Author: Jennifer Michael
Release date: July 13, 2017
Buy: Amazon US ~ Amazon UK
I received this book from Just One More Book Page in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Small towns are supposed to be safe—home to idealistic neighborhoods, free from the ugly that taints the world.
Evil has no bounds though, no matter how high your white picket fence stands. Maplefield is perfect on the outside but corrupt and twisted within.Rylan Pierce and Callen Bailer meet at a club the community doesn’t speak about.
Rylan is running from her past, but baggage like hers isn’t easy to just leave behind.
Callen lives life on the road, traveling wherever he’s contracted and doing whatever necessary to finish the job, regardless of how illegal or deadly.
Lust drives them together, but depravity cements their bond.
Two people with tarnished souls will either bring each other light or pull one another deeper into the darkness.
Deeper is a standalone, dark romance that contains strong sexual themes, extreme violence, and explicit language. The scenes containing these triggers are intensely graphic and very detailed. The themes of death/murder, abuse (both physical and sexual), and child neglect/abuse are heavily present within this novel. This is not a thin warning or a light read.
Deeper is my first book by Jennifer Michael. The blurb of a book is a huge part of my decision to pick a book (or not), and the blurb of Deeper intrigues me. Based upon the description I had certain expectations about the story, and to my surprise it took a different direction. I thought it would be a BDSM story, but it’s a much more darker and twisted. I love it.
“It pulls me deeper into the lust. I’m not repentant. Not even close. I want more. I thirst for it. I’ll never get enough.”
Rylan is shaped by her past; grieve, sadness and anger have changed her from the happy girl she once was into the woman she is today. Maplefield is the small town where she wants to start her life over, but she has desires she can’t ignore. Rylan isn’t shy about her sexual desires, but Callen awakens a more sinister side in her.
Callen is always on the road, going to wherever his job brings him. His field of work is lonely, and doesn’t leave room for friendship or attachment. Seeing Rylan in action awakens a primal part inside Callen, and even though he has no time for distractions, he has to have her.
“If she wants to be my partner in crime… If she wants this… If she wants me… If she wants us… She needs to let me in—dark soul to dark soul.”
Lust. That’s what Rylan and Callen feel when they meet each other. Rylan is working on her issues, and Callen is working on a current assignment. Both have an agenda, reasons why they shouldn’t do it, but they can’t ignore their urge. On the surface they are different people, but on the inside both Callen and Rylan are driven by dark needs. Together they are hot, explosive and dangerous.
What the heck did I read? Based upon the blurb I had a few ideas, but the author took me completely by surprise. Rylan and Callen belong in their own category of darkness, and I love it. They are so different from other humans, they think and act in such a different way, but it’s their way. I love the author’s writing style, and the way she makes her characters act and react. And the twist? I didn’t see it coming.
“We welcome the best things the world has to offer. Debauchery. Sex. Lust. Excess. Forbidden secrets. Death. And love. Always love.”
I love Rylan, Callen and their darkness, I give Deeper 4.5 stars.
Hours later, more than a few drinks deep and varying amounts of money lost and won, the three of us stand in the lobby of the main floor of the hotel. Tatum hiccups and then clumsily covers her mouth. Rylan attempts to scare her to force the hiccups away. It doesn’t work, and the two of them just end up in a fit of giggles.
“Where’s the room key?” Tatum searches her purse. “I can’t find it.”
“I’ll find mine,” Rylan says.
She begins to search, but I speak up, “Neither of you needs your room key.”
“Oh no, you don’t, mister.” Tatum squints her eyes at me. “You might have defended my honor tonight, but I am not joining your little sex games. I’m going to my own room. Rylan can go where she wants.”
“Tatum doesn’t want you, but I do! Your penis is like magic,” Rylan chimes in, her voice echoing throughout the hotel.
“I’ll remember you said that tomorrow when your smart mouth comes back, but I’m not trying to arrange a threesome. I upgraded your room when I got here. There is a two-bedroom suite upstairs, waiting for all of us.”
Rylan takes Tatum’s elbow and heads for the elevator, but Tatum drags her drunken feet.
“Can you just do that? Change our room reservations without us being there?” Tatum pokes me in the chest.
“Probably not, but I’m more persuasive than most.”
“I bet you are.” She glares at me with drunken eyes and doesn’t even notice that I’ve backed her into the waiting elevator.
“What about our bags?” Tatum asks through a hiccup as the doors slide shut.
“The hotel staff moved them up to our new room.”
Rylan is quiet as we ride, and when the doors open, she and Tatum follow me down the hall and watch as I swipe the card through the lock.
