Wednesday, 14 October 2015

REVIEW!! F#ck Forbidden boxed set by Ava Jackson

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Title: F#ck Forbidden (Boxed Set)
Author: Ava Jackson
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2015


The filthiest boxed set you'll read all year!
If you can't handle two dominant brothers who want to introduce you to their filthy mouths and huge cocks, this isn't the book for you. Carry on.

STEPBROTHER MASTER Three months. Three months trapped on a ranch in remote Montana with my mom’s latest husband … and his dark, brooding son. I shouldn’t care that my new stepbrother’s talent with ropes goes beyond lassoing stray cattle. I shouldn’t care that his every look says he wants me … but he’s going to fight it to the bitter end. I shouldn’t care that as the summer rolls on, my fascination overwhelms my better judgment and now I’m dying to call my stepbrother … Master.

HIS PLAYTHING An ass you could bounce a quarter off of. That’s the sight that greets me of my new roommate as he f*cks a blonde on the kitchen table. That’s right before I get an eyeful of his giant cock. Cue wet panties. Oh, and did I mention he’s a Navy SEAL? One semester. That’s as long as I have to last—and then I’m gone, graduated, off into the real world. But can I survive that long without becoming … his plaything?


To start with, I haven’t actually read a stepbrother book before, despite the genre being one of the ‘in’ things. Secondly, I read both these books in one sitting—devoured them even—unable to go to sleep until I’d finished them both.

Stepbrother Master
We have Ford and Emma…
Meet Emma, whose mother is about to be married for the fourth time. She’s tried to get out of it, but succumbs to her mother’s pleading and ends up on a huge ranch in Montana for the summer break.
Ford is sceptical about Emma and her mother, believing they’re both just gold-diggers looking to score a quick buck.
Despite each of their scepticisms about what’s going on, there’s instant heat between them. A pull. Desire. They both resist the heat and tension between them, but only until Emma stumbles upon Ford’s secret lifestyle—then she’s all he can think about, and what Emma witnessed keeps her up at night.
Once their parents are married, Emma and Ford give in and have a week of bliss, but it plays on Emma’s conscience, especially after her mum and new stepdad return from their honeymoon.
Hot sex, indecision and forbidden love make this a great read.

His Plaything
Avery and Nixon are the stars of this one.
Avery meets her new family at the end of Emma and Ford’s book. Avery is Emma’s stepsister of sorts. Even though their parents are divorced, they still consider each other as sisters. This lessens to taboo in our minds, but not in Avery’s.
When Avery’s dad can’t pay for her college accommodation on top of tuition, a solution is found by her stepmother’s new husband. Move into Nixon’s condo. Avery thought she’d have the place to herself given Nixon is a SEAL and often away. What she didn’t consider was that he was home…
She walks in on Nixon f*cking a woman on his dining table. After having the image of a naked and erect Nixon seared into her mind, she lays down a rule of no more sexual shenanigans in the condo. He objects then makes his own rule for her to consider. He’s just returned from nine months deployment and refuses to go without sex for the entire time she’s there. 
His solution has her running scared, yet intrigued.

Again, it’s Avery who is hung up on the detail of being stepsiblings despite being further removed from the title than Emma is—who has no problem with it now!
Another good story and quite an easy read. Between the two it took me around 6 hours to read and was an enjoyable was to spend an evening. With nothing to compare it to in the genre, I couldn’t say how it stands up against others, but I enjoyed them both thoroughly.

“I don’t think an uppity little princess like you could even begin to understand what a man like me needs. Let alone have a chance in hell of delivering it.” 
Her flashing blue eyes taunted me. “Try me.” 
The answer shocked the shit out of me. I wrapped my hand around her shoulder and crowded her until she was forced to back up a step. And then another—until her back hit the wall and I was blocking her escape. 
“You think you could handle this, sweetheart?” She opened her mouth to reply, but I didn’t wait. I’d had enough fucking waiting tonight. I lowered my lips to hers and devoured. My hands tangled in her hair, and I angled her head so I could deepen the kiss. Her hot little tongue darted out, and I took it as the green light to take this a step further. I shifted my left leg, sliding it between her thighs. It caught on her skirt, so I dropped one hand to the hem and shoved it higher. 
Gripping the back of her thigh, I slid my hand up… and up... until I hit the soft smooth skin of her bare ass. I groaned into her mouth at the discovery, deepening the kiss. Her ass, which I’d openly admired from day one, was soft and full, and I fought the urge to give it a little swat, just to make sure she knew who was now in charge. 
Her hands skimmed up my chest, and I pressed into her, wanting to feel her against me. I swallowed the little whimpers she made as I took my time caressing every inch of her luscious, curvy little body Fuck. Had I known she was wearing a thong beneath this dress, I couldn’t have been held responsible for my actions. I took half a step back, and my palm teased her cheek before sliding between her legs. My cock jerked insistently the second I felt the damp lace covering her pussy. 
She shifted, pressing against my hand, and it took everything in me not to shove that flimsy barrier aside and sink two fingers deep inside her. I pulled back from the kiss only a fraction of an inch. “Fuck me, you’re soaked, baby. Did your pussy get wet watching me earlier, or were you waiting for my hand on this hot little cunt?” Her moan in response was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. I wanted inside of her. I just fucking wanted her. 
The thought slammed into me with the subtly of a freight train. I pulled back, dropping my hand and placing a few necessary inches of separation between us. Her eyes fluttered open, and I couldn’t deny the rush of male pride that surged through me at the clouded arousal in them. We both stood, inches apart, sucking in enough oxygen to get our brains back to normal functioning levels. My attention locked on her and her every movement.

About Ava Jackson
Ava enjoys naughty things. She’s drawn to the forbidden and taboo, and writes kink that makes you think. Raised in Idaho, Ava now lives on the East Coast with her husband, and two dogs.

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