Title: Body Of The Crime (Blackest Gold, #2)
Author: R. Scarlett
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: January 30 , 2017
Never trust a demon. Never trust your heart. And never trust the woman who holds it. In Body of the Crime, a beast craved a beauty and oh, how she ravaged him.
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My Rating: 5 Stars
Sex Scenes: Yes.
Subject: Can a demon fall in love and survive?
I got this book for an honest review by the author and I couldn't get enough of it!
This is the second one in the Blackest Gold Series and we get to see a bit more about Molly and Tensley's story and it keeps getting better.
The connection between them has gotten to a point where neither of them can control, the beast wants her and she wants him and his beast too.
They still have a few problems to overcome, the demon world has so many rules and danger is still a factor that has Tensley worrying about Molly's safety.
But he is also scared of her, he feels he is loosing control around her and he can't have that luxury, his life depends on him not getting a heart and that seems impossible with her.
There is a lot of bloody fights and some crazy action scenes that make this book a thrilling story.
The author has a way of keeping us at the edge of our seat and in the end she leaves us wanting more.
I still love Tensley like I loved him in the first book, I would give anything to have a sexy and domineering demon like him for myself !
Can't wait for the next one!
Tensley’s dark eyes turned to her. Eyes a dark, vivid night and he marched towards her, grasping her face into his large, powerful hands. “Are you hurt?” Tensley asked when they were by themselves, his thumb skimming along her jaw down to her neckline. “I’m fine, Tensley,” she whispered, squinting in the muted light. She caught his wrist and stroked it while he held her face still. She watched his vivid eyes, terrified, but fascinated by their darkness. “Are you okay? Your eyes are pitch-black. What’s wrong?” she asked, anxious. He caught her eyes, that lethal stare making her stomach flip. “When we feel threatened, angry or…aroused…our eyes tend to turn black.” Her cheeks grew hot and she knew he could feel the warmth on his palms. Those dark, vivid eyes continued to watch her closely. “All I can smell is my scent on you, and seeing how he just had his hands on you, how you weren’t protected—” Tensley hissed, a snarl escaping him. “I want you so bad I can’t think straight. I want to bite your ivory neck—deep, deep enough to mark. Deep enough to protect you and make you unconditionally mine. Do you want me to do that, Molly?” he asked, his voice breathless with need. His eyes turned feral, he was a predator. A beast. And he could no longer resist his prey. “Would you bare my mark, Molly? Are you ready to be mine?” he finished, his voice low and raw. “Yes,” she answered, her breathing uneven. She was ready for the beast. She was ready for it all. His mouth found hers and it was vicious, impatient. Molly dug her fingers into his shoulder blades, before sliding them up to tug on his thick mane of hair. That only stirred the beast within him, and he grasped her hips, pulling her flush against his muscular, powerful frame. His hands palmed her rear and with a sudden growl, he lifted her up. She gasped, breathless in his strong hold, but he caught her mouth again and swallowed her breaths, leading them to a desk. He paused, his chest warring against hers and she stared down at him, stroking his heated cheeks, those demon eyes penetrating hers. “Not here, not like this,” he breathed out. “We’re leaving.” He placed her down, her legs heavy and weak, and he grasped her hand, taking them out of the room. Molly stayed close, feeling the heat roll off Tensley’s skin from the beast inside him. When she kissed his forearm before they left the empty hallway, he threw her a lethal, dangerous look, one that warmed her belly with desire and the knowledge of what was about to happen. He’s going to mark me. Tensley weaved through the crowd, shouldering some to make sure Molly moved through untouched. One man looked at her and Tensley snarled at him; his beast had taken over, the demon side controlling him to defend her, to warn others off. As they approached the front doors, Molly’s heart raced. So close to freedom, to being outside of his culture and being ininto his arms. “Tensley,” a voice called when they were nearly out. Tensley stalled, and Molly followed his gaze to see his father approaching. Mr. Knight turned his focus on Molly and raised his chin, sniffing once. He followed that with a curt nod of approval, and Tensley kept his route out of the party, rushing them down the front steps. His arm snaked around Molly’s waist as he waved down a car. “You want the beast?” he whispered into her ear. “Yes.” “Good. Because he needs you.”
About The Author
R. Scarlett lives in a small quaint town in Southern Ontario, Canada and has an unhealthy obsession with mythology and romance.
From studying English literature and minoring in History, she loves losing herself in a good book and snuggling up to her Brittany Spaniel. When she's not writing or plotting a delicious novel, she can be found hanging out with friends and family, going on long car rides, exploring small towns, or watching reruns of Sex and the City.
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