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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Review, Excerpt, & Giveaway! Red Handed by @ShellyBell987 @TastyBookTours


Red Handed
A Benediction Novel
By: Shelly Bell
Releasing March 10th, 2015
Avon Red Impulse
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An exhibitionist who's waited her whole life to be seen …

After her stepmother is abducted, Danielle Walker has no choice but to follow the kidnapper's cryptic instructions. Under the guise of a sex slave trainee, she must infiltrate Cole DeMarco's BDSM club and find evidence of his offshore bank account … or she'll never see her stepmother alive again. But Master Cole is no stranger, and despite the dark past they share, Danielle cannot resist his magnetic pull.

The voyeur who's always been watching …

As Danielle begins uncovering Cole's secrets, the artistic voyeur arouses her deepest desires, and she surrenders to a fiery passion she never expected. But with time running out to save her stepmother, Danielle and Cole will face off against an evil growing more ruthless by the day … and discover a twisted web of lies, betrayal, and murder that neither saw coming.


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4.5 Stars!
Scorching Hot and Sexy!  This is my first book by Shelly Bell and I immediately need to read the White Collared series.  

Danielle is forced to join Benediction. She is to be trained as a sex slave, but it's a cover.  Her real mission is to get information from Cole DeMarco.  To gain his trust, seduce him and get some paperwork.  If not her kidnapped Stepmother will die.  What she doesn't expect is to be freed from feeling like an outcast.  To feel like she actually belongs.  She doesn't expect to still feel attracted to Cole DeMarco, the man who betrayed her family and killed her father.

Cole DeMarco is like god.  He's gorgeous, broody and he's the Master.  He's the owner of Benediction and he has secrets.  Lots and lots of secrets.  He has granted Danielle permission to train as a sex slave, but he also knows she's lying about why she wants to be there....Why allow her then?  Simply....She's his fantasy.

I loved the attraction between the two.  They both had their reasons for secrets and they both desired each other.  It was a lot of panty melting scenes...(fans myself).  They had a magnetic pull towards each other and even though Danielle wanted to deny it, her body and heart wouldn't.  Cole has desired her for eight years, he tries to stay away, but his body and mind won't allow it.  Cole still knows that Danielle is not being honest.  But what is she hiding? 

As the story weaves around, the darkness is trying to creep in and grab ahold.  The threats, the phone calls, the twists and turns are getting worse.  The lies and betrayal may be Danielle's undoing.  She must find the truth before it's too late...will she accomplish her mission or will she lose? 

This book is suspenseful, sexy as sin and hot as hell!  I was a quivering mess at times...wow!  It will open your eyes to BDSM and at times you may cringe, but it will open your eyes to the lifestyle.  This book will throw you at times and the ending...NOT expecting that!  Boom!  Fantastic read!  Shelly Bell does a wonderful job with her descriptions and I could totally picture the characters and the scenes.  4.5 Scorching Panty Melting Stars!!! 

Review by Heather Driscoll 

Steeling herself for his rejection, she slowly unbuttoned her coat, starting at the top and working her way down, one by one until she ran out of buttons . . . and time. Pulling the flaps of her coat open, she exposed her sparsely clad body.
The kidnappers had instructed her to wear the clothes they’d provided. In the airport bathroom, she’d changed out of her conservative slacks and blouse into a black leather corset and a tiny scrap of lacy fabric that was supposed to pass for panties. Prior to an hour ago, she’d never worn either type of underclothes, having always bought comfortable full-size cotton underwear and sensible underwire bras.
The corset sucked in her stomach and cinched tight at her waist, making it more difficult to breathe. Not to mention her D-cup breasts practically spilled over the top.
As he took in the sight of her in the unflattering attire, Cole clenched his jaw, and his outstretched hand curled into a fist.
This is why she’d never given into the desire to truly expose herself to others. Why she’d limited herself to sunbathing naked by the pool and driving alone in her SUV with her skirt hiked up to her waist where she could feel exposed, even though no one could see her. Why she’d remained in the shadows at parties, bringing herself to climax by discreetly rubbing her forearms across her distended nipples and pressing her clitoris into a chair or the edge of a wall column. In addition to the fact that acting on several of her urges would be illegal, no one wanted to see her naked body.
Tears threatened, burning her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to admit defeat and wither away like a vine in winter. Instead she turned around and slipped the mink off her shoulders.
A warm breath caressed the shell of her ear. Antsy excitement swirled through her belly upon the realization that Cole had positioned himself right behind her, so close she felt the heat radiating from him. She swore she felt his nose in her hair, almost as though he was inhaling her scent. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she stifled a moan when Cole’s fingertips lightly brushed the tops of her arms.
“Sit, Danielle,” he said, the harsh tone of the command knocking her back to reality.
He’d taken her coat while she’d continued to stand with her back to him like an idiot, lost in a fantasy where he wasn’t her enemy, and she wasn’t here under duress.
He set the mink on the back of a chair and perched himself on the edge of his desk. At least he no longer looked as though he wanted her out of his home. In fact, she couldn’t read his emotionless face at all.
The sudden change in his demeanor threw off her equilibrium, and she didn’t like it, preferring his blatant antagonism over the composed businessman in front of her. Throughout her life, she’d watched how women could manipulate men simply with a smile or a brush of a hand down a tuxedoed chest.
Unlike them, this man would prove difficult to manipulate. He’d burn as hot as lava then freeze as cold as an iceberg, burying any and all his secrets far beneath the surface. How far would she have to dig in order to expose them?


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A sucker for a happy ending, Shelly Bell writes sensual romance often with a bit of kink and action-filled erotic thrillers with high-emotional stakes for her alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines.
She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
She currently writes for Avon Red Impulse, Loose Id, and Soul Mate Publishing.

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2 comments:

  1. Thanks for hosting Red Handed. I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

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