People call me Ruthless for a reason.
Whether I’m in the court room or in the bedroom, my reputation is well-earned. I’m either working hard, working out, or working my way into some woman’s panties. But none of them share my particular kink, and I walk away feeling unsatisfied.
Until I met her.
She’s a friend of a friend, which makes her off-limits in my book. But then temptation had me by the balls and I had her up against a wall. She literally fucked my world off its axis, but it can’t happen again.
My plan was avoidance, but that got blown to shit when my firm hired her as a new junior attorney. Now I’m her boss, and I’m supposed to act like I don’t want to bend her over my desk every five minutes.
But I’ve never held myself back with anything before, so consequences be damned, it’s time to show her how damn good it feels…to be ruthless.
Roxie and Jen’s Review
Holy smoking hotness!! This will kind of be a double review of sorts.
YES, YES, YES! Think Meg Ryan orgasmic bliss… We wanted a hot, soaking panties kind of read and we got that and so much MORE! We are suckers for stripper books. Like we can’t get enough and stalk lists looking for them. Well… we hit the motherload. Gina L. Maxwell had us wanting to hire these guys to “come” to our next event!! We picked up Shameless recently which is book 1 in the Playboys in Love series by Gina L Maxwell. We swear to you guys we couldn’t get enough!! The plot, the heat factor, the writing, the chemistry, ALL OF IT just one giant ball of perfection!!! So we quickly begged Gia for Ruthless and boy we were not disappointed!!!!
It was different than book 1 in many ways. Exploring a different kind of sexual kink but still keeping the great plot/writing/chemistry ratio. Maybe even kicking it up a notch if that’s even possible!!!
Roman is so freaking hot, seriously we wanted to climb into the book and lick him to death. He is almost like two different person a cool, collected and successful lawyer by day and panty melting hot pierced tattooed stripper bad boy at night. He is not looking for long term relationship, one night with a side of kink is his specialty till Addison steps into his life.
“Addison, have you heard a word I said? You’re still staring at him like a starved lion at a steak. Give it a rest, girl. He has you on his no-can-do list. As in, he nocan-do you.”
What starts as a one night fuck against a bar wall turns into more quickly as these two explore and get to know each other. The off the charts hot sexual chemistry will melt your panties of during their encounters. But there is so much more to the story than just heat. These characters have a complexity that will keep you going till the very last page. Their vulnerability will give you the little heartache that compliments the sexy side of the story seamlessly making it into a captivating story from start to end.
“… Addie is different. She’s not a means to an end, a woman whose name and face will be forgotten before the sheets ever have time to cool. I don’t want her for temporary sexual satiation. I want her. Period.”
The way these stories are intertwined is an added bonus as we see returning characters enhance the plot.
We are so happy that we picked up those books by Gina L Maxwell and we can’t wait for Austin’s story!!!
Purchase Shameless (Playboys in Love)
Enter for your chance to win a $50 Pure Romance Gift Certificate
Storm clouds gather in his eyes, and he finally loosens his slate gray necktie and unfastens the top button of his crisp, white shirt, exposing the tan skin at the hollow of his throat. He starts to take slow, deliberate steps back to me. “Are you saying that you purposely tried to make me jealous?”
When he’s only a foot away from me, he stops. Twelve inches isn’t enough space to set me at ease, so I cross my arms under my chest, hoping to keep my honey badger appearance while also protecting my metaphorical vulnerable underbelly. “Are you saying you didn’t purposely use Misty to try to make me jealous?”
“Oh, I was using Misty all right, but it wasn’t to make you jealous. It was to distract me. To keep me from dragging you into a darkened corner of the club and fucking you until neither of us could stand. But it worked for shit because Misty isn’t even a second-rate version of you, and apparently my dick knows the difference.”
His response throws me; the conversation has taken a hard left onto a hidden dirt road not marked on the map I was happily following. According to him, he hadn’t been playing head games. He’d been trying to control his desire for me. To swap out the woman he wanted—me—with a woman who, by his own admission, didn’t even come close to comparing.
