Blog Tour Review: Wicked Wish by Sawyer Bennett

Posted August 14, 2017 by Shannon in Blog Tour, InkSlingers PR, Reviews, Shannon / 0 Comments

Blog Tour Review:  Wicked Wish by Sawyer BennettWicked Wish by Sawyer Bennett
Published by Self Published Publication Date: August 11th 2017
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three-half-stars

Jorinda Pearce thought she did everything right – graduated from college, married her long-time sweetheart, established a career. But what does she have to show for it now? A degree she doesn’t use, a job she hates, and an ex-husband that broke her heart.

Looking for a long overdue adventure, Jorie takes a walk on the wild side and attends a masquerade event at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s exactly the escape she’s looking for, and even better, she can explore anonymously. Drawn to the man masked in black leather with the body of a god, Jorie finds the greatest pleasures of her life at the hands of a stranger.

Walsh Brooks is the most sought after man in The Wicked Horse. Sex is nothing but a game to him and he’s the type that will always leave at the end of the night without looking back. Unfortunately for Walsh, there’s no way he can walk away from the mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers, because he knows exactly who she is.

Jorie is his best friend’s little sister and there’s not another woman in the world that’s more off limits.

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When Jorie, who followed the rules and still ended up with a broken heart, enters the Wicked Horse Vegas she was hoping to find out if she was what her husband said she was…boring in bed. Β But what she found instead was she needed the right man to make her inner vixen come out.

Walsh may have been Jorie’s brother’s best friend, may have sworn he’d never have her, but he couldn’t deny what he felt with Jorie when he was with her. Β The chemistry these two had was off the charts and proved to Jorie that what her husband, Vince, had claimed was absolutely not true. Β Walsh struggled with what he was feeling for Jorie and his friendship with Micah, but I loved how he wasn’t willing to give up Jorie and that he was willing to give up the lifestyle he’d been leading to have just her.

Jorie had a lot of self-discovery to do. Β She learned things about herself that she could never imagine she would enjoy. Β Sure, she probably wouldn’t have thought to try them without Walsh, but he was able to show her what she liked, made her a little adventurous and understand exactly what she wanted.

I liked Jorie and Walsh together. Β It was obvious their shared history connected them at a much deeper level than either of them was truly aware. Β And when they were finally able to admit what they had, it made it that much harder to let it go.

 

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Squaring my shoulders, I march into The Royale and head straight for the concierge desk. I haven’t been in this casino before. Hell, I haven’t been in hardly any of them. Sure, I’d only grown up about forty-five minutes away, but gambling and all-you-can-eat buffets held no interest to me.

From Micah bragging about his best friend over the years, I knew Walsh orchestrated the purchase of the land, then pulled together financing with two other partners to build this casino. It’s one of the most popular on the strip, boasting five-star dining, old-world elegance, and superior customer service. Again, all this from Micah, but honestly… I’m so proud of Walsh, too. We may have lost touch over the years, but I’ll never forget all the ways in which he acted as a big brother to me.

Ick.

Okay… that’s gross. Thinking of Walsh like a brother.

I scrub my mind clean of that thought and demand myself never to do that again.

Rather, I’ll never forget all the ways in which Walsh provided me friendship and support in my formative years.

Yes… much better.

β€œCan I help you?” a man behind the concierge desk asks with a genuine and friendly smile. Not snooty as I would expect in a fancy hotel, and I guess that goes to the superior customer service The Royale strives for.

β€œYes… hi,” I say as I nervously tuck my hair behind my ears on both sides. β€œI need to see Mr. Brooks. How do I go about getting access to his apartment?”

Micah told me some time ago that Walsh lives here.

The concierge never loses his friendly smile, but a single eyebrow arches high at my temerity.

β€œOh, gosh,” I stammer. β€œThat came out stalkerish. Mr. Brooks… I mean, Walsh… and I are longtime friends. He used to babysit me.”

β€œYour name?” the man asks as he pulls up something on his computer.

β€œJorie Pearce.”

After a moment of scanning, he looks up at me. β€œYour name isn’t on the approved list.”

β€œWell, he’s not exactly expecting me.”

β€œI’m sorry, Miss Pearce,” he says with true regret in his voice. β€œBut our policy is strict. No one gets up to the private penthouse without their name on the list.”

I lean on the desk with one elbow and lower my voice. β€œJust out of curiosity… are there any women on that list?”

The eyebrow shoots up again.

β€œNo, wait,” I say hastily as I hold my palms toward him in a silent plea to not process my last request either mentally or on the computer. β€œThat’s totally stalkerish, and I didn’t mean that.”

β€œMiss Pearce,” the concierge says, now with a hint of annoyance. β€œPerhaps you’d like to leave a message? I can get it up to Mr. Brooks today and he can call you.”

β€œNo, I need to see him now,” I tell him firmly. β€œAnd I swear it’s not to cook a rabbit in a pot on his stove. Can you please just call up to his apartment?”

β€œThat’s not our policy—”

β€œLook,” I snap as I lean across the desk slightly. β€œI’m a lifelong friend of Walsh’s. My brother is his best friend. We lost touch for a few years, but we ran into each other last night. I really need to talk to him about something that happened last night, and I’m not leaving this hotel until you call up to his apartment.”

The eyebrow doesn’t arch but it does draw inward to meet its match on the other side as he considers what I just said.

β€œI swear to you,” and here I pause to look at his name tag, β€œBentley. Please just call him. He won’t be mad.”

With a sigh, he relents and picks up the phone receiver, punching in a five-digit number. After a pause, he says, β€œMr. Brooks… I’m very sorry to disturb you, sir, but there’s a Miss Jorie Pearce here to see you. She says she’s a longtime friend.”

I watch as Bentley listens, but I can’t gauge what’s being said as his face remains blank. Finally, he says, β€œVery good, sir.”

I take this to mean I’ll be getting an escort to the penthouse suite, but Bentley replaces the receiver and says, β€œI’m sorry, Miss Pearce. But Mr. Walsh told me to tell you he’s busy and can’t receive you right now.”

My eyes narrow at Bentley. β€œI don’t believe you. Call back and let me talk to him.”

β€œI assure you, I just talked to him and that’s what he said.”

β€œCall him back,” I order as I point to the phone.

β€œI can’t,” he says almost with a wail. β€œIf I do, he’ll fire me.”

Okay, that hits home. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, so I say, β€œFine. Give me just a moment.”

I take a few steps away from the concierge desk and pull my iPhone out. I shoot off a quick text to Micah. What’s Walsh’s phone number?

I wait a few moments, but I know Micah is awake in San Francisco at this hour. His phone is always on, and he never ignores a text from me.

He responds with the number before I can even start to tap my foot with impatience, adding on, Why?

I hate the lie, but I write back, Came to Vegas for the day. Thought I’d see if he could meet up for lunch. Haven’t seen him in years.

Cool, he writes back. Tell him I said, β€œwhat’s up, douche?”

I roll my eyes as I text back, Real mature. Love ya. Later.

After I save the number to my contacts, I open a new text to Walsh. Let me up to see you or I’m going straight back to The Wicked Horse to satisfy some further curiosities I have.

I hit send and then walk back to the concierge desk. I merely lean one elbow on it and watch Bentley with a silent smile. The phone rings about ten seconds after that.

Bentley’s eyes fly to mine as he listens, and then says, β€œYes, sir. Right away.”

When he replaces the receiver, he says, β€œI’m to show you to the penthouse elevator.”

β€œThank you, Bentley,” I say brightly.

 

 

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions.

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.

Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.

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