Well ladies it’s time for one of my schmexiest and most favorite rock Gods ever!! He’s yummy, and dirty, and a bit of an ass but really isn’t that what makes him so effin amazing? I think so!! May I introduce or remind you of the sexy ass man that is…
I am so not usually the rockstar girl on this blog. Honestly, I love a suit however I read Devoured and about lost my shit. He’s sexy, alpha, cocky, well endowed *raises eyebrows*, and just all around fucking hot! I swear WHY can’t I find men like this in real life???? I swear I would be a really really good girl if Santa would deliver Lucas to me!!!
Ok so he pretty much stalks Sienna because she’s amazing and he has to have her. He’s like a freak of nature and he’s dominant and has a bit of a BDSM thing which TOTALLY does it for me. Just saying… Anyway I love him and his dirty mouth. Oh you want to see what I mean? Geez you guys are kinda greedy but I like it!
“Don’t forget the deal you’re making. Can’t say I’m not looking forward to the next several days. I’ve already got this vivid idea of how you’ll taste after you’ve said the words. How you’ll feel when I’m inside of you. Have you imagined it yet?”
Yes I have Lucas I’ve imagined.. A LOT
Then we have the whole issue that he HAS issues. I love the broken ones! So much fun watching and seeing what they’re going to do. Lucas is one of the best rockstar book boyfriends. In fact he won our Schemexiest Book Rockstar!!! YES BECAUSE HE’S AMAZEBALLS!!!
Still not sold? Hmm maybe you need another photo?
I’m so accommodating I would have submitted to him…ANYWHO… For my fellow Lucas Lovers I have a freaking treat and half for you!!! Emily Snow has hooked us the hell up with an EXCLUSIVE BONUS SCENE!!!! Just because she loves you SO MUCH!! Wanna read it???
LOL I’m just playing.. here you go!!! Lets chat after!
Exclusive Bonus Scene!
Devoured Bonus Scene
Chapter 1&2: REUNITED
I notice her well before she sees me.
She’s standing beside of that little fuck who’d given me such a hard time when I went out to the Previn house—correction, my house—a week ago. With wisps of her flame red hair escaping from her long ponytail and her arms crossed tightly over those amazing breasts that I came so close to unwrapping back in Los Angeles, she looks frazzled. Just like she did the first time I met her.
Not even two years and dozens of women could have made me forget her.
“Lucas?” The sound of a soft, feminine voice brings my attention down and to an entirely different set of tits. My attorney—and for the life of me, I can’t think of her name right now—moves her lips into a satisfied smile when she realizes she’s managed to catch most of my attention. “I was asking if you’re interested in grabbing a drink with me to celebrate?”
The last thing I want to do is celebrate putting an old woman out of her home, but I don’t tell her that. I shake my head. “I’ve got plans.”
The attorney stops me before I can walk away, placing her palm on my forearm. “You can reschedule, can’t you?” Her voice has dropped to a whisper, and I release a rough laugh as I stop her from tracing her fingernail around one of the tattoos on my wrist.
I lift my gaze back to Sienna. “I’ve got to pass tonight,” I say, frowning. The guy beside of her is whispering something into her, and when he’s done and pulls back, she’s glaring. I hope she’s not with that dick. And if she is, I hope she just told him to fuck off.
Turning away from the shithead, Sienna’s blue eyes lock with mine. She doesn’t react, and I’ve got to admit, it’s a kick to my pride that she doesn’t recognize me. But then, she turns that delicious shade of red that crawls up her chest and creeps up her beautiful face, and I know I she remembers.
I also know that I’m about to lose her again as she hurries out of the courtroom.
My attorney doesn’t physically try to stop me when I take off after Sienna, but she calls after me, “If you change your mind, you have my card.”
It doesn’t take me much effort to catch up to Sienna, but I don’t approach her as she ducks into a themed café. Instead, I walk around the block, oblivious to the cold and snow as I work out what to say to her.
Sorry for telling you to fuck off two years ago.
You were one of my regrets.
Fuck, I still want you.
When I finally go into the cafe, I find her at a table near the back with her head down and her phone out. She’s furiously tapping away at the keyboard, and I can’t resist touching her, covering her hand with my own. She’s soft, and all I can think about is how her fingers will feel clawing their way across my back.
Gasping, she looks up at me, knocking over a bowl of sugar packets.
I grin. “Room for one more?” It doesn’t matter if there is—I’m going to sit across from her whether she wants me to or not.
Her pink lips curl into a sneer. “Not much for spending time with strangers. So, sorry, there’s not,” she says through her teeth as I slide into the booth.
Even though I had every intention of apologizing for kicking her out of my place two years ago, that doesn’t happen. Instead, for the next ten minutes, we go back and forth—with her refusing me and me flustering her more and more. It’s not until right before she leaves that she drops a bomb on me after I demand to know why she’s here in Nashville. Why she’s with Previn’s idiot grandson, even though I don’t come right out and ask her that particular question.
Jerking out of my grip, Sienna offers me a stiff smile as she slams her phone into her purse. “I’m here because some douche bag musician from California”—taking a deep breath, she smooths down strands of her hair—“bought my grandmother’s house.”
I’m stunned as I process what she just said—that she’s Previn’s grandkid and either the Wondershit’s sister or cousin. “I see,” I finally say.
She nods slowly. “So you’ll understand why I’m saying this: Go fuck yourself, Lucas.”
Something about hearing her say those words sends me over the edge, and I know I’ve got to have this woman. That I’ve got to own her. It isn’t the first time I’ve wanted to do that, but I’m not letting her go until I follow through. “I’ve only heard you that forceful once, so I’ve got to ask: Was that for your grandma or for what happened with us?” I demand, leaning close to her.
She shivers. “Both.”
As I watch her throw down some money and stalk out of the restaurant, I realize just how much I’ve won today.
Sienna’s already given herself to me—she just doesn’t know it yet.
Well WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH I think I need a re-read!!!!!!!!!!!! I love this series and I can’t wait for Consumed!! I need some more of the Schmexiest Rockstar named Lucas Wolfe. Go get yourself Devoured if you haven’t already!
Reading Order for the Devoured Series
All Over You .5 ~ Novella prequel to Devoured
Devoured ~ The Devoured Series 1
Absorbed ~ 1.5
Consumed ~ The Devoured Series 2
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