and tie in a soft gray. As always, he looked too good. What would it be like to be that amazing looking? There was no way he could go anywhere without causing a disturbance. Reaching out, Mark steadied me and eased me back gently. Okay then. I admired how cool Mark remained under pressure—pressure exerted by Cross, who easily dominated the meeting.
What would entice you to try Kingsman, Eva? He was just so. Cross, but if you must know, I think sexy luxury on a budget will appeal to the largest demographic. Rising to my feet, I led the way to the door. I was hyperaware of Cross walking beside me. The way he moved, with animal grace and arrogant economy, was a major turn-on. Cross stayed with me all the way to the bank of elevators.
He said a few things to Mark about sports, I think, but I was too focused on the way I was reacting to him to care about the small talk. I inhaled sharply. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. He reached out to steady me, but I held him at bay with an uplifted hand. Dear God. The ding that signaled the approaching elevator made me jump, I was strung so tight. Never been so scorchingly attracted to another human being.
I stepped into the elevator and faced him. He smiled. Should I make dinner reservations for you and Steven? Pure Food and Wine at seven, if they can squeeze us in. If not, surprise us. I skirted the four of them as quietly as possible and slid into my cubicle. I called Pure Food and Wine and begged for a table for two. Have fun! Asking for your boss in particular? Gideon Cross owns it. My eyes closed. Gideon Cross. I thought the name suited him. It was as sexy and elegantly masculine as the man himself.
Probably dozens of people to handle it. I really like it. I really like Mark. Travis says about calculated risks? When your shrink tells you to take some, you should take some. You can deal with it. You and Cross are both adults. Think of the stamina.
I hate feeling like a vagina with legs. But there has to be a better way to tell a woman you want to take her to bed. Let him lust after you until he has blue balls. Serves him right. Cary could always do that. The converted warehouse Parker Smith used as his studio was a brick-faced building in a formerly industrial area of Brooklyn presently struggling to revitalize. Cary and I sat in aluminum bleachers, watching a half dozen combatants on the mats below.
Even with padding, that had to sting. Krav Maga is brutal. He always does. He was a good instructor. Patient and thorough, and he explained things in an easy-to-understand way. His studio was in a rough neighborhood, but I thought it suited what he was teaching. The good ones always get snatched up quick. Mark walked me through the process of collecting information for an RFP, and he told me a little more about Cross Industries and Gideon Cross, pointing out that he and Cross were the same age.
It was just such a rush being near him. Plus he was a hell of a lot of fun to look at. I had nothing nearly as exciting planned for the weekend. Excusing myself, I rushed over to catch it.
How are you? Stanton always sounded like old money to me—cultured, entitled, and arrogant. Is everything okay? Is Mom all right? Your mother is wonderful, as always. I was grateful to him for a lot of things, actually, but it was sometimes hard to balance that against my feelings of disloyalty. Excuse me a moment. I look forward to seeing you. Then he slid behind the wheel and drove me downtown. Stanton came in shortly after my arrival, looking dapper and distinguished.
His hair was pure white, his face lined but still very handsome. His eyes were the color of worn blue denim, and they were sharp with intelligence. I stood as he approached, and he bent to kiss my cheek. But my gray eyes came from my dad. Men like Gideon Cross. I picked up my fork and started in on a chicken, cranberry, walnut, and feta salad.
It was delicious, and I was hungry. It took some time to calm her down and to assure her that I could make arrangements for you to pursue your interests in a safe manner. The casualness of his reply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, made me feel ill. My stomach churned, suddenly more interested in rejecting my lunch than digesting it.
It had nothing to do with saving me money. But it also gives her peace of mind. To spy on her grown daughter? Is she still seeing Dr. He coddled her. Indulged her. Spoiled her. And allowed her obsession with my safety to run wild.
She feels guilty for not protecting you. We need to give her a little latitude. How could my mom invade my privacy like that? Why would she? She was driving herself crazy, and me along with her. This will be much more convenient for you. I make my own decisions. And you. You need to eat.
Clancy drove me back up to midtown, while I stewed in the backseat. She was so emotional and fragile, and she loved me to the point of being crazy about it. As Clancy pulled away from the curb, I stood on the crowded sidewalk and looked up and down the busy street for either a drugstore where I could get some chocolate or a cellular store where I could pick up a new phone.
I needed work to distract me from my crazy-ass family. I appreciated the added time the stop gave me to enjoy the comfort of dark chocolate and caramel melting over my tongue. The doors slid apart and revealed Gideon Cross talking with two other gentlemen. When was I going to become immune? He glanced over and his lips curved into a slow, heart-stopping smile when he saw me.
