MASKED INNOCENCE (Innocence #2)
The man was sinful. It wasn't just the looks that made him dangerous, it was the cocky confidence that dominated every move, every touch. And the frustrating yet ecstatic fact about the whole package was that he could back it all up…
Julia Campbell never knows what to expect with win-at-all-costs Brad De Luca. And she's starting to like it that way. She gave up safe, conventional relationships when she let the elite divorce attorney seduce her into his world. Now that he's determined to strip her naked of every inhibition, she's in danger of falling too deep and too fast.
But their affair begins to feel even more dangerous when a murder leaves a trail of suspicion that points straight to the mob…and Brad. Trusting a man with a bad reputation and a past full of secrets seems like a mistake. But when she's forced to make a choice, the consequences will take her further than she could ever have imagined.
“What, pray tell, could I already be in trouble for?” Sitting at a four-top in the brick-walled restaurant, Brad’s face could only be described as pained, as he ended a call and stood at my approach, stepping aside and pulling out my chair.
I sat, accepting the kiss he placed on my cheek, a kiss that moved, traveling down my neck before I pulled back with a squeal, a smile fighting me tooth and nail to reach my mouth. “What makes you think you are in trouble?” I purred, crossing my legs and reaching forward, dipping a carrot in some hummus and crunching down on it, Brad looking at me in barely contained disgust. “What?”
“That stuff. It looks disgusting.”
I snorted, all sexy purrs now gone. “Disgusting? You ordered it!”
“I ordered it because women everywhere seem to eat it, and I was trying to find something you’d like in this granolified tent that they call a restaurant.”
I smothered a smile, looking around. He had a point. Birkenstocks and deodorant-free patrons seemed to be the vibe this place was going for. It had been a recommendation from Alex, and was one of the few downtown restaurants that was avoided by the staff. Now I knew why. “No steaks on the menu?”
“Barely any meat on the menu. One free-range chicken dish, the rest is all vegetarian. I’ll eat at home, but you need something. Here.” He pushed a laminated menu across the small table, and I scanned it quickly, fighting my own urge to curl an upper lip. The items were all healthy, all organic, and all… unappetizing. I spotted vegetable soup and decided to go with that, setting the menu aside and looking at Brad.
The man was sinful. Tan skin, thick black hair, with bits of silver littering it. Dark brown eyes that held every emotion possible, with the tendency to smolder and cloud at just the moment when it drove me the craziest. Strong features that worked perfectly together to make every grin, grimace, and glare heartstoppingly gorgeous. But honestly, you could run his face through a blender, shave his head bald, and starve the man out of his amazing, too built for mortal men build, and he would still be stop-you-in-your-tracks sexy. Because it wasn’t the looks that really made him sizzle, it was the pure sex that reeked from his pores, the cocky confidence that dominated every move, every touch. And the horrible yet ecstatic fact about the whole package is that he could back it all up with mind-numbing sexual prowess. He knew what he rocked beneath those dress pants, and he knew that he knew exactly how to use the damn thing. It was, as I had thought a thousand times before, ridiculously unfair.
“Stop smirking at me.” I spoke through a half-eaten carrot, hoping that my mental droolfest hadn’t show in my face, which I fixed into an irritated scowl.
“I’ll smirk at you until you tell me what I have done wrong. I assure you, I have not fucked anybody since you left my house last night.” He leaned back, placing his hands in his pockets, his legs spread. He looked relaxed, which was the last thing I wanted him looking.
Our waitress, an overall-wearing blonde, swung by and I handed her the menu, requesting the soup and a glass of ice water. Then I took him out of his not-even-present misery and reached into my bag, pulling out the spreadsheet Rebecca had emailed me and slapping it onto the table.
He leaned forward, his hands still in his pocket and glanced at the document before leaning back and shrugging. “So?”
“So? That’s your response? Do you know what this is?”
“Yeah. It’s the questionnaire. Rebecca sends it to all of the important women in my life.” He gave me a grin that indicated that I should thank my lucky stars and dance around hugging myself, so grateful that he graced me with receiving his ridiculous spreadsheet. I wanted to take the hummus and shove it all over his face.
“Let me read this shit to you, Brad. Birthday, Time of Monthly Cycle, Favorite Authors, Favorite Clothing Store, Shoe Size, Bra Size, Name of four closest friends, Favorite Band –”
“Where are you going with this, Julia?” he interrupted my rant, which was too bad, because I was just getting to the good stuff.
“I’m not telling her – or you – all this shit! This is Lazy Boyfriend 101. This is her cheat sheet so that she can buy all the right presents at all of the appropriate times! Text you during social events, reminding you of my friends’ names. This is the stuff we are supposed to discover about each other during dates – things that you are supposed to care enough to find out, and then remember!” I slammed my hand on the table, the noise loud in the small restaurant.
He didn’t move, studying me from his seat, his head tilted as his eyes burned through me. “Okay.”
He shrugged. “Okay. I’ll tell her to throw away the list, as far as you are concerned. You’re right.”
My mouth threatened to drop open again. That was easy. From the man whom I had expected to fight me tooth and nail, on principle and stubbornness alone.
My astonishment must have shown; he gave a quick laugh and leaned forward. “Rebecca doesn’t know, okay? I told her I was dating someone, and she probably assumed you are like the other girls. I don’t need that list, I know half the shit on it already, and will know the rest soon enough. Forget it. I’ll talk to Rebecca and make sure she leaves you alone from here on out.” He grinned at me, reaching across the table and grabbing my arm. “Now, am I forgiven?”
I tried to glare at him, but my anger had abandoned me somewhere around his admittance of fault. My face contorted in a variety of expressions before I finally returned his grin, accepting the tug of his hands and meeting him across the table for a quick, panty-melting kiss.
*Masked Innocence is a continuation from book 1 (Blindfolded Innocence) and should be read in order*
Alessandra does it again! As soon as I think I know where this series is going, BAM!, she mixes it up and throws me for a loop (a good loop). Starting Masked Innocence you feel like the story is going in one direction (Kindle melting hotness) and then it twists and turns into something more intriguing and the twists again and reveals some very interesting facts! Masked Innocence will keep you on your toes and waiting to see what will happen next.
I don't want to give too much away but just when you thought Brad DeLuca couldn't get any yummier or sexier, Alessandra Torre dishes up Masked Innocence. I love Brad's character, he really is the man you don't want to like but end up falling madly in love with by the end of things. The magnetic pull he has is hard to resist and he is a naughty boy to boot! Julia, while still very young, grows up a bit in this book. I really enjoyed her character more and I can't wait to see how this all plays out in the last installment.
It is no secret that I am and fan of Alessandra Torre and this series just got better with the addition of Masked Innocence. I loved the twists and the added intrigue to this book and am dying to get my hands on the End of the Innocence to see how it all comes together!
Alessandra Torre is one of my go-to Authors where I know I will get a great story, hot sex and men that you can't say no to! If you enjoy great characters, molten heat and stories that keep you guessing then the Innocence series should be on your Kindle (or Nook) this weekend!
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MEET THE AUTHOR:
Alessandra Torre is a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks. The sequel to Blindfolded, Masked Innocence, will be released in February 2014.
Alessandra lives in the Southern United States and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.
Learn more about Alessandra on her website at www.alessandratorre.com, or you can find her on Twitter (@ReadAlessandra) or her Facebook fanpage.
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