Monday, February 6, 2017

NetGalley REVIEW - Virtual Tor - The Devil’s Submission (The Fallen, #2) by Nicola Davidson

The Devil’s Submission
The Fallen, #2 
by Nicola Davidson 
Publication Date: February 6th 2017 
Publisher: Entangled: Scorched
Genres: Adult, Erotic, Historical Romance, Standalone

From The Book Junkie Reads . . . The Devil’s Submission (The Fallen, #2) . . .

Naughty fun, scorching heat, reckless abandon, with a sprinkle of submission and delightful games. Erotic intoxication of historic proportions. Lord and Lady Devaraux both have desires unfulfilled and need that special hand to get them both going. Lady Deveruax (Eliza) loves her man and cannot understand where things went wrong for them. They love was more than just a convenient match. Or so she thought. Then life brings her back into close proximity of her wayward husband. Things begin to heat up and take on a new meaning all together.

Not understanding much of the world around him. Lord Deveraux longed for that something that would give him the peace and pleasure with pain he so desired/craved/needed. Getting that chance with his wife and having all the walls come crashing down opened a door to something he never dreamed of.

This one got on my top list basically because this time it was a man that craved that forbidden. It was a woman that wanted to give that ultimate pleasure. The give and take of the two together made their reunion that much more intense, special, memorable. It may have been a short novella but it most certainly packed a deliciously decadent punch.

The Fallen series:
Surrender to Sin - The Fallen, #1
The Devil's Submission - The Fallen, #2 
Disinherited by his parents and estranged from his wife, Fallen pleasure club co-owner Lord Grayson ‘Devil’ Deveraux long ago learned to place his trust in ledgers rather than people. But his ice-cold reserve hides the scandalous truth: he’s a man who craves pain with his pleasure, and a loving lady to instruct him. 

Banished to the country when her whirlwind marriage collapsed, Lady Eliza Deveraux never knew why Grayson fell out of love with her: she’d tried so damned hard to quell her fiery self and be a proper, obedient wife. But when Eliza is forced to return to London and back into Grayson’s intoxicating world, banked passions reignite. Can a marriage built on secrets and pretense truly get a second chance? 
Buy Links:
Amazon  B & N  iBooks  Kobo 
Before he could escape, Eliza’s slim fingers encircled his wrist. “Grayson. What is wrong?”
Devil started to reply with something false, something polite. But he was so goddamned weary of false and polite. “That nightgown is too small.”
Her face fell. “I-I know. Mother says I’m too big, that if I just lost some weight…”
“Why the hell would you want to do that? Damnation, Eliza, it’s not your weight, it’s your fucking perfect breasts straining against the fabric. I was hard all night looking at that little bow, thinking how easy it would be to undo so I could take one of your nipples into my mouth and suck it until it was so swollen, so sensitive, you screamed.”
Eliza’s eyes widened, her cheeks pink. “Why…why didn’t you?”
Because I want you to tell me to. To order me to pleasure you, like that time in your parents’ garden maze. One of the few nights I felt free…
“You were asleep,” he said eventually, looking away and feeling like a damned idiot. Sin and Vice, not to mention most other men in his acquaintance would laugh themselves catatonic if they knew about this need in him. God knew Reyburn had tried to beat the softness and weakness out after it had fully manifested in his last year at Eton, even requesting the masters never spare the cane. His younger son finding pleasure in pain was definitely a result the marquess neither expected nor wanted.
Warm lips brushed his cheek, and Devil jolted in surprise. Eliza’s face was almost crimson now, but her gaze was defiant. Would she dare?
A moment later she sank down onto his lap, cupped his cheek in her free hand and kissed him squarely on the mouth. It was a swift kiss, a chaste one, yet heat scorched a path from his lips to his cock.
“Grayson,” she whispered, her soft lips brushing his ear. “Kiss me back.” 
With a guttural groan he pulled her close and captured her mouth with his. She whimpered, but she wasn’t pulling away or flinching at his need. She was holding on and rubbing her breasts against his chest.
“Eliza,” he said hoarsely, when he couldn’t quite catch his breath.
“Do it.” She tugged on the bow of her nightgown so hard it tore and revealed the curves of her plump breasts. “Do what you said you wanted to last night.”
Transfixed, he lowered his head toward the bounty in front of him. “Your wish is my command.”
Buy Links:
Amazon  B & N  iBooks  Kobo 
Author Info
NICOLA DAVIDSON worked for many years in communications and marketing as well as television and print journalism, but hasn’t looked back since she decided writing wicked historical romance was infinitely more fun. When not chained to a computer she can be found ambling along one of New Zealand’s beautiful beaches, cheering on the champion All Blacks rugby team, history geeking on the internet or daydreaming. If this includes chocolate – even better! Keep up with Nicola’s news on Twitter (@NicolaMDavidson) Facebook (Nicola Davidson – Author) or her website 
Author Links:
Website Facebook Twitter 
Hosted by
Presented by