Just my crappy luck. Stepping into the car, he lifted a hand to discourage them from following him. They blinked in surprise, glancing at me, then Cross, and then back again.
I stepped out, deciding it would be safer for my sanity to take a different car up. The doors shut and the elevator glided smoothly into motion. After dealing with Stanton, the last thing I needed was another domineering male trying to push me around. Cross caught me by the upper arms and searched my face with that vivid blue gaze.
Releasing me, he withdrew a lone key from his pocket and plugged it into the panel. Seeing him from behind was a revelation. His shoulders were nicely broad without being bulky, emphasizing his lean waist and long legs. The silky strands of hair falling over his collar tempted me to clench them and pull. I wanted him to be as pissy as I was. His shirt and tie were both the same rich cerulean as his irises. I expect most women are. His ease and unconcern aggravated me further.
Glad we got that cleared up. I forced myself not to move away or give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated. His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth, then lifted to his own. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you. He withdrew the key from the panel and the doors opened. He was buzzed through the security door so quickly there was no need for him to break stride.
The pretty redhead at the reception desk pushed hastily to her feet, about to impart some information until he shook his head impatiently. Her mouth snapped shut and she stared at me, her eyes wide, as we passed at a brisk pace. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a chrome coatrack. He was even yummier in just the vest. How strong his shoulders were.
He gestured toward a black leather sofa. The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business. Now, sit down. He dropped me on my butt, then sat next to me.
He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. So what do you want—exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced? And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me. Still, the dismay won out. Why even call it a fuck? My awareness of him heightened to a physically painful degree. His earthy amusement made him less sex god and more human.
Flesh and blood. I pushed to my feet and backed out of reach. Friendly even. With mutual respect at the very least. You want me to blur that line. When he stepped close enough, it surrounded me, closing me in with him.
Everything outside that bubble ceased to exist, while inside it my entire body strained toward his. God, he smelled good. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire for him.
I wanted him. But he was no good for me. Honestly, I could screw up my life on my own. He was as aroused as I was, his cock hard and thick against my lower back. I had almost no room to breathe. He stared, his gaze searingly intense. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long, leisurely licks. I pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own.
He pushed away from the door. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender. My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat. I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking.
He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down. Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet. I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Someone was behind him. I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like.
And I was late getting back to work. Leave me alone. Then he pulled down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands. We reached the door at the same time, and when I crouched to fetch my purse, he lowered with me. He caught my chin, forcing me to look at him.
I was aroused and mad and thoroughly embarrassed. I jerked my chin away. I want you so badly it hurts. In fact, the rawness of his hunger for me was a serious aphrodisiac. Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs. I needed to get away from him. And, when my workday was done, I needed to be alone with a big glass of wine. Cross stood with me. I set my hand over his and yanked on the handle, ducking under his arm to squeeze out the door. His secretary shoved quickly to his feet, gaping, as did the woman and two men who were waiting for Cross.
I heard him speak behind me. Not wanting to make a scene, I waited until we were by the elevators to pull away. He stood calmly and hit the call button. Tell me when, then. I shivered. Take a couple days to think. I had a late lunch with Mr. I just barely got back myself. My kickass Friday morning seemed to have happened days ago. But since I was still feeling shitty about my overly long lunch, I considered it penance and answered. It drove me nuts and it also broke my heart.
Thank you. Petersen say about you tracing my phone? Petersen knows I worry about you. Is your boss treating you well? The good ones always are. I loved it when she was happy. I wished she were happy more often. And I know Cary will love it.
My mother was rarely distracted for long. I answered with my usual greeting, but it lacked its usual punch. Still taste you. Nothing is coming to mind. But I do have some friendly advice. Go spend time with a woman who salivates at your feet and makes you feel like a god. Fuck her until neither of you can walk.
Dark and Dangerous for sure. In the interim, tell me what you do like. I have a date with my vibrator. Plus, I was having fun with him. What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B. Good night, Gideon. Grudgingly, I thought of Gideon Cross, who preferred to strip all intimacy out of the most intimate act I could imagine.
He was about my age, I guessed. Average height and nicely muscular. He had unruly blond hair, soft hazel eyes, and a nose that had clearly been broken at some point. I went to the wine fridge and pulled out a random bottle. Trey shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and rocked back on his heels, talking quietly with Cary as I uncorked and poured.
Classes will resume a week from Monday. It never ceased to amaze me how much cooperation money could buy. Your driver has the schedule.
See you then. Do you have time for pizza Wednesday night? Spill it, Eva. You looked stressed. How did you two meet? In an old-school way. He seemed great, and he obviously digs you. Is he studying photography? But forget about Trey for a minute. Get it out. Never even crossed my mind. And meet with Dr. Turn it over to her shrink. Do you still love it? Come on, Eva. What happened? I wanted his take on it all. I lifted my head to look at him, and found him bright-eyed and biting his lip.
What are you thinking? Just tell him what you want. What did I want? Aside from the obvious? Boil it down. Even a guy I take home from a bar has more going for him than that.
Come here often? What are you drinking? Like to dance? Do you work around here? I get it. Hit a bar. His clothes—black jeans and turtleneck—were more upscale, which intrigued me.
What he handed me was a business card made from papyrus paper and printed with a gilded font that caught the light of the electric signage around us. I made a mental note to hang on to it as a great piece of print advertising.
Cary squinted down at the lettering, having a few more drinks in him than I did. The line to get in was long, extending down the street and around the corner. We were shown to a small seating area by the balcony and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas. Enjoy your evening. Hanging out with my best girl and crushing on a new hunk in my life. Paired with black leather pants and spiked wristlets, it made him look sexy and wild.
I tried to think of a way I could help. Two guys stopped by our table. I glanced at Cary, and then back at the guys. They looked like brothers and they were very attractive. Nice to meet you. I seriously thought about it. I watched them all go, my heart racing. My gaze slid over him. I loved the look on him and was attracted to the softness it gave him, even though I knew it was only an illusion.
He was a hard man in a lot of ways. That he wanted to skip past the getting-to-know-you stage and jump straight into bed? So damn sexy. Is that a general like of the overall package? Or just the clothes? Only the sweater? I looked away. It was a lot easier talking about masturbation over the phone. Doing it while squirming under that piercing blue stare was mortifying.
I glared at him, even though I was mad at myself for caring either way. I own this club, Eva. A pretty waitress set two pinkish-colored iced drinks in square tumblers on the table. Two Stoli Elit and cranberries. Can I get you anything else? My nerves tingled. The working of his throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to me.
All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside me abruptly became too much to contain. Shocked by the fury of my reaction, I wrenched away, gasping. Gideon followed, nuzzling the side of my face, his lips brushing over my ear. Setting his drink down, he shifted on the sofa and drew a knee up onto the cushion between us so that he faced me directly. Your credit card popped and your drinks were recorded. And Cary Taylor is listed on the rental agreement for your apartment.
No way. Perhaps I'm just not the right sort of woman to read these types of books. I don't need my fiction strewn with glossy images of super-rich lifestyles, impossibly sculpted bodies, decorated with brand products, or have my fictional mental traumas used to such transparently sensational plot-driven ends.
The explicit sex doesn't compensate for the number of times I rolled my eyes while reading this. I miss reading stories about adults. Finally, I am quickly recognizing the blatantly mercenary strategy for publishers to manipulate readers into buying into a whole series by shoddily and abruptly ending the first book. Both this book and FSOG used this strategy. It is a supreme comment on how publishers - even the big ones like Random House and Penguin - have become nothing more than Mall-Chain discount sellers.
No wonder they are quickly loosing their legitimacy as arbiters of good fiction. View all 29 comments. Fell short of my expectations. I really wanted to like this book. The first few chapters held promise for me. I felt as though it was well written and had good dialogue. I assumed it would be everything I was searching for in my next read but, for me, it fell short. My biggest issues were being unable to connect with Gideon at all, and I didn't find that the characters ever came alive.
I never felt that the book expla Fell short of my expectations. I never felt that the book explained what made Eva so different in Gideon's eyes or why he had an immediate obsession with her. They used sex instead of talking through their horrific issues, and it seemed to fix everything and nothing at the same time. I don't mind a steamy read -- but I have to be emotionally connected to a story in order to appreciate it, and with this book, I just wasn't.
I know there is a sequel, which obviously will explain more of Gideon's character, but I just hate finishing an entire book feeling as though I don't know one of the lead characters. Book Stats: Fairly weak and unconvincing. Tormented and damaged. Alpha hero. Skimmed the surface of an in-depth storyline. Well-written and expressive. First person: Left open for more story. View all 53 comments. This is a sophisticated, provocative, titillating, highly erotic, sexually driven read and is extremely well done.
