ELLA FRANK BROOKE BLAINE
Release Date: July 11th
Genre: Contemporary Romance M/M
Ace Locke is Hollywood’s hottest action hero. Women across the globe fling their panties in his direction, but Ace isn’t interested in those—he’s more of a boxer briefs kind of guy. Specifically, those of the nearly naked male model on a billboard he drives past every day.
Though he recently made headlines for his public coming out, Ace is wary about pursuing a relationship, fearing what the court of public opinion will do to his career. But there’s something in the model’s expression that intrigues him and has him wondering what if?
Dylan Prescott just scored his biggest modeling campaign yet. One that has him plastered all over L.A. in not much more than what he was born with. And when he’s cast in Ace’s latest blockbuster, it puts him in close proximity to his ultimate fantasy.
Outwardly confident, Dylan has no problem with his sexuality or his pretty-boy looks, and uses both to his advantage to get what he wants. And what he wants is the impossible—Ace Locke.
From Ella Frank’s Sunset Cove series and Brooke Blaine’s L.A. Liaisons series comes a scorchingly hot novel that blends humor, passion, and romance.
What happens when these two worlds collide?
Never since Hiddleswift has a relationship taken me by surprise as much as the one between Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine. But after reading Aced, they make more sense than Elton John and David Furnish. I’m totally shipping them.
Turns out though, that Blank have actually written books together before. How did I not know this? What rock have I been living under? I can’t be too sad about all of this however because now I have four more books to add to my ever-growing TBR list! Anyway, I digress…
This book: Aced
Ella and Brooke are too extremely tricksy bunnies. So be warned. I was lulled into a false sense of security with their two hotter-than-hell characters, the easy flowing plot, and the old familiar characters making guest appearances, the witty banter and the hilarious humour. I was completely distracted by the chemistry and sexual tension that existed between Dylan and Ace.( These two are off the charts hot and erotic together!) I was flowering in the warm glow of their blooming romance…
And then BAM! Angst and drama hit me like a freight train and I punished my bladder because I didn’t want to quit reading this book even for the short time a bathroom break would take. This book was extremely entertaining. It had everything your little heart could possibly desire! Hot hero (x2), sweetness, sarcasm, humour, hotness, angst and oodles of charm! I definitely recommend it!
(ARC provided by Blank in exchange for an honest review)
“WAS THIS YOUR plan?” he asked, his voice low and husky. “Invite me over…get me in your bedroom…”
My racing heart could’ve answered that question for him it was beating so hard, and I almost wished it would, since being this close had every thought fleeing my brain. Especially when he leaned in like he was going to whisper in my ear, his words a silky breath across my chin.
“What happens next?” Dylan fingered the buckle of my belt, and I immediately reached down to still his hand.
“Hang on a second,” I said, and could feel my chest tightening at what he was implying. Jesus, I wanted this so bad, wanted him so bad, yet at the same time I was utterly terrified.
“No,” Dylan said, removing his hand from mine. I caught my breath as he slid his finger over the buckle once again. “Not this time. You have a nasty habit of starting things and never quite finishing them, Ace Locke.”
His teasing tone made me want to kiss the smirk off his face, but I was caught between all the things I wanted to do and everything I’d always held myself back from.
“Kind of like yesterday in your car. You corner me somewhere and then seem to think better of it.” As Dylan angled his head to the side, he slipped his fingers behind the buckle and took a step backward. “Why is that?”
His fingers had frozen in place, and I knew if I wanted anything else beyond this to happen, I needed to say something—and fast. So I said the first thing that came to mind: “Because you make me fucking forget myself.”
Clearly that answer was more than okay by the man whose fingers had now tightened around the top off my pants, because Dylan continued moving backward, this time drawing me with him until his back was against my bedroom wall and I was crowding him in.
“And this is a bad thing?” he asked, and even in the darkness of the room I knew his eyes were on mine.
“No…” I said, and took in a shaky breath before admitting, “It’s a dangerous thing.”
“So this”—Dylan pulled the end of my belt from its loop—“would be too dangerous.”
I cursed under my breath as he tugged my hips closer, and his other hand went to the side of my neck. His thumb grazed my lower lip, and instantly it took me back to the first time I’d seen him, seen that same thumb brushing against his lip, and I let out a soft moan.
“Just a taste,” he whispered, his head angling toward mine. “That wouldn’t be too dangerous. Right?” He didn’t wait for me to respond before his mouth skimmed the line of my jaw. As I held my breath, he planted light, feathery kisses down my neck, and I had to put a hand on the wall to steady myself.
“I think it’d be very fucking dangerous,” I said, but I didn’t move away. No way in hell was I going anywhere, no matter how many red flags were waving, telling me I was going too far. I wanted this, wanted him, and only the devil himself could drag me away.
Dylan’s lips left my neck and he leaned back to look me in the eye. “So stop me.”
I shook my head. “No.”
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Ella Frank is the author of the #1 Bestselling Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite erotic serial, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”
A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR.
You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.
Brooke enjoys writing sassy contemporary romance, whether in the form of comedy, suspense, or erotica. The latter has scarred her conservative Southern family for life, bless their hearts.
If you’d like to get in touch with her, she’s easy to find – just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for ten years.