Thursday, December 3, 2015

Release Blitz, Review by Jackie: Seduction & Surrender by C.C. Gibbs

SEDUCTION AND SURRENDER by C.C. Gibbs (December 1, 2015; Forever Trade Paperback; Reckless #2)
From the peaks of erotic ecstasyto the point of no return . . .
Power. Passion. Pleasure beyond imagining. Billionaire playboy Rafe Contini offers all this—and more—to the beautiful Nicole Parrish, a young American traveler with a taste for adventure that matches his own. From the private yachts of Monte Carlo to the palatial estates of Geneva to the glittering penthouses of Bangkok, Rafe has shown her a world of unimaginable sensual delights. Now, he is ready to take her to the next daring level. Of danger. Of desire. Of deliciously erotic self-discovery.

Nicole has never known a man as sexy, as strong—or as commanding—as Rafe Contini. Night after steamy night, he turns up the heat, tests her boundaries, and pushes the limits of her body and soul to the point of sweetest agony. But when this masterful lover sweeps her away to a secluded island getaway—where anything can and will happen—Nicole must decide just how far she wants to take this game. And just how much she can bend Rafe's rules . . .

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See how Rafe and Nicole’s story begins in book one in the Reckless series, POWER AND POSSESSION:
The ultimate pleasure lies in sweet surrender . . .
Brash. Brilliant. Devastatingly handsome. Billionaire playboy Rafe Contini can have any woman he wants-no strings, no commitments, no promises. But when American graduate student Nicole Parrish crashes his private party in Monte Carlo, he wants more than a casual one-night stand. He wants to possess this beautiful stranger-body, mind, and soul.

Nicole isn't interested in being possessed by any man-especially one as powerful as Rafe. But with a seductive smile and enigmatic charm, he lures her into his private world of erotic discovery and pushes her to the brink of ecstasy. In the summer days-and nights-that follow, they explore every forbidden fantasy, every willful desire, every wild, dizzying sensation. And come dangerously close to crossing the line-between love and lust, pleasure and pain, power and possession…

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5 Star
I was given this book through NetGalley for a honest review
C.C Gibbs has given us yet another powerful man first we had Dominic Knight and now we have Rafe Conti and this book starts right where Power and Possession (Reckless #1) finished but I do believe you would still enjoy this book even if you haven't read book 1.
Rafe is like no other man Nicole Parrish has ever been involved with he is sexy, strong and commanding, the only man who comes close to him is her uncle Dominic and he has made his views clear on how he feels about their relationship. Along with power comes enemies and Rafe is tracking down Zhou but he needs to distract Nicole and keeping her busy with sex works for both of them but Zhou sees this as a weakness which means now is an ideal time to take Rafe down ......
What happens next is many powerful men joining forces to fight the battle with Zhou and that means bringing Dominic Knight back into the story.
There are many twists and turns in this book and its not just about a hot alpha billionaire with a beautiful girl there is a lot of intrigue and drama, but we can't forget the sex and there's a lot of sex and its steaming hot.....
This book had it all for me. I love the powerful men that C.C Gibbs writes about I love how the stories are not just a rich guy with a pretty girl on his arm, this book hooked me from page 1 and I can't wait to see where book 3 will go.

