Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Masseuse by Sierra Kincade {Book Review}

The Masseuse (The Body Works Trilogy #1)
by Sierra Kincade

Coming December 2, 2014

Anna Rossi lives by one simple rule: don’t get attached, don’t get hurt. But Alec Flynn doesn’t play by the rules…

Anna never takes on a massage client without screening him first, but the paycheck offered by billionaire Maxim Stein is too good to turn down. Stein is the richest man she’s ever laid her hands on, and despite the risks, she trusts that she can take care of herself. After all, she’s handled difficult clients in the past. What she isn’t prepared for is getting caught in a compromising situation by Maxim’s tall, dark, and gorgeous bodyguard—or the desperate desires he awakens in her…

Alec is dangerous. The mysterious, hard-bodied man is completely irresistible and won’t be refused, no matter what walls Anna puts up to protect herself. But as Anna falls fast for his careful ministrations and mind-blowing skills, she begins to realize that giving herself over to a man with so many secrets isn’t just putting her heart at risk—it’s endangering her life…

“What is this?” He held up a small amber bottle.

Straightening my spine, I reminded myself I was strong, independent, and, most important, in control.

 “They’re essential oils,” I said, motioning to the matching bottles behind the black marble sink.

“You pick the scent that you like best, and I mix it in the oil for the massage.”

“This one, specifically,” he said.

I approached, and took the small glass bottle, uncorked it, and breathed it in.

“Sandalwood,” I said. “It’s supposed to be calming.” Unless inhaled in concentrated doses, when it became an aphrodisiac. I wasn’t going to tell him that, though. The small, dim space was already brimming with sexual tension.

“It smells like you.” He slid closer and leaned down, the tip of his nose running down the wildly pulsing vein in my neck. “I can’t get it out of my head.”

So much for staying steady.

He backed me into the counter, hands on either side, and eased his body against mine. He was so warm, even through the layers of our clothing. I nearly groaned from the pressure of him against my belly. My breath came out in a shudder.

“Is this what you want?” I tried to focus, but it was quickly becoming impossible. “The oil, I mean. Is that what you’d like me to use on you?” I set the bottle down on the counter before I dropped it.

He pulled back and smiled wickedly. “Always with the teasing.”

Unexpectedly, he lowered and cupped the back of my legs with his strong hands. In one fluid motion, he lifted me up to straddle his hips. From this position, the soft parts of me found his hardness, and I gasped, unable to hide the reaction as the blood rushed to my cheeks.

My calves flexed around him and I grabbed his shoulders, eliciting a hiss through his teeth. My skirt bunched around my waist as he turned and set me on the end of the table. When he stepped back, I had to bite back the groan of frustration. I was on fire, my body tight and sensitive.

He removed one of the black patent-leather ankle boots I was wearing. Not the wisest choice for working on your feet, but they matched my outfit, and today I’d dressed to kick ass. As he removed the other shoe, that well-laid plan crashed through the floorboards.

“What are you doing?” I whispered as his fingers skimmed over the bare strip of skin between my rumpled skirt and the straps of my garter belt. He unhooked both of the fastenings with a flick of his fingers. One smooth, practiced move. He’d done this before.

My gaze shot to the door. I was at work. I couldn’t do this. But one of his fingers slipping beneath the top of my thigh-high made me forget everything but him.

He eased it down, fingers grazing the inside of my leg and tickling the sensitive skin behind my knee. When he got to my calf, he stopped, and began again on the other side.

“I told you,” he said, and I trembled as his fingertips rose higher. “I’m making it up to you.”

Embarrassment flushed through me, but I made no attempt to cover myself up. He knelt, his head even with my thighs. My chest was rising and falling, my heart beating wildly. I held absolutely still, scared he would do what I thought he was about to do, but at the same time petrified that he wouldn’t.

He rocked back on his heels, and took one foot in his hands.

“I’m giving you a foot rub.”

The air whooshed out of my lungs. Oh. A foot rub.

Of course.

Automatically, I went to cover up my exposed hips.

“Don’t.” The word was hard, a command, and I froze at the sound of it. “Leave your skirt up. I want to see you.”

Slowly, I moved my hands back behind me, and rested on straight arms.

He began to knead my arches, working to the balls of my feet and then my heels. He had talent, I couldn’t deny it. In seconds, I was practically putty in his hands. I hadn’t realized how sore
my feet were until he’d begun.

Minutes passed, and his silence began to make me nervous. Did he have a foot fetish? Was this something he did to get off? Or was this truly just for me?

“Do you accept my apology?” he finally asked. There was something endearing about this sexy man kneeling on the floor, touching me this way.

I nodded, still unable to speak. When he went to the other side, I sagged, my head tilting back. But when his tongue slid up my instep, I sat bolt upright. He kept kneading as though he’d done nothing different, but the move sent bolts of electricity straight up my legs into my core. Instantly, the ache became a throb; it was almost painful that he wasn’t touching me where I needed him most. For one crazed moment, I considered doing it myself. One rub, that was all it would take to push me over the edge, I was sure of it.

“Good,” he said. “Because you still owe me.”

As I looked down my body into his eyes, I knew.

He intended to fuck me. Right here. Right now.

The Masseuse is hands down one of the best books I've read all year! I am seriously on the edge of my seat right now waiting for the 2nd book in the trilogy to be released. Add to that fact that it's Sierra Kincade's debut novel and WOW! I cannot wait to see what else this woman can do.

This book literally has it all. We have Anna, or heroine, who is the perfect combination of strong and broken and you can't help but love her. Then we have Alec, or sexy, domineering hero who you absolutely love one minute and want to smack the crap out of the next. We have tons of mystery surrounding Alec, some suspense when the bad guys come into play, scorching hot sexy times, and the dreaded ending that leaves you wanting more.

Let's start with Anna, shall we? Anna is a masseuse with a bit of a broken past who has trouble staying in one place for longer than a few months. She figures if she moves around and doesn't get close to anyone, she can't get hurt, right?! She's strong and independent and can take care of herself, but she has total abandonment issues that we see come into play on more than one occasion where Alec is concerned. 

Alec is a mystery throughout most of the book. He works for one of Anna's massage clients, which is how he and Anna met, but he's very evasive when it comes to the kind of work he does. He hints throughout much of the book that he's not a good guy, but Anna is inexplicably drawn to him, and him to her. 

I usually have a hard time connecting with a main character when I can't get into their head or they're not very forthcoming with information about themselves, but like Anna, I found myself drawn to Alec. I could tell his feelings for Anna were genuine, and even though I didn't really know much about him other than the fact that he was great in bed, I was rooting for him and Anna and their HEA.

Of course, when Alec finally opens up about himself, I couldn't help but fall even more in love with him. And I loved Anna even more for sticking by him, even when she realized things weren't going to be easy. She could have walked away and moved on like she so often does, but we get to see that growth in her personality and I'm so glad we did.

For the first book in a trilogy, The Masseuse wraps up pretty nicely. There's not a major cliffhanger that leaves you frustrated or yelling at the author for ending it the way they did, instead it leaves you with just enough questions to carry you over to the next book and of course, a need to see where Alec and Anna go from here.

Disclosure: I was provided with a copy of The Masseuse in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own. 


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