Angel Love
- Authors
- Dawning, Dee
- Publisher
- Dee Dawning
- Tags
- call girls , spring break , erotica , sex , submissive , las vegas , bdsm
- Date
- 2009-12-12T00:00:00+00:00
- Size
- 0.98 MB
- Lang
- en
Dakota’s Review:
If you’re looking for a fast-paced, sexual book, April Love by the incomparable Dee Dawning is right up your alley. There is plenty of sex, multiple partners and screaming orgasms to satisfy even the most jaded of readers. A word of warning though: this implacably strong story of a woman exploring her own sexuality is definitely not for the faint of heart.
I have to say that the chemistry between the characters would have been enough to set my Kindle on fire if it had been flammable. Even at nearly 50,000 words this story flew and I was finished before I knew it. My only suggestion to those interested in reading this book is that picking up April Showers would be greatly beneficial. This book can be read by itself but I think that as a reader you’d get more enjoyment out of this book after reading the first.
Rated 4 1/2 Delightful Divas by Dakota!
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Picking up where April Showers leaves off, Randy weaves his spell of dominance and protection over beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed Angel Love as he had over equally beautiful April. Reintroducing her to the alluring, exciting, glamorous life of a high priced call girl, she had all but given up, she is anxious to please Randy and herself. Therefore, she resumes the life she, April and two other friends left behind seven years earlier, when as college juniors, the four had spent a debauched two week spring vacation as in Las Vegas.
WARNING: There are extreme sexual situations in this book.
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Excerpt
Randy stroked me with his prodigious organ and oh God, it felt heavenly. Each wondrous thrust sent spasms of lustful heat rifling through my slender frame. I was silly centimeters for the ‘big one’, the San Andres fault when he suddenly stopped and left me hanging.
“Oh, Doll Face, I was so-o-o close. What’s the matter?”
“I need help.” He called, “April?”
“Help? April’s help. I don’t understand.”
The door opened and April, now wearing a robe and a mask peaked in. “Did you call?”
“Yes. Put the cuffs on her ankles. And put the mask on her.”
She stepped into the room and closed a cuff around each ankle, then closed the cuff on my left ankle around the corresponding post on the footboard. I started kicking violently. “Wait. What are you doing that for?”
April couldn’t grab my right ankle to fasten it, but Randy did. He then grabbed my foot and locked it in place. Spread eagle on the bed and naked, I began to panic. April slid beside me, a mask in her long feminine fingers. I whimpered. “April, we’re friends. Please tell me. Please. What the f*ck is going on?” As she slipped the mask over my eyes, I blubbered. “Please. What’s going to happen?”
She stroked my hair. “You’re just going to have some fun and make some money.”
I began to breathe heavily. My pulse rate soared. I felt a tingling in my arms and face from hyperventilating. “April, Helen or whatever you f*cking name is. You don’t understand. I don’t need money.”
Randy spoke. “April, baby, send the first customer in.”