Twenty minutes later, the helicopter banked steeply to the right, the pilot pointed, 
and Rafe’s private island rose out of the Adriatic Sea, spreading slowly across the 
horizon—a sizable expanse of mountainous landscape visible through the shimmering mist, 
a faint silhouette of a distant castle materializing out of the haze.
Nicole’s brows shot up in surprise. “A castle?” Leaning in close to Rafe so he could 
hear her over the rhythmic thump, thump, thump of the rotors, she felt a shiver run up her 
spine. “You didn’t mention a castle.” Castles had dungeons! Kink and dungeons were 
practically a stereotype, her overactive imagination pointed out, even as a flashback of 
images from way too many horror films suddenly had her heart tripping. Jesus, get a grip! 
She was on holiday with the most ridiculously beautiful, shamelessly lovable, wet dream of 
a man; life couldn’t be better. Okay?
“It’s not exactly a castle yet.” Rafe smiled. “It’s closer to a rock pile that’s burning 
through money. I call it my hobby. My accountant calls it a nightmare. ”
“Speaking of nightmares,” Nicole said, her apprehensions flaring again at the 
reference to things that go bump in the night. “Reassure me about dungeons. Don’t ask. It’s 
stupid, I know, but…”
Taking note of Nicole’s trepidation, Rafe chose a marginal lie rather than argue 
reality versus her wild imagination. “No dungeons. Don’t worry. And you’ll love the room 
that’s been restored in the tower,” he offered, avoiding further discussion of dungeons. “You 
can pretend you’re a twelfth-century demoiselle. I’ll pretend I’m the crusader who never 
reached the Holy Land, built this castle instead, and chose the lucrative life of a pirate.” He 
grinned. “So wanna play? I’ll make it worth your while.”
A small frown mirrored her lurking anxiety. “I don’t know—maybe, probably, let me 
think.” Rafe’s unencumbered views on wealth always gave her pause to consider—how he 
could buy anything and anyone, pleasure and perversion alike, no hassle, no questions. And 
the words pirate and play weren’t particularly reassuring on this remote island with its 
spectacular limestone cliffs, wind-swept twisted pines, and medieval ruins.
“Maybe?” A teasing query. “Look, if you must know—and don’t you dare 
laugh—your castle ruin is kinda creepy. It reminds me of Frankenstein’s monster.”
Rafe’s brows rose. “Seriously? You believe in that shit?”
“I’m trying not to— oh God, is that the tower?” As the distance to the island 
narrowed, the castle tower loomed, half derelict, dark and gloomy against the blue sky. She 
squinted, took a small breath, and muttered, “That’s scary.”
He stared at her. “You’re kidding.”
“Okay, how about it makes me a little unsettled?”
His smile was so wide, his goddamned dimples showed. “Meaning?” she said, half 
guarded, wishing she hadn’t watched so many spooky movies.
“Come on, pussycat, relax,” he said pleasantly. “I promise you’ll have fun.”
Nicole gave him a hard, steady look. “No offense, but I’m in the middle of fucking 
nowhere. I’m allowed to wuss out.”
He flicked a glance at the passengers behind them. “You’re in the middle of nowhere 
with beaucoup bodyguards. You’re safe as hell.” A small smile. “If that’s what you want.”
“They’re your bodyguards.” Her eyes grew wide. “Jesus, don’t look at me like that.”
His smile was pure, bad-boy brilliance. “Like what?”
“Like you’re going to eat me alive.”
“As I recall, you like—”
She put her hand over his mouth because the pilot was grinning and she wasn’t 
anywhere near as blasé as he was.
He licked her palm and she jerked her hand back and tried to glare at him, but he 
was smiling at her now like she was the best thing that had ever happened to him and her 
frustration fell away before the flat-out beauty of his smile.
Recognizing her capitulation, he leaned in, tucked a dark curl behind her ear, and 
kissed her cheek softly. “Consider me your guardian angel,” he murmured, and at her 
skeptical look, amended it to “Personal guardian—how about that? And we’ll have privacy 
once we land.” He flicked a glance toward the pilot. “Just you and me. No one else.”
“Except for those people down there.” She pointed at a small village of whitewashed, 
blue-roofed houses spilling down the hillside from the castle gates. “And the staff required 
for that.” A sprawling peach-colored Venetian palazzo surrounded by gardens came into 
view beyond the castle walls.
Rafe touched her ear with his lips. “Everyone will keep their distance. I’ve given 
orders. So you’re free to scream as loud as you like, wherever and whenever you like.”
She turned, grinning. “Appreciate your foresight and planning.”
“I’m here to make you happy, Tiger.”

About the author:
C.C. Gibbs is the pen name of New York Times bestselling author Susan Johnson. She divides her time between the Midwest and Northern California, and considers the life of a writer the best of all possible worlds. Bringing characters to life allows her imagination full rein and researching books is great fun!

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