Second Debt by Pepper Winter is LIVE!
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“I tried to play a game. I tried to wield deceit as perfectly as the Hawks. But when I thought I was winning, I wasn’t. Jethro isn’t what he seems—he’s the master of duplicity. However, I refuse to let him annihilate me further.”
Nila Weaver has grown from naïve seamstress to full-blown fighter. Every humdrum object is her arsenal, and sex…sex is her greatest weapon of all.
She’s paid the First Debt. She’ll probably pay more.
But she has no intention of letting the Hawks win.
Jethro Hawk has found more than a worthy adversary in Nila—he’s found the woman who could destroy him. There’s a fine line between hatred and love, and an even finer path between fear and respect.
The fate of his house rests on his shoulders, but no matter how much ice lives inside his heart, Nila flames too bright to be extinguished.
Regarding this review, prepare for some cussing!
Regarding this book, prepare for a heart racing, kindle gripping, sexy and fucked up ride!
When I saw how many books were in this series, I got a little nervous. How could the author continue this adrenaline filled madness? Because that’s how I feel reading this series. Out of breath. It was a combination of holding my breath in the tense filled moments when this fucked up family taunted and tortured Nila, to the panting moments I felt when Jethro and NIla were alone. But to answer my own question, the author has kept of the pace in this third installment, with not a dull moment in sight. And I will say, this is the best of the series so far.
In the last book, Nila finally discovered who Kite is, and on paper, it should be a game changer. Something that brings her closer to understanding Jethro. However, a simple fun run between the two changes everything. As Nila seems her fate.
My teeth ached from clenching; my eyes bruised with unshed tears. I breathed revenge. I ate vengeance. All I saw was hate.
My heart broke for her, and surprisingly, it did for Jethro as well. You can feel how she is becoming deeply ingrained in his soul. He’s supposed to hate her, but she seems to be part of his salvation, and her pain becomes his.
So, I will feel what you feel, and I will live what you live. You won’t understand what I mean. Not yet. But it’s my best sacrifice. The only thing I can offer you.
One thing I love about this series is how the two main characters have evolved. One has become more hardened, one has become more humane. Based on book one, you would have never guessed which character is which. But there time together has guided their growth, one closer to the other, one further away, at least temporarily.
I intended to be the last Weaver stolen. It’s time for a new debt – one that owes us life, not death.
Following NIla’s discovery, she distances herself from Jethro, and while her plan is stop being emotional invested when it comes to all things Jethro, his diabolical family make him look like a choir boy, and Nila is forced to rely on him.
This story is beautiful torture. Despite causing harm to one another, Jethro and Nila heal each other. You can sense they can’t control their craving for one another. Just a simple touch during the tally, sparks a fire within that they can’t ignore.
There are two mysteries that drove me through the story, where I felt I couldn’t read fast enough. First is Jethro’s condition It is alluded to often, but not fully explained. Which was maddening! The author (via Jethro) taunts us about what the condition might be and when that condition will be shared. And just when he is about to share, shit hit the fan! And my first thought is, fuuuuuuucccckkk, now we have to wait until the next book. *shakes fist at author*
The second mystery of the book is waiting for the next debt. Based on the book title, you know it is coming. But the author makes you wait. And then she drops the bomb on you, and I was gagging on my own heart. I swear!
Nila was the culpit – my undoing.
She melted me.
She was the fucking sun. And I was about to splash out her heat.
All I will say is that the author is one hell of a wicked mind because I felt EVERYTHING Nila felt. I’m certain my heart stopped at one point. Probably when I was fucking gagging on it! Gahhhh!!!
I never thought in book 1 that I would develop the feeling I have for these two main characters. Back then, I thought Jethro was a huge dickhead and wanted to spit on him. As for Nila, while I couldn’t imagine being in her shoes, I was leery that she might be too weak and hard to cheer for. But I was so connected to both characters in this book. I felt all of their pain and all of their emotion for each other which made this whole debt situation downright unbearable.
Like Nila, I should have cheered at the end. But like Nila, I was heartbroken. And terrified. I can’t even begin to imagine where the author will take us in the next installment. In the meantime, I will come with alternate revenge scenarios against Cut and Daniel. Those scenarios making the debts look like a cake walk.
