Title: Wicked Favor Author: Sawyer Bennett
Series: The Wicked Horse Vegas #1
Release date: June 5, 2017
(Sub)genres: Erotica
Pages: 368
Buy: Amazon US ~ Amazon UK
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I received this book from Inkslinger PR in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
New York Times bestselling author, Sawyer Bennett, is happy to introduce a new Wicked Horse club in Las Vegas and you’re cordially invited to attend the grand opening...
As the owner of The Wicked Horse, an elite sex club located along the Vegas Strip, Jerico Jameson never spends the night alone. Gorgeous, ripped, and totally alpha, Jerico doesn’t grant favors and will rarely give you the time of day—unless he wants you in his bed. So when the sister of his sworn enemy shows up asking for help, saying no should be easy. But when Jerico takes one look at her and sees an opportunity to help this beautiful woman while exacting revenge on her brother, he’s not about to pass that up.
Beaten and bruised, Trista Barnes is running out of options, and Jerico is her last chance to get out of the mess she’s in. She doesn’t know why Jerico despises her brother so much, but as long as he can help her, she doesn’t care. Jerico offers her safety while opening her up to a sinful world she never knew existed.
As she succumbs to Jerico’s erotic charm, Trista lets herself fall into the wicked world of guilt free pleasure with no regrets. Under his strong alpha hand, she blooms, and so does Jerico’s possessiveness. But what happens when Trista finds out she was a pawn in Jerico’s game all along, and that the price for his favor was steeper than she ever imagined – her heart.
Wicked Favor is the first book in the new ‘Wicked Horse Vegas Series’ by Sawyer Bennett. As the series name already suggests, it’s a spinoff from the ‘Wicked Horse Series’; same concept, new town, new characters. I like Trista and Jerico, and their sweet, naughty story.
“You know what this club is?” he counters. I nod. “A sex club.” “What would my job duties be?” I ask. “They’d be whatever I tell you they were,” he says. A little taken aback, I wonder if I am mistaking that look in his eyes. Sinister? Lustful?”
Trista is at the end of her ropes. She’s doing what she can to provide for her loved ones, but she can’t pay everything with her salary. She and her brother aren’t exactly friendly, but he tells her someone owes him a favor, and maybe he can help her. Jerico is the owner of the Wicked Horse Vegas, and he likes his work, and the perks that come with owning a sex-club. The front of the club is legal of course, but behind closed doors everything goes. Jerico has some unfinished business with a former colleague, and he’s surprised the guy sends his beautiful sister to him.
“I should be concerned because I liked what I saw last night. The grotesque displays of debauchery are going to affect me, but I’m not sure how. My fear is it will turn me on. Draw me in. Make me curious.”
Trista and Jerico are two very different people, especially sexual wise. Trista is no innocent virgin, but Jerico has seen and done everything, the kinkier the better. Jerico is still looking for revenge on his former buddy, and Trista in his club gives him some wicked opportunities. Trista is a bit shocked to see what goes on in the club, but to her surprise it also excites her… Jerico doesn’t mind getting Trista involved in the real club activity; naughty kinky sex and playing out fantasies. At first, it’s just sexual between the couple, but soon feelings start to get involved.
I’ve read (and enjoyed) the ‘Wicked Horse Series’, so picking up Wicked Favor was a no-brainer. Like the other books it’s a sweet story with some very naughty scenes. (If you’re not comfortable with ménage, public sex and things like that, this book isn’t for you). Trista is a sweet woman, I felt sorry for what she went through and I loved she didn’t give up. Jerico is a bit arrogant Alpha with a kinky side. I understand his anger with Trista’s brother, but I wanted to smack him for not quitting his revenge plan sooner.
“My hands stroke her back, and I go weak kneed when she murmurs, “I’m glad I fell in love with you.” “Me too,” I murmur back. “Me too.”
I love Trista and Jerico, and their naughtiness. I give Wicked Favor 4 stars.
Excerpt
She pops her head in first and gives me a tentative smile. “You busy?”
“Not at all,” I tell her as I wave her in.
She disappears for a moment, and then opens the door wider. I see she’s carrying a large, plastic container that’s dome shaped and has a handle on top. My eyes only flick to it briefly before coming back to her. She’s much better to look at.
Shutting the door behind her, she walks up to my desk with a goofy grin on her face and sets the plastic container in front of me. I look down at it, and then up to her. “What’s that?”
“Something I made for you this morning,” she says, unlocking the tabs at the bottom. She lifts the dome top off, and I’m staring at a cake in front of me.