The title fits the book in more ways than one. It not only applies to the sexual nature of the book, but how Eva and Gideon give of themselves to one each other in body, mind, heart and soul.
Eva is a smart, self-assured woman who finds herself drawn to the charismatic, enigmatic Gideon. Their relationship is initially based solely on sex, but their connection is so po 5 Big Stars! Their relationship is initially based solely on sex, but their connection is so powerful, that they are overwhelmed with the need to be with one another. Most times their dates, rendezvous, encounters…whatever, result in some very primal raw sex. The two of them are insatiable, especially Gideon, who takes it to a level with Eva that leaves her completely undone.
Gideon is all about giving pleasure and then saving his for last. The misting fan could not compete with his exuberant bouts of sex, yet, none of this ever felt dirty, but necessary for the two of them.
Much of this has to do with the fact that Eva and Gideon are tormented from past trauma and this is a form of healing for them. So, as the book came to its conclusion the story of Eva and Gideon did not. I was satisfied enough that I could leave them for a while, but I need to know how this all plays out, and that my friends will remain to be seen…hopefully in October! In the meantime I can't recommend this book enough, you will run the gambit of emotions while you join Eva and Gideon on their quest to find themselves and each other.
This is my Gideon I know he doesn't have blue eyes, but the rest Just my thoughts on this matter! There is no doubt that EL James is a gifted author, but Sylvia Day is a talented, skilled writer and has written an exceptional book. So, if I had to choose between the two…Bared to You Crossfire by Brandon Flowers http: Hermosos y perfectos los dos, pero ambos esconden pasados abusivos.
Gideon Cross, dark-haired, blue-eyed, 28, owner of half NY!?! Beautiful and perfect both, but both hide abusive pasts. When they know each other they have the feeling of belonging, but their past will not be easy. In what they will not have any problem is in the sex because they have a tremendous chemistry. The name of the book not only has to do with physical nudity which exists in excess in the book but how Eva presents herself to Gideon and teaches him everything that she is and tells him about her past.
It's an erotic book, but with an interesting story. Hot, passionate and totally addictive read. The chemistry between Eva and Gideon, explodes on the page. They are made for each other. They're not perfect, as they have their own issues to deal with.
But as they work themselves through it, you'll be taken on an emotional ride like no other. Wow, what a ride! Gideon If you want a great story with a lot of heat, you can't go wrong with this book. Loved it!
View all 54 comments. Aug 23, Jessica Edwards rated it liked it Shelves: What to say? Bared to you centers around Eva Tramell, a twenty four year old woman who is a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. Eva finds it extremely hard at times to overcome this past, but she is drawn to young, billionaire Gideon Cross as soon as she meets him.
It is later revealed in the book that Gideon is also a childhood sexual abuse survivor. The two must find a way to heal each other in order to move on from their pasts and establish a healthy romantic relationship.
I used to love What to say? I used to love reading books about hot men who are playboys, but if I'm being honest, it now bores me because this kind of story is being repeated all the time. I've actually had enough! Like I want something different for once! Not the same thing being repeated multiple freaking times! Can you tell I'm frustrated with this!? In this book, when I saw that a sex scene was coming up, I skipped all the pages and sighed to myself saying, 'Yup, another one.
And with this series I thought after Entwined with you The men in these series really have a problem, like how many times do you need to get laid I don't know maybe I'm just not in the mood to read this kind of genre anymore View all 5 comments. In order not to step on anyone's toes or hurt anyone's feelings I won't rate Bared to You.
As far as I can judge, Bared to You is a sensitive topic because it's already related to Fifty. Frankly, it's not my intention to start a turmoil by writing a negative review. When I'm reviewing a book I want to be able to write about my feelings. I want to be honest, and a review should always reflect my emotions why I didn't like a book.
Naturally it's the same the other way In order not to step on anyone's toes or hurt anyone's feelings I won't rate Bared to You. Naturally it's the same the other way round.
With that said, I'm trying to write my reviews in an open and respectable manner. I know this is not always possible--sometimes we get out of line. We all know that tastes and opinions tend to differ. And that's all right--that's the beauty of books. Bared to You did not work at all for me for numerous reasons. My rating would have been very low and I'll be honest when I'm gonna say that my review would have been the opposite of flattering. Even though I'm happy for those readers who loved the book, I demand that you respect my point of view as well when I say this was a bad book for me.