*An ARC was received for an honest review.
Just thinking of Jethro sent a spasm of desire through my core.
Dammit, what’s happening to me?
A daydream of Jethro slamming to his knees before me and wrenching my legs wide stole my mind. It was so vivid, so real—a trickle of need ran down my inner thigh. I gasped as I imagined his tongue lapping at my clit, his long fingers disappearing inside me—the same finger that I’d tattooed with my name.
Would I come harder knowing he touched me with a finger branded by me? Or would I hold on as tight as I could and make him work for it?
I needed to get rid of this satanic desire. I needed to be free.
My eyes opened, latching onto the detachable showerhead.
I could do it myself…
My heartbeat whizzed with need. I couldn’t fight the churning demand any longer.
Reaching upward, I unhooked the showerhead and turned the water temperature down so as not to burn myself.
Feeling awkward and ridiculous and a hundred times guilty for what I was about to do, I braced my back on the tiled wall and spread my legs a little.
My teeth clamped on my bottom lip as the water pressure tickled my clit.
Oh. My. God.
My eyes rolled back as I grew bolder and pressed the stream of heavenly water harder against my pussy.
Water cascaded down my legs while my torso shivered from sudden cold. My nipples stiffened as I wickedly angled the jet down and down until water shot inside me. Every jet and bubble aroused sensitive flesh, sending my muscles clenching in joy.
My legs trembled as my neck flopped forward and I gave myself over to the exquisite pleasure conjured by an innocuous showerhead.
Starbursts flashed behind my eyelids; Jethro loomed into my mind. I pictured him shrugging out of his black shirt, prowling toward me while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. I moaned again as my daydream shed his clothing and stood proud and naked before me. He grabbed his cock, pumping himself hard and firm, while his eyes feasted on what I was doing. He didn’t say a word, only watched, then crooked his finger and beckoned me closer.
My heartbeat exceeded recommended limits as I forced myself higher and higher, locking my knees against buckling as an orgasm brewed into being. I rocked the showerhead, biting my lip as the pressure spurted over my clit and then inside me. The rhythm I set was exactly like fucking and I daren’t overthink how I looked or how depraved I felt getting off this way.
My daydream forced its way past my misgivings. My forehead furrowed as I trembled, both welcoming and fighting an orgasm.
Daydream Jethro crept closer, working his cock, a dangerous glint in his eyes. The moment I was within grabbing distance, he captured my waist. “I need to be inside you, Nila.” I put words into Jethro’s mouth, but it was his voice I heard in my heart.
I moaned again, angling the showerhead harder against my clit.
“How do you want it?” my fantasy whispered in my ear as he spun me around and pressed me hard against the wall.
I swallowed hard, answering in my mind. “Fast and…”
“Filthy?” Daydream Jethro’s nose nuzzled the back of my ear, sending shockwaves down my spine. “I can fuck you filthy.”
I couldn’t speak. But I didn’t have to. My fantasy knew exactly how I needed it. Jethro bit the back of my shoulder, spreading my legs wider with his.
“Fuck me, Jethro Hawk,” I whispered.
“Oh, I will. Believe me, I will.” Without further warning, he dug his fingers into my hips and slammed inside me.
My fingers went numb as I slid the showerhead from clit to entrance. I cried out as water shot inside at the same time as Jethro thrust into me from behind, sliding deep and fast, stretching me deliciously painfully.
My heart exploded with bliss. An orgasm squeezed every atom, getting ready to hurl me into the stratosphere.
Jethro thrust again and I rode my new friend the showerhead.
“Oh, God. Yes,” I hissed, rocking harder. “Yes, yes…”
A masculine cough sounded. “You continue to surprise me, Ms. Weaver; at least this time, I rather enjoy it.”
Everything crashed into awareness. My daydream shattered, fracturing by my feet like broken glass. I squealed and dropped the showerhead. It turned into a water snake, spewing water left and right, wriggling like some terrible demon.
Jethro snickered. “You’re using up the entire Hall’s supply of hot water. Are you planning on saving some for the rest of the inhabitants of my home?”
Series Reading Order
Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.
Her Dark Erotica books include:
Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)
Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)
Her Grey Romance books include: