Book Title: The Bare Bones
Author: Layla Wolfe
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 1, 2014
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I was provide a copy of the book by the Author for an honest review.
I just finish reading this book, and what did I get my self into reading, I like the book and some of the characters, their is so much going in this book, that's not even funny, they where part of the book that got me so mad that I had to walk away from my kindle, before I throw it across the room, I don't even know how to start this story is told from both point of view.
The story begging with Madison and Ford both being kids,Madison she grow up putti much without a mother, her mother would sleep around with anyone, and sale drugs when ever she was mas she take it out on Madison, she is going to school to become a nurse, the only real friend that she has is Ford, now Ford is a member of the MC, he has feelings for Madison and he always trying to protect her, but he is not always gone be there for her. Let me just say that Madison have gone through a lot, she was drug, abuse and rape, by her step father and some member of the MC, I really did not like that at all. now twelve years later Madison bump into Ford at the hospital that she works at, they start talking and the spark is still their, after that their world turn up side down again.
I wish I could write more but I am gone keep this short cause I don't want to give anything away. I like the book, but what can I say I like anything that have to do with MC, their is a lot of horrible thing happening in this book, but that did not make me stop from reading, Author Layla Wolfe THANK YOU for introducing me to this characters and this book, I really like and enjoy reading it.
We fucked a lot in the next two days. Twelve years I’d been craving that fat, juicy cock inside of me, and now I couldn’t get enough of it. Ford Illuminati was hung like a racehorse and he knew how to use it, too. My hands were all over that. I had thought I was attracted to Jake but that paled in comparison to the intensity with which I wanted to devour Ford. Riding one up behind him like in the old high school days, there was a world of difference now. We were free of all restraints for that glorious forty-eight hours, and Ford took me to see a couple of the vortexes. We had been on a tour of these several times when we were kids. This time no one brought any weed, and I wanted to suck on that horse cock inside the middle of a vortex. We had been separated for so long it was like meeting a new man. The thrill, the illicit excitement of canyon carving through the rusty layers of sandstone, like red velvet cake tall on either side of us, it was all new to me again. Now I could thrust my hand along Ford’s pec and toy with the little barbell that pierced his nipple, proud of myself when my other hand felt his cock stiffening. I knew he pretended this irritated him, and he’d reach around, slap my ass, and shake it. “You’re throwing me off-balance.” “Your giant erection is throwing you off-balance.” I wanted to amplify our energies, so we’d climb around awhile until we felt the highest, most intense amplification of all, and that’s where we’d fuck or give each other head. Ford had learned a lot of tricks in the past decade. Lapping me into a mindless clusterfuck of an orgasm with his talented tongue was apparently one of them. I was still amazed that he could do that. I finally had to admit I’d never come with a man before. “Just, you know, with a vibrator.” I didn’t want to mention the shower head in Cottonwood. The horrific memory of that bathroom wall was probably the reason I couldn’t come with another man. Ford was humble. “Maybe no one ever tried properly.” He lay stretched out on the sandstone, propped up on one forearm, looking like he was posing for fucking GQ. I loved it when he wore his cut next to his bare skin, like now. I loved to flick that damned infernal barbell that pierced his nipple with my tongue. It never failed to make him hiss in air and clutch the back of my skull. His new Apache tattoo was fascinating. He seemed to be embracing his Native American heritage instead of shunning it, as most bikers would do. He had replaced the grimy dog collar around my neck with a fur-lined leather job that still had a D-ring where a leash could be attached. He had gotten into some kink that was right up my alley. Right now we were having a little picnic we’d brought, just wine and some salami and cheese and crackers, but he’d left the short leash attached to my collar. It wasn’t safe to ride with it for fear of pulling an Isadora Duncan, but he liked the submissive way it made me look. And act. “That’s not true though, Ford. It’s not polite to mention, but plenty of men have tried.” “Yeah.” He snorted. “Plenty of dickhead doctors.” Was he referring to Jake? That subject hadn’t come up, so I ignored it. There was plenty of time for strife later, I knew. There always was. “No, I mean experienced guys, men who were willing to try for ten minutes or more. I always wound up worrying that they were wearing out their tongue muscles. I’m not kidding, Ford. It got to the point where I didn’t want anyone to even bother trying. Then you come along and blow them all out of the water.” “Literally.” I could tell he was proud by the shy way he looked down at the cracker box. He shrugged innocently. “I don’t know what to say.” “’Thank you’ is a good starter.” “Thank you.”
Layla Wolfe is a wannabe biker's Old Lady who is satisfied with a leather jacket, one bad-ass pink camo compound bow, and a vicarious outlaw lifestyle. Layla has published 25+ erotic romance titles under the name Karen Mercury.