Derna's Review ~ Hate Fuck By Ainsley Booth includes an Excerpt and an Exclusive Teaser Image @Ainsley_Booth
Hate F*@K is part one of a three book serial about a bad-ass alpha male and the curvy woman he can’t give up. The next two parts will be published in March and April of 2015.
***I received an copy of this book in exchange for an honest review ***
The question… Is Cole Parker your next boyfriend? Well I can tell you after what I have just read my
My Answer ~ F*@K YES!!
Hate F*@k, part one by Ainsley Booth was a hot sexy read, and by the end I was left wanting more for two reasons. The first being that it ended on a cliffhanger, but as I knew that was going to be the case I didn’t mind, and I loved the little twist at the end. The second was that hot sexy ex-Navy SEAL Cole Parker, he could be an ass at times but wow did I love him, and his alpha ways. He’s intense; he knows what to do in the bedroom! And oh my!! he has such a dirty mouth.
‘It's not your pants I want to get into, but your hot, tight, sweet-as-fuck pussy. I've had my fingers inside you. You clench so tight, beautiful.
Love that he likes him woman curvy (Just like me) it was a refreshing changes to see. Hailey Dashford Reid is the curvy woman, his distraction. He doesn’t want to like her but he does. He knows he should stay away from but due to the nature of his job he can’t.
”I’ve tasted beautiful and I’m not letting her go.”
“If I can’t have her bent over my bed, I’ll take her spitting fire at me. Not nearly as satisfying, but it’s something.”
Cole and Hailey are hot together, and their chemistry is undeniable. Love the sexual tension, the love hate relationship that they have, and banter between these two. Hailey wants to hate Cole, and as much as she tries she can’t there is just something about him.
“I lived with the twin reactions of disgust and something …..quite different than disgust. I don’t want to name it, the way my skin prickled when he’s nearby. The way his dark gaze gets under my skin and takes up residence, leaving an itchy awareness that Cole Parker is no like other men.”
Hate F*@k, is a hot sexy, entertaining Novella with a bit of suspense thrown in. Told from dual POV. Love Ainsley writing style, knowing what I know about this author I was expecting some hot sexiness and I got that and more she didn’t hold back. With that ending I can’t wait to read part two and three, as I need some more Cole Parker in my life.
I recommend you go 1-click this one now!!
It’s cold outside, and I don’t see Trevor anywhere. I head inside, hoping he can find me at the bar, when my skin prickles with awareness. I sense Cole a moment before he speaks, and it bugs me how I suddenly don’t feel alone. Annoyed. Alive and raging, sure. But no longer lonely. It’s an awful trick my mind is playing on me, because if there’s anyone who will abandon me, guaranteed, it’s the man behind me.
“You’ve got your socialite rags on, Hailey.”
I whirl around, telling myself it’s to lay into him. How dare he slide that silky voice all over me like we’re intimate. But when I collide with his gaze, I’m the one left doubting…because he sure looks at me like, at least on some level, we already are. My lips certainly remember something that felt like a hell of a lot more than an accidental collision of mouths. My ears remember his filthy words lighting me up from the inside out.
He wants me. Why, I can’t quite understand. How, when we don’t even like each other, we can be ten feet apart and it already feels like we’re halfway through foreplay…I don’t understand.
I don’t like not understanding. I don’t like anything about this, especially the part where it ends. I like the absence of our vicious dance even less than the mess of it. How screwed up is that?
I square my shoulders and let my inner bitch take over my voice. “What are you doing here?”
He raises his eyebrows in vague disbelief. Well, okay. So he’s wearing a tux. Clearly, he’s here for the opera just like me. “I need to play this game for clients. Network. That kind of bullshit. You’ve opted out of this life, so the bigger question is, what are you doing here?”
I bristle, because what the hell does he know about the choices I’ve made? “I’m on a date. Wait. I told you I was coming here.”
I didn’t think it was possible for his liquid gold eyes to burn cold, but I was wrong. Cole hates that I’m on a date, and the thought gives me an illicit thrill. Good. He needs to know that not everyone jumps at his command. Not everyone is within his realm to control.
He steps closer. “Pretty romantic first date, the Kennedy Center.”
“Who said it was a first date?”
“Since your date isn’t at your fucking side, making you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, I should hope it’s not a repeat.”
He’s not wrong. I don’t say that, though. I don’t say anything.
“Who’s the fuck up?”
“None of your business.”
“Does he kiss you like he could get drunk on your mouth?” He dips his gaze to my lips, which part as if on command. Fuck off, lips, don’t be difficult. I lick them in a nervous attempt to get my body back under my own control, but that just makes his pupils dilate. Like the promise of my mouth is enough to make him drunk.
Mom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants.
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