Needless to say that I don't get the hype. Funny thing is while reading Bared to You I never got the Fifty vibes. Bared to You is a different book but I didn't like it all the same. Personally, I think the book benefits in a major way of the fact that many readers have rec'd it to Fifty devotees.
Again, it's all right and it's nothing that will compromise my reading life in a severe way. Anyone who is seriously interested to know why the story didn't work for me may send me a message, and I will outline my issues.
Kristen Ashley has written something very beautiful. I borrowed it from her book Golden Trail: We get to take what we want out of them and it can be different for everyone. You get a good one, you may even find what you need. Anyway, I'm off to the next one. Bared to You was kindly provided by NetGalley. View all 68 comments. Oh well, it is what it is, right? Here are my thoughts about Bared to You.
While I agree, the writing was much more polished, I was surprised at how similar the stories are and how unremarkable this one is overall. And sadly, as in the Fifty books, Eva, the heroine in this story, has completely emasculated him, in my opinion. Another issue I have with this story is a sex scene towards the end that just didn't add up. To avoid spoilers I won't go into details, but will just say it was too soon, too wrong for their circumstances, and not sexy considering said circumstances.
Unfortunately, I found Bared to You to be so similar to Fifty Shades of Grey that rather than enjoy this story, I kept being distracted and annoyed by the similarities. The bottom line: The most disappointing part of this story is that I know what Sylvia Day is capable of, and it's better than this. It's almost as though she and her friends were sitting around bashing Fifty and someone dared her to write the same story, but better.
Well, it's the same story, just not 'better. I can't empathize the anal rape of a boy and its effect on the man. I am not an expert, but I have personal experience with abuse. The abused all come out different, react differently and are affected, differ Warning: The abused all come out different, react differently and are affected, differently. That said, what cajones of this author to deal with such issues. Eva Trammell is an extremely jealous woman who has abuse issues and finds herself deeply, sexually attracted to Gideon Cross in an elemental and, purely, raw way.
Of course, Eva must fight this, as this kind of behavior is borderline the same behavior of the tormentor from her past, who abused her. But homegirl doesn't hold out long, and soon Eva and Cross are going at it.
But wait, not to forget that in some way which, annoyingly, is never revealed Gideon is as much a survivor of raw abuse as Eva, and his trauma affects him in his sleep, which makes it dangerous for Eva to sleep with him.
Enough issues for you yet? How about this? These two are convinced they love each other, but the minute Eva gets deeper into Cross's life, his past affairs and his society, she runs or breaks down at the first sign of trouble.
And every time this happens, there's the chase, except the one time when we get the sense that Gideon Cross has something hidden that makes him too ashamed of himself to keep his pursuit. Further, add in secondary characters of a similarly traumatized gay best friend who takes out his frustrations in orgies, the techy, stalker mom and her filthy rich I-know-everything husband. There's more, and there's not. The story ends with no resolution or epiphanies I wanted Going to therapy is mentioned but never highlighted.
It is just Eva and her equally-issued paramour still hanging on to each other, survivors of mental destruction.
Hence, therapy, decision-making and some much needed interventions! Potential headnod for the possible redemption in character development and plot direction that could be taken just from the abuse and reparation aspect alone. Maybe not LOL Update: June view spoiler [, I tried the second book.
Still, no dice. This series is not for me. To each his or her own. View all 23 comments. Feb 13, Clumsy Storyteller rated it it was ok Shelves: Re-read it recently and couldn't believe that this was one of my favorites 2 years ago.
View all 38 comments. I need that for this couple! Coming October is the second installment and I can hardly wait. Deeper in You. View all 37 comments. Bared to you book 1. Follow them through sky-high ups and rock-bottom lows as their relationship is tested with demons from their pasts, envy, jealousy, secrets and lies.
Yet their biggest obstacles will always come from within. Books in the Crossfire series must be read in order: Book 1: Bared to You Book 2: Reflected in You Book 3: Entwined with You Book 4: Captivated by You Book 5: One with You Bared to you book 1 , follows Gideon and Eva from their first meeting. Upon meeting Eva, Gideon has a singular goal and a very straight forward approach: Their budding romance is electrifying, beautifully depicted with plenty of sinfully steamy sex scenes.
But they are wounded souls with much to overcome; vindictive villains, surprises and shockers. Their against-all-odds love was just as spellbinding to read this third time around.
Book 1 does not have a cliff-hanger ending, instead is leads you right to book 2 for the continuation of their saga. Gideon Cross is my ultimate hero. His combination of larger-than life personality and uncanny good looks; enigmatic and elusive; intense and in-control; broken and flawed; ruthless and unyielding, yet when it came to his Eva vulnerable, relentless and human.