Slowly, I look back up to her. “You made me a cake?”
“Not just any cake,” she says while wagging a finger at me. “A four-layer, homemade red velvet cake with whipped mascarpone icing.”
“Jesus,” I mutter as I look at the cake, wondering what this weird squeezing sensation is in my chest. When I look back up to her, I have to ask her again, “You made that just for me?”
“Just for you,” she says with satisfaction all over her face. “You said it was your favorite, and I had some time this morning after pancakes.”
I push out of my chair and wave a hand at the cake. “You just happened to have all these ingredients, huh? You routinely use something as odd as mascarpone?”
Her grin turns mischievous as she shrugs. “Well, I may have had to go to the grocery store for a few things.”
Jesus fuck. I can’t believe she did that for me.
My mind races over the years, and I can’t remember anyone doing something so randomly nice for me. So spontaneous and with the sole intention of doing it to please me.
Picking up the cake, I round the desk and head for the side door that connects to my kitchen. “Let’s take this next door.”
I don’t miss the disgruntled expression on Trista’s face as she clearly expected me to act differently. I’m sure she was thinking I’d be a bit more effusive in my praise, and I intend to be.
Just… in my apartment.
She follows me through the door as I balance the cake on my hand. I immediately lay it down on my kitchen counter and spin around just as she’s walking through the door, taking her face in my hands and walking right into her. My mouth hits hers. She gives a huff of surprise as I turn slightly and back her into the refrigerator. Angling my head, I kiss her deeply. It’s possible because she angles hers the other way, opening her mouth to give me entrance.
Yes, it’s a deep kiss, but it’s not sexual. It’s a show of unbridled happiness that makes me feel like a kid, or perhaps it’s gratitude that Trista perhaps thinks this is something other than “just sex”.
When I pull away, Trista’s cheeks are pink and she’s slightly panting. She whispers breathlessly to me, “I should make you cake more often.”
The grin that breaks wide is my answer, followed by another swift kiss. Then I’m turning away from her and grabbing a fork out of my drawer. Without any pomp, and certainly no circumstance to wait for a plate, I punch my fork down into the top of the cake and pull a huge chunk out.
“Oh, my God.” Trista giggles as she comes to stand beside me at the counter. I angle toward her as I bring the fork to my lips, open my mouth wide, and shove the cake in. Cheeks bulging and the taste of rich cake and lightly sweet, tangy frosting coating my tongue, I groan in satisfaction. Our eyes stay locked as I chew and chew and chew, and finally swallow the heaven in my mouth. Trista’s eyes are sparkling with humor and a bit of pride.
“Good?” she asks.
I give a swipe of my tongue over my bottom lip to catch some stray frosting there. “It’s amazing. Thank you.”
She beams a brilliant smile as she sets the cake carrier on the counter and turns toward the door that leads back into my office. “You’re welcome. Now… I’ve got to get going.”
“Wait,” I say as I snag her arm and turn her back to me. “You just got here.”
“And my work is done,” she says impishly, going to her tiptoes to give me a quick kiss. “I’m meeting Mom and Corinne for lunch, and I’ve got to get going.”
Well, there goes all thought of spending my afternoon with Trista in bed rather than golfing.
But I’d never begrudge her time with Jolene and Corinne. Their unity right now is extremely important. I do pull her into me and wrap my arms around her waist after throwing the fork into the sink. Trista’s hands come to my chest as she looks up at me curiously.
“Take the night off,” I tell her softly and I have to admit, the way her eyes go warm makes me feel fucking really good. “Make it an entire day and night thing with Corinne, okay?”
“Really?” she asks with sweetest type of surprise in her eyes.
“Yeah,” I murmur as I tighten my arms around her. “I’ll keep myself occupied with the cake tonight.”
Her lips quirking, she gets a playful look in her eyes. “We could… um… FaceTime each other later.”
My eyebrows rise with interest, but I play a little stupid. “FaceTime?”
“Naked. FaceTime.” She annunciates each word slowly, and my dick perks up at this suggestion.
And for a man who has done about every dirty thing imaginable, it hits me hard that this is something new. Something I’ve never done with another woman and now, I’m glad she’s not coming so I can have something new and unique just with Trista.
“What time might you be calling me?” I ask in a husky voice.
“Be ready around eleven,” she says, pressing into me. “Clothing is optional.”
“Wrong,” I tell her with a shake of my head. “Naked is mandatory.”
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