Boy meets girl. Boy falls for girl. Boy marries girl. And they both live happily ever after. Right?Not quite.
“I’ve read all of Ace Gray’s books and this one is the highest, most stunning quality I’ve seen out of her.Don’t get me wrong about the beauty of this… the beauty is only seen with open eyes and an open mind. Do NOT pick up this book if you are a prude in any way (that is not an insult), this book gets nitty-gritty and ugly and sex… holy shit, lots and lots and lots of sex (i.e., “fucking”) – primarily M/M. But if you’re game for some dark ugliness that turns into a true love story… giddy-up. This is the deepest, darkest, purest, most well-written book I’ve seen this year. Ace has my full-hearted, hefty five-star rating on this. Devil’s in the Ace.” ~ Love N. Books
“I wont go into the plot, you need to read it to get the full effect. But trust me when I say that this book is utterly gripping. It’s deliciously dark and twisty, but the love that shines through that dark? wow, it’s beautiful. Ace is a genius at writing these dark tales, but making them heart warming in a way not many can manage. Her writing is a kind of gritty poetry at times, and ATLS is her best work to date.” ~ EmmBooks
“You give a damn? About me?” My heart rattled in my ribcage.
“Fuck yeah.”
His words had barely left his lips before I shot out of the car, and all but ran to the driver’s door. I whipped it open and shoved my head in, letting my mouth be the wave that crashed against his this time. His hands scrambled against my body, never quite finding exactly where to land.
I kissed him as hard as I could, my lips taking anything that they could. When I still needed more, I yanked on the scrap of a shirt still hanging from his shoulders and pulled him out of the car. Callum could have stayed still like the rock he was but he let me pull him. Push him up against the side of the truck too.
My mouth moved against his so easily, my tongue found his and damn did they dance well together. Before I even realized, my hands were exploring his body. Bare skin tight across deep muscles singed my fingertips. But I couldn’t stop, the fire was as addictive as drugs or violence. I wanted it. All of it. I wanted it to burn me up and obliterate me.
Then Callum’s hand found the fly of my pants and rubbed.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned.
Callum’s answering husky laugh simply puffed against my blood-slicked neck. My breath shuddered out as my heart started clawing at my rib cage. My knees went a little weak and Callum used that to twist our bodies, planting me beneath him against the truck.
“Have you ever been with a guy?” he asked just before he dragged his teeth along my collarbone.
“Nahhhh.”
He hadn’t stopped rubbing over top of my fly.
“Do you want to?” His voice was the same warm spice his breath had been, sweet and sex and…
Fucking cats.
I couldn’t breathe. I sure as fuck couldn’t stop. This man wanted me. This dude, big and brawny and savage, gave a damn.
“Yes.” I let the S fall out of my lips and buzz in the air between us.
“Thank God,” Callum whispered just before his lips came back to mine.
For a few blissful minutes, I surrendered to his mouth, his hands. He took whatever he wanted from me pinned against that car and for a few minutes, I felt like I was worth taking from. When his hand crept up my shirt and his fingers tweaked my nipple, everything that had been dark inside me brightened.
And my dick flinched painfully hard against my denim fly.
“Ohhhhhh, holy shit,” I moaned into the night air.
“Are you gonna come?” Callum slowed against me, his nose and then his lower lip tracing the steadily cracking blood on my cheek.
“If we don’t slow down.”
I didn’t give a damn that I sounded like a little bitch. He was still leisurely letting his mouth explore the contours of my body when his sweet and spicy breath played with my senses again. My body wasn’t mine anymore. Even my shit life wasn’t mine. Something new and too fucking perfect had come to settle in my bones courtesy of my almost painful fucking boner. Just when I thought I was going to come in my pants, Callum stepped back and a cocky look pulled an irresistible smile across his face.
“Hey, Horse?” His smile widened. I couldn’t answer, but I did my best to nod. “Can I come in?“
Ace Gray is a self-proclaimed troublemaker and connoisseur of both the good life and fairy tales. After a life-long love affair with books, she undertook writing the novel she wanted to read, which culminated in her first release STRICTLY BUSINESS and followed with, well, quite a few more. When she’s not writing, she works in craft beer. Originally a small town, Colorado girl, she now loves rainy days, shellac manicures, coffee shops and bourbon—all of which are bountiful in her adopted home of Portland, OR where she runs amok with her chef husband and husky pup.
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