He was the kind of guy who made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions. I looked at him in his civilized, urbane, outrageously expensive suit and thought of raw, primal, sheet-clawing fucking. Unforgettable, intense, ruthless, enigmatic, dominant and captivating. Like it or not, but Eva Tramell is everything Gideon needed.
Five words to describe Eva: Endearing, needy, tenacious, smart and fragile. In my humble opinion likely to become one of the best love stories of all times! Would I re-read this series: Would I read future books by this author: View all 73 comments. This Review is a Warning Label and a Rave! I was going to edit this to tone down the snark factor, but it still felt right the next day, so I am keeping it.
Note to those who hate erotica, are disgusted by the Fifty series, think Fifty was a psychopath because he was possessive, This Review is a Warning Label and a Rave! Please do not read this book.
You will likely find all kinds of things to dislike about this book as well and will trash it in your reviews also. So again, I would like to encourage you not to read it in the first place really tempted to add the word, "duh" here.
Even if this book becomes sooooo popular that you feel "compelled" to read it because of the "hype". Even then. Don't do it. Trust me. I know, I know But stay calm.
Control yourself. Don't let your twitchy finger hit that one-click just yet! You know, I'm trying to help you avoid that thing you did with Fifty when you read it and HATED it- exactly the way you knew you were going to when you read the other reviews that described, in detail, all the kinds of things you would hate about it ahead of time You know?
So let me be clear: My warning is for the readers who made the decision to read the Fifty series based on 5-star reviews and popularity who moved out of their genre, taste or reading level to do that.
Then they trashed it. Trashing a book because it is out of your taste range and deals with subject matter you would normally find toxic or unappealing is redonk behavior. Okay, that said, let's move on the raving portion of our program: As I mentioned, Bared to You is amazing, gripping, and sexy. It is clearly a nod to Fifty and distills that series which was hugely flawed as it was written by an amateur, neophyte author and re-works it into a polished, well-paced, engaging story with a similar, but unique storyline.
The writing here is excellent. Not because it's poetic or lush or any of that, but because it is clean and efficient and didn't get in my way, ever. The story and characters are the stars of the show. They are riveting. The narrative is about two very flawed, emotionally scarred people, both victims of childhood sexual abuse and explores their process of working out the emotional and relational "issues" that arise as they participate in this highly-charged, sexual relationship with one another.
The characters feel co-dependent at times and things get pretty intense and cra-cra several times. If you need your characters to be good boys and girls, to remain emotionally stable throughout the narrative and to never pose a risk to the other at any time or ever engage in unstable behavior, stay away.
That said, the characters do not tie each other up he may tell her to hold onto something and not let go a few times, but he never binds her and they do not physically punish one another well, except the mighty slap. Just sayin'. Can't wait for the next book! As reviewed for: People were going crazy over it!
I was hooked in the first chapter. Eva Tramell, a 24 year old new graduate has moved to New York City with her best friend, Cary a bisexual man to be closer to her mom and stepfather.
She has a new job in the Crossfire Building at an advertising agency. The day before she starts her new job, she stops Update: The day before she starts her new job, she stops by the office and literally crashes into Gideon Cross, who at years old, is a billionaire business mogul, owner of the building she works in and the most gorgeous man Eva has ever laid eyes on.
It borders on unhealthy and crosses over that line a time or two. He has women that he sleeps with and women that are his friends and never the twain shall meet. Eva is not opposed to a friends with benefits arrangement, but wants a little more than a business transaction. So begins the chase.
Eva tries to hold out, but Gideon uses every one of his considerable resources to win her over. This borders on stalking which really bothers Eva because her mother is already ignoring the boundaries Eva has set in her life.
Eventually Gideon wins her over. But both Eva and Gideon have serious issues to overcome. But both Gideon and Eva become quickly and fiercely devoted to one other. But they are both aware of their own flaws and try hard to work on them. There is serious family drama on both sides and both characters make major relationship mistakes.
Eva works hard at not running when things become difficult and admits to being very jealous and possessive and even uses it to try to warn Gideon away in the beginning. This book was just incredible. The sex was so hot and the relationship was so juicy that I just had to know what was coming next! Definite recommended read. Initial assessment: This book was so hot.
