I know the game. I know the angle. I know how to make you beg.
My hands on your body, my mouth hovering over yours—I’ll tell you everything you want to hear. Ten inches of real estate never felt so good.
But don’t take my word for it. My client list is long and my motto is short—one single thrust and you’re mine. I’m not good at what I do, I’m fantastic. But satisfaction doesn’t come cheap. So open your wallet and prepare to forget your name. I’m about to ruin you for any other man.
One single thrust and you’re mine.
Roxie and Jen’s Review
Let us star this review with a statement. Lately we’ve been the moodiest readers ever. We were both reading an ARC yesterday and we just couldn’t get into it at all. So when Thrust popped up on Roxie’s feed and after reading the synopsis and seeing the reviews on, Amazon she quickly grabbed a sample. She told Jen to grab ASAP and voila!
We were looking for something lighter, funny and hot and THRUST fit the bill perfectly.
Alex Vega is a male escort who fucks like God and enjoys the luxuries supported by his “job”.
His no strings, just pay me and love my dick attitude worked for him for the past 3 years. He has a 5 year plan and he is happy to see the numbers in his back account rising until he meets Olivia.
Olivia single handedly messes up everything he mapped out. She is feisty and hot. The first woman who interested him ever since he returned from the war zone.
She has her own demons that she’s been fighting for years unsuccessfully. Her pain runs deep. What starts with an insanely hot hate-fuck quickly turns into more as they explore each other.
“Alex Vega didn’t fuck me. He consumed me.”
This book is steamy and there is definitely an insta-attraction, but Sybil Bartel made it realistic and believable. Alex and Olivia had an amazing connection that they both tried to fight against, for different reasons, unsuccessfully.
“Happiness wasn’t a choice. It was opportunity.”
If you are looking for a quick, hot read with a good plot and excellent writing make it Thrust. You won’t be disappointed. Alex will melt your panties. We will be definitely be picking up Sybil Bartol books again in the future!!
About Sybil Bartel
Sybil grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She used to dream of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books about wistful summer days and first loves drew her into the world of storytelling.
Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she’s not writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
Here are ten things you really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a Sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaked her out. Her favorite word is desperate, or dirty, or both, she can’t choose. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never rely on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.
To find out more about Sybil, visit her on Twitter to see what she’s up to. Commitment phobic until she met her husband, she loves those little 140 character snippets.
Or check out her Facebook page, if, you know, you’re feeling more wordy.