Having had prior experience with M J Nightingale’s work I was excited to receive a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review. I went into Beautiful Bounty with high expectations and it did not disappoint. Beautiful Bounty can be considered a chart topping book.
This is the first book in the Bounty Hunter series and it is a great start to what appears to be an exciting series. A steamy and sizzling read filled with drama, suspense and romance. This is the type of story that will keep you on the edge of your seat and have you turning the pages as you are eager to find out what’s going to happen next.
Beautiful Bounty tells the story of a young and beautiful soon to be college graduate, Veronica Sears. Her ex-boyfriend framed her for drug smuggling . She was granted bail and was mortified when she discovered that the person responsible for securing her bail was the last person she expected to ever see again. Nick Marino is every red blooded female fantasy. He never forgot his first encounter with Veronica as
such when the opportunity came for him to ensure that she did not skip bail, he was happy to take on the task. The chemistry between these two is explosive at best. They tried to fight their attraction, but this proved to be an exercise in futility.
I found the character to be delightful, except for Veronica’s ex. He is the ultimate scumbag. Selfish, greedy and spoilt. My favourite is Veronica. Feisty. opinionated and not one to sit back and wait for someone to prove her innocence. She is determined to take matters into her own hands. She found it difficult to trust; a trait that would be difficult to fault her for in light of what her ex did to her. I loved the way her family stood by her throughout her ordeal. It was interesting to see how the author incorporated the characters from her Secrets and Seduction series into this title, allowing readers to catch up on what has happened in their lives since their stories were written.
Overall, an enjoyable read. This is an amazing story that will leave you craving for more. I am eagerly awaiting the remaining books in the series. If you love romance that’s filled with drama, intrigue and love scenes that sizzles, then Beautiful Bounty would be a great fit.
“Seriously Nikko.” She rolled her eyes at him, just shook her head, and began to fiddle with the wrapping on her straw. She popped it into the top of the Styrofoam container, and then took a sip of her strawberry milkshake, a long one.
He watched her curiously. He knew he had been flirting, but only to make her jealous, and realize what she missed out on last summer by running from him. He began to peel the paper off of his own straw when she finally came up for air. He wished those lips were sucking something else. His cock was enjoying the thought immensely. He was grateful the table was hiding his powerful erection.
As Ronnie took another pull on the straw she saw Nikko squirm on the seat uncomfortably as he tried to get his straw unwrapped. “Oh yes!” she whispered huskily and licked her lips. She put the straw back in her mouth to suck a little more of the frothy, creamy concoction into her mouth. Two, could play his game, she thought, as his jaw hit the dirt. She could make more out of her enjoyment of the milkshake than she really felt and give him a little dose of his own medicine. She released the straw and then darted out her tongue to lick the tiny bubble of ice cream that appeared on top. Nikko jammed his straw into his own mouth and looked at her fiercely. Smiling and then ignoring him, she popped the straw back into her mouth sucking greedily.
Nikko’s mouth dropped at the sight of Ronne’s lips on the straw, sucking. And her words practically had him shoot a load like he was a teenaged boy again. His blood was pumping in his veins. The wrong veins, or maybe the right ones. He felt his cock in his pants stir against the constraints. The second, no maybe third time that day, she’d made him harder than the Rock of Gibraltar. He shifted on the wooden seat uncomfortably. His balls would be blue in no time if she continued her little sensuous torment much longer. He knew what she was doing, but that didn’t, couldn’t stop his reaction to it.
He finally took another sip of his own drink needing the coolness of it to tame the flames she was fanning. It was good. “Oh yes,” he teased her back saying it breathily. “So good!” he purred and went in for another sip.
They exchanged glances over their straws and then both of them couldn’t help themselves, they burst out laughing simultaneously.
They laughed, and for Ronnie it felt good. It was the first time she had laughed in days, and had not thought about all the things she had to face. For Nikko, it was startling. He realized he loved her laugh, and would like to hear her do that more often. Like last summer, he realized there was something about this girl who made him want more than just a roll in the hay. But, he couldn’t think of that now
Ronnie knew she was drunk because this was just feeling so good. She needed to stop him. But somehow she couldn’t. He smelled so damn good. The cologne, the sea breeze, the wind, and his tongue trailing down her neck had her senses spiraling. That and the three glasses of champagne she had consumed. His lips and teeth nuzzled her neck, little nips that felt like tiny explosions. His hand slid up her rib cage. She felt the timeless exploration under her breast as he tested its weight. He gently squeezed, and then flicked her nipple beneath the thin material of the bridesmaid gown she wore. He pulled the cup down and a cool blast of night air hit her before his mouth descended on the tiny bud. His mouth was hot. Oh yes! His tongue divine as it titillated her even further. She was the opposite of senseless. She was on fire.
Nikko couldn’t believe his luck. The blond beauty had given him the cold shoulder whenever their paths crossed. But, the little ice princess had warmed up to him. All it had taken was a few drinks, a few dances, and a few suggestions whispered in her ear. He murmured his appreciation around the mouthful of the most amazing breasts he had ever seen in his twenty six years. This little spitfire with the snapping brown eyes had continued to ignore him throughout the ceremony. But at the reception, she loosened up. Let her hair down so to speak. Once he got her on the dance floor, and showed her a few moves, she came undone and began to relax. He liked her like this. Very much.
“Oh God!” she whimpered as he circled her nipple with his tongue and then gently pulled on it with his teeth. She was tugging on his dark hair, pulling him closer, showing him her true nature. She wanted this, and he was more than happy to comply.
They met two weeks ago at the rehearsal dinner for his cousin’s wedding. From that moment, he knew he wanted her, underneath him, on top, he didn’t care. She was every man’s wet dream even though it seemed like she didn’t know it. And right now, she was making one of his fantasies come true, up against a palm tree on the beach in a relatively secluded alcove. She was pushing against him, craving the contact. There was no denying he relished it. And he thanked his lucky stars, because he wanted her, badly. His cock had been at attention all through their dances. Now, it was straining against his black dress pants needing its own gratification.
But, he meant to please her first. She was leaning against the coarse bark of a skinny palm, on the beach where hours earlier his cousin, Victor, wed his lovely bride, Monica. His free hand snaked up her thigh. It was shapely. The girl’s legs were defined, hard under the smooth surface. He could feel her muscles tremble under her silky skin as he slid his hand up the inside of her leg. He cupped her, and again she pushed into his touch. Not one to deny anyone their pleasure, least of all himself, he felt Ronnie part her legs and slid a finger inside. She was already aroused, and wet. He began to flick her clit as she squirmed in time to his ministrations.
“Oh God, Nikko . . .,” she murmured, “that feels so . . .”
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