I have no earthly idea how to respond to this, so I do what I do best in these situations. I pick out something that’s so totally not the point, and I focus on that. “A darkened corner, huh? Sure you didn’t want to just do it on the stage next to the DJ so everyone had a good vantage point?”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t have cared if the entire club watched us. Any discretion I secured would have been for your sake alone.” He takes a single step backward and slides his hands into his pockets slowly, like he’s holstering dangerous weapons. Remembering what it was like to be ravaged by them, I can’t help feel it’s an accurate analogy. “And that, above all else, is the reason there’s no point in pursuing whatever this is between us.”
Now he really has lost me. I tilt my head to the side and ask, “What reason would that be? Because as far as I’m concerned, all you need are the three Cs: chemistry, consent, and plenty of condoms. We have the first two in spades, and if we run out of the third, we can grab another box at the corner drug store.”
“Maybe for normal people.”
I arch a dubious brow. “And you,” I say, “you’re not normal?”
He swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the front of his strong neck, then shakes his head once, as though reluctant to commit to the admission.
And that’s when I realize it.
Roman Reeves is unsure of himself. Or maybe not himself—I have a hard time believing Roman is anything but secure in who he is—but he seems to be unsure how I will view him.
Well, damn. Just when I’d gotten comfortable on the bumpy dirt road, he’s gone and yanked me into a weed-tangled field with no path whatsoever. I don’t know how to navigate this, or if it’s even possible, so I toss out the map, take a step toward my reluctant driver, and decide to go wherever he leads me.
“I’ve never been a big fan of normal.” I step fully into him and run my hands up the front of his shirt. “Show me what it means to be not normal, Roman.”
He catches my wrists, but doesn’t pull me away from him. “It’s more than you’re bargaining for, Addie, believe me.”
“You know, you have a terrible habit of making decisions for me, and it’s really starting to piss me off. Why don’t you stop being so damn vague, man up, and tell me what it is you think I’ll have such a strong aversion to, so I can prove you wrong.”
He spins us in a quarter turn to place the table behind me, then releases my wrists to cage me in with his hands on either side of my hips. Leaning into me, he speaks directly in my ear, his voice deep and deliberate. “I like control, Addison. I like controlling my lover’s pleasure. Her every desire is fulfilled by me or at my command.”
Shivers race over me as I imagine Roman fulfilling my every desire. “Your command. You want to watch me touch myself?”
“No,” he says, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, his lips now a breath away from mine. “I want to watch another man touch you.”
The air in my lungs gets trapped. “Another man,” I manage to rasp out.
“That’s right. I get off on watching another man touch what’s mine, on telling him exactly how to touch her, how to make her come until she’s trembling.”
“Why not just do it yourself?”
“I am doing it myself,” he says as he runs a hand up the outside of my thigh. “Because I’m the one in control, his body is merely an extension of mine. It’s my will that’s being done. It might be his hands, his mouth, even his cock…” He dips his head, and I tilt mine to the side to give him better access to my neck. A sigh shudders between my lips as his nose grazes the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “But it’s my touch, because they’re my words.”
My fingers are clutching his shirt at his lower back like he’s my lifeline. I know if I let go, I’ll fall. Further under his spell, further into the oblivion of pleasure he’s promising with his taboo whispers. So I’m holding on, keeping myself grounded in the moment with the feeling of starched cotton pressed into my palms.
But there’s a voice in my head urging me to let go, and a big part of me—more than I’m willing to admit in this moment—that desperately wants to. I want to fall with this man who’s dominated my fantasies for months. Why not let him dominate me for real, like I’ve imagined at night with my eyes closed and my hand between my legs? All I have to do is be brave enough to trust that he’ll be there to catch me…and let go.
About Gina L. Maxwell
When she’s not reading or writing steamy romance novels, she spends her time losing at Scrabble (and every other game) to her high school sweetheart, doing her best to hang out with their teenagers before they fly the coop, and dreaming about her move to sunny Florida once they do.
You can find her and all her online homes at www.ginalmaxwell.com.