Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: Sinful Rewards 9 – Cynthia Sax

Shannon’s Thoughts

Now that Bree’s committed herself to Hawke, more of Bree’s insecurities come out as she tries to figure out where she fits in his world. When she meets a woman he assigns to her that’s part of the organization, she’s convinced she would be a better fit for Hawke than her. In typical Bree fashion, her minds weaves all sorts of scenarios that convince her that she needs to run from Hawke instead of staying where she is and building something. Leave it to Hawke to sense Bree’s craziness and put her mind somewhat at ease.

With Cynthia out in LA with Cole, her mom at Hawke’s parent’s place in New York, I look forward to the next installment to see if Bree fully embraces her partnership with Hawke or if more self sabotage is on the way.

Sinful Rewards 9 by Cynthia Sax

Avon Impulse / ISBN: 9780062354266

On Sale March 17^th, 2015

R Rated 

“You’ll be safe in the building,” he assures me, not realizing it’s his safety I’m concerned about.

“I know.” I link my fingers with his. His palms are huge, his tanned skin marked with silver scars and calluses. My hands are smaller, slender, pale, and soft. “I still want to look at the footage.” I walk with Hawke toward the door. He shortens his stride to match mine. “I realize I’m not part of your team, but I want to help you.” I need to do something to protect him or I’ll go insane.

“I’d appreciate that help.” Hawke gazes down at me. “Being part of my team implies you report to me, sweetheart.” His eyes glow with emotion. “You don’t.” He brushes a strand of hair behind my right ear, grazing my cheek with his rough fingertips, sending delicious tremors over me. “You’re my partner.”

Oh, God, he knows what I long to hear. “Come here, partner.” I grasp his shoulders, trying to lower his lips to a kissable level.

Hawke dips his head and captures my mouth. I part my lips, eager to taste him, touch him, and he slides his tongue along mine. I suck, pulling on the tip, taking him inside me. He groans and grips my hips, drawing my curves into his muscle, flattening my breasts against his chest.

When we kiss, caress, mesh together, the rest of the world disappears. I fit as I’ve never fit before, merging with him, belonging, perfect and right. Hawke’s stubble grazes my chin, heating me down to my damaged toe. His fingers span across my lower back, his hold on me protective and sure.

I swivel against him, dragging my taut nipples over his pecs, grinding my mons against the hard ridge in his jeans. My panties are soaked, my scent flavoring the air, exciting me, but we can’t fuck, not now. He has work to complete, people to protect, and I have decisions to make.

I break our kiss, panting, hot and horny, my lips throbbing. “You should go.” My voice is sensuous, my tones belonging to an erotic goddess, a sexual pervert who knows how wild she’s made her man.

Hawke’s eyes are brilliant blue with desire. “You should come.” He glides his lips over mine, a light, tempting tease, maintaining the simmer inside me. “Touch yourself while I’m gone.”

“Hmmm . . .” I hum, drifting my fingertips over his chest. “If you insist.” I open the door, hanging on to the frame, looking up at him with a small smile on my face.

“I do.” He kisses me one more time and stalks away, his shoulders broad, his hips narrow, his gait long and smooth. I watch him move with a mixture of appreciation and dread, realizing I should say good-bye, let him go, yet not knowing if I’m strong enough to do this.

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