There was so much emotional angst, I felt it physically. I can't wait for the sequel. I know a lot of people are comparing this to Ifty Shades, but I like the heroine in this book more. A lot more. She stronger, sexual and a little broken, but so is Gideon. I thought view spoiler [ when the rape almost happened in Gideon's sleep, it could be weirdly cathartic for them. I get why not, but still, I thought the author was going there.
View all 36 comments. I should have known better; I tried to read this months ago and almost threw my kindle across the room where, oh where is my "wallbanger by proxy" paperback when I need it?! To be kind, let me just say the "similarities" to FSOG were just too much for me.
Well, since then, even more FSOG rip-offs sorry, homages have been released, and I've made the mistake of reading those too. I've got so many young, hot, gazillionaire dominants, wussy, clumsy "oh I'm not beautiful" heroines, messed up roommates male, female, straight and otherwise fucked up parents, traumatic childhoods, impossibly successful careers, spankings, cunnilingus, drenched slits, beautiful cocks, and endless bouts of shower sex running around in my head I can't keep ANY of these fucking books straight anymore.
The biggest thing this subgenre had going for it, and the reason I was sure it would eventually go the way of other "of the moment" books, was that they are all being written by unknown first-time authors.
Self-pubs, too. These silly books won't be here 2 years from now, I figured. There's still hope for us. Of course, the writing is better - more polished, and you can tell that someone who can actually write has done this - but the story is the same.
Same, same, SAME. So much the same that for anyone who has read that stupid book that started it all it is jarring. What's even worse is that about a third of the way through the book it veers away from the FSOG checklist and becomes sort of it's own story. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long, and what is even more disappointing is that it becomes almost an "opposite" FSOG. It's like the author took the that book, then deliberately made her book opposite. But she won't KNOW she is. Yeah, yeah, that's it!
No one will know! The first thought is self-explanatory. The second is probably going to get me in trouble. I can't help it. That's what really has a bug up my ass. If you want to have a go at the trope, be my guest. But don't try to feed me a line of hooey about how you published yours first. Now, that takes us right back to when we visited last April for a few minutes. Tell us what happened?
Yeah, well I think it struck a chord with readers and it struck that chord because it was personal to me. It was written just for myself, with only myself in mind. Had I written it for a traditional publisher, there are some elements in there that they might have toned down or not included so it could be considered as commercial as they need. I think readers responded to the rawness, though.
There really is no way to respond to that. If people take the time to look at when things are released, how long it takes to write a book, things like that. They would understand it would be impossible. Anyone who reads romance knows that there are particular tropes that are common and these two books do share some of those tropes.
If someone has only read these two books, then I understand how they could get them mixed up but once they start reading more and more romance books, they will find that there are a lot of tortured millionaire heroes, a lot of heroines who have just graduated from college Personal to you in that you figured you could build a better widget, you mean.
Oh, and I love this one: C'mon, lady. Don't think your self-pub was out yet. That's just sloppy. I call bullshit. And her answers make me think she thinks I'm not smart enough to figure out she's bullshitting me. Whoa, sorry about that.
My brain hurts from re-reading that sentence. Ok, now I'm just really pissed off. I will NOT be reading any more of this series. I am SO disappointed in her. Rant over. View all 46 comments.
DNFed half way through. When the hero takes the heroine to his love shack hotel room filled with love toys where he's had many women in the past, I decided this book wasn't for me.
There's no emotional connection between the hero and heroine, just sex and more sex. Also the writing seems disjointed and stilted at times. Had a hard time following. Seems way too much like Fifty Shades and makes me think the author jumped on the Fifty Shades bandwagon.
View all 22 comments. I'm deducting the star I added for the erotic encounter that I mistakenly thought was original because I've just read the scene in Fifty Shades Darker that, um, "inspired" Ms Day the copycat. Touted as the 50SOG for the more discriminating romance reader, I say Ms Day probably shouldn't believe her own PR. Eva and Gideon are the glitterati of Manhattan, impossibly wealthy and beautiful.
Sadly, they fight and have jealous snits, generally behaving like high schoolers in a tediously predictable pattern. The make up sex is frequent and over the top. Their love is the greatest most neediest emo love ever, so special that Gideon can't even say "I love you" because it's just not enough to convey the depth of his all-consuming passion. Greatest most specialist love evah. But no Do I think the author used childhood sexual abuse as a cheap shortcut to make her characters more sympathetic?
Why yes, yes I do. I'm tempted to give one additional star for chapter 16 in which they briefly behave and converse like adults but in the next chapter those darn kids go back to breaking up and making up.