Tatum rubs her eyes and sways on her feet. “Where’s my room?” she asks as she trips through the main room.
I offer her my arm, which she takes, and I lead her into the second bedroom. She dives headfirst into the bed without even bothering to remove her shoes. Her crazy headband shifts awkwardly on her head. Her breathing deepens, and I return to Rylan in the main room. She stumbles, toeing off her shoes, but keeps removing clothing. Her shirt flies over her head. She shimmies out of her jeans and then turns my way as she struggles to unclasp her bra.
“Don’t just stand there! Help me! I want that magic penis, and I want it now.”
“Careful, or you might just make a man feel objectified.”
“Shut up and touch me.”
She finally gets her bra unclasped, and it slides off her body. Her panties are next, but she trips while stepping out of them. Her hair falls into her face, but she doesn’t bother to try to fix it as she kicks the material from her ankles.
She’s kind of a mess, which only amplifies as she lies down and attempts to spread her legs my way. “I want you to fuck me right here on the floor.”
“You only want it right there, on the floor, because you can’t make it to the bedroom.”
I laugh. I am so not getting laid tonight. No sex in this fancy hotel room.
I move forward and lift Rylan.
Her arms swing around my neck, and she grumbles into my chest as I walk her to the bedroom, “Oh, shit.” Her nails grip my neck, and she sucks in a deep breath. “Too fast. You’re making my head spin.”
“Sorry, Little Bird.”
Her skin is flush, her hair is a rumpled mess, and her eyes lazily stare up at me as I place her in the center of the bed. Even unfocused, those hazel eyes burn with nothing but heat. Against my better judgment, my cock gets a little harder. It’s inevitable when she’s naked and looking at me like she is.
“I want you, Callen.” She pulls at my shirt.
“Not tonight, babe.”
“You’re no fun!” She rises from the bed and staggers to the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” I ask, afraid that I’ll be cleaning up her vomit in the next few minutes.
“I have to pee!”
I give her privacy but listen in case she’s actually going to get sick. Water starts to run in the bathroom, and when I look to see what’s going on, I find her standing by the tub, which is rapidly filling with water.
“Oh no, you don’t.” I move to grab her by the hips, but it only works against me when she grinds her ass into me.
“Have you seen this bathroom? Take a look at this tub!”
“Rylan, you’re drunk. The odds of you drowning in that tub are high.”
“Come in with me then. I won’t drown if you keep me safe.”
I’m not the man to keep anybody safe.
She kisses my neck and pulls at my clothing. While I’m distracted, Rylan successfully removes my shirt and gets to work on my jeans. I lean in and taste the skin that taunts me. She moans while I kiss along her throat, and my pants fall to my feet. The hot water filling the tub creates steam around us.
Rylan pulls back and licks her lips. “Get in the tub with me.” Her voice is authoritative, but her eyes and lips say, Please.
I step out of my jeans and pull my boxer briefs off. “Let’s get in.”
The tub is huge and can easily fit the both of us comfortably. I get in first and let the hot water wash over me. She follows and sits between my legs. Her head falls back on my chest, and she lets her eyes close.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” she mumbles.
I can’t help myself. My hands rub against her skin, and Rylan moans. When my cock hardens against her ass, I let out a groan of my own.
“I think I’m too drunk to fuck you right now.”
I laugh. “You are.”
“This feels really good, though. Keep touching me.”
My fingers rake up her thigh and then brush against her stomach. I touch up and down her skin, causing the water to ripple and stir.
“Where did you grow up?”
“Nevada,” I answer her with the truth without even considering a lie.
Rylan holds on to the outside of my thighs, and we sink lower into the water.
“Why did you leave?”
“I don’t think I’m really meant to stay in one place for too long.”
“Do you miss it? Home?”
“Not in the least. Nevada isn’t my home.” Again, the truth comes, and it feels strange. I have spent the last ten years spinning lies and hiding who I am.
“Do you have family?”
“No.” I hand her another truth.
“Me neither. My family was taken from me years ago.” Her words come out in a faint whisper.
“What do you mean?”
But nothing, except for silence, stretches between us. I jostle Rylan, and she lets out a soft, little snore. As gently as I can, I stand while making sure she doesn’t sink down into the water. I lift her into my arms, carry her soaking wet body into bed, and then grab two towels to dry us. Once she’s dry, I pull the covers over her before sliding into bed. She cuddles in closer to me when I kiss her forehead, and I close my eyes.
I was going to prove I didn’t need the club to get Rylan off, but instead, I think we’ve proven it isn’t just the getting off that we like about one another. That’s a sobering fucking thought.