Chapter 16 also boasts the only truly inventive and original erotic encounter in the book. Very hot and imaginative so I tacked on the extra star for a sex scene I won't soon forget. I haven't read 50 and don't plan to. I have read enough to know that this book is a blatant knockoff. I can't imagine this book setting the world on fire the way a book written by an outsider to the world of NY publishing has. I wish they'd all move outside the box and dare to be different.
It would be more productive than making fun of that Brit who did set the world on fire. View all 28 comments. No one.
There are a handful of authors that can get a 5 part series commitment from me here's looking at you Leigh Bardugo;Brandon Sanderson; S. Abby , sadly, Sylvia Day is not one of them. Ergo, I'm DNFing this baby. Gideon and Eva are the epitome of everything I dislike about rich angsty book characters. Shallow and immature with no redeeming factors. Aaaannd, I'm out. View all 11 comments. I know Bared to You is closely compared to Fifty Shades of Grey, and even I was having some sort of deja vu at first because of how similar these two book were to each other.
For one, Gideon Cross is times more Mr. Dangerous and Sexy than Christian Grey. Years after I've read Fifty Shades, I can even say that Christian Grey isn't even hot, sexy, handsome, or any of the above. Maybe it's just years of maturing and realizing or maybe Jamie Dornan just screwed up a character that's beyond "fifty shades of fucked up". But enough about Christian and more about Gideon. Even though I think that Gideon was dangerously sexy, he still had things going on about him that irked me.
Two of the worst possible qualities a significant other can possess. It's okay to be possessive and let others know that you are in a relationship with your SO, but gah.
He took things too far at times and left me cringing. On top of that, he was going full-on stalker. Digging up personal info, making duplicate key copies, having Eva followed, and many more examples. Sometimes it came off as protective and done out of good intentions, other times I was just screaming at the book begging for Eva to run the other way.
In a way, his stalker tendencies weren't too much of a big deal but geez give a girl some privacy and space. As for Eva, she was likable.
I enjoyed her character especially more than "innocent" Anastasia Steele but she did get irritating at times. I could see where she was coming from in certain situations but other times Eva got too dramatic and stirred up problems for no good reason. I understand. We get jealous. It happens. But don't start running just so the guy can come running after you, which was exactly what was going on in Bared to You. More than once, I might add. Their relationship was hot and enticing, especially in the beginning but for every sexy moment they had, there was a rollercoaster ride of tug-a-war emotions flying all over the place.
They were hot one second and cold the next. It got pretty annoying. But when things were going good, their relationship was actually great and I found myself rooting for them. I could already tell that I have so much more ahead of me that's coming in this series and even though this isn't the strongest series starter nor the best love story I've read about, I'm pretty intrigued about these books. I'm curious as to what happened to Gideon Cross and why it turned him into the man that he is now.
We have yet to see View all 15 comments. This is approximately times better than That Other Book! Similar themes, but with better characters, better writing, better plotting, better sex, and minus the degradation. View all 4 comments. DO NOT read this book if you ARE a huge fangirl of 50 Shades and thought that book was the best thing ever.
The only thing you will do is compare the two books the entire time and convince yourself and try to convince everyone else why 50 shades is better. READ this book if you You liked 50 shades but only because of the sex scenes. Are curious about this type of erotica but never read 50 Shades. View all 18 comments. Gideon to Eva in "Bared to You" I liked it! I really, really liked it!!!
Well done! And the lead characters presented a mature and knowledgeable persona. I won't bother repeating the plot summary since it has been covered very well by other reviewers.
Suffice it to say that this one will add an extra dose of spice to the reading list. Gideon and Eva certainly provide just that and wonderfully so. Their story is compelling, moving and hypnotic. Although sad and hurtful in many ways, there is magic in their newly-found relationship.
Although both characters are strong-willed and intelligent, as well as beautiful individuals, they each carry heavy burdens with troubled pasts. The road to happily-ever-after may be a bit bumpy for these two. And October is a long way off before we get another peek at Gideon and Eva.
Inky black hair framed a breathtaking face His bone structure would make a sculptor weep with joy, while a finely etched mouth, a blade of a nose and intensely blue eyes made him savagely gorgeous. It brought sex to mind. Extraordinary sex. I thought for a moment he might make me orgasm just by talking long enough. I inhaled sharply. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. I need to know what's standing in my way, if anything. Two very damaged people, both trying to recover from a brutal childhood, who are unable to resist the intense attraction they feel for the very first moment they meet.