Happy Release Day to Stylo Fantome and her new novella -
Completion. Completion is the final novella in The Kane Trilogy where we finally see The Devil gets his
dues. For those who have not read this series, this is a MUST READ! Fun, sexy and unforgettable! Make
sure to enter the giveaway below.
The Devil gets his dues
What happens when Satan in the flesh meets Lillith in real life?
Some name calling, a lot of fighting, and even more loving.
For two years, Jameson Kane and Tatum
O'Shea have made their relationship work. It might not work for anyone else on the planet,
but it's perfect for them. Their own personal fairy tale.
But can Jameson give Tatum a true “happily ever after”? He's not
sure.
Where would the devil go to buy a throne, anyway?
WARNING: contains little plot, a lot of sex, and was written for the
author's own personal enjoyment. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic
themes.
The Brazilian made sexy eyes at Ang for a while, but it was obvious that Jameson was her ultimate goal.
As they all took their sides of the tennis court, Tate glared as the other woman flirted and touched
Jameson. Leaned against him. Breathed on him.
“What are we doing here?” Ang asked in a low voice.
“That chicks wants to fuck Jameson. He's trying to pawn her off on you. Be sexy,” Tate advised him.
“Bitch, I was born sexy.”
Tate had to agree. Ang was wearing a pair of old fashioned looking Ray Bans, and his hair was cropped
extremely short on the sides, but long and wild on top. There was a touch of James Dean about him;
something 1950's. His bad boy smile was firmly in place, and though Isadora was focusing on Jameson,
she threw a couple flirty glances Ang's way.
“Well, sexy it up some more, get her attention. I don't want to spend the rest of the day trying to talk
Jameson out of an orgy,” Tate hissed.
“We could end up in an orgy!?”
“Angier, don't make me serve the ball into the back of your head.”
Tate was rusty – tennis had never really been her sport. She could knock the ball back and forth, but she
wasn't great. Ang couldn't play for shit, it was comical watching him lope up and down the court. They
both laughed a lot, collapsing into giggle fits enough times to earn a snap from Jameson.
Isadora played the game beautifully and elegantly, like Tate knew she would, and of course Jameson
was good at it. If there was something Jameson wasn't good at it, he simply didn't do it, so Tate had
figured he'd do well at tennis. Together with the Brazilian bombshell, they dominated the game. Tate
couldn't quite figure out why they didn't switch, place a bad player with a good player, to at least even
the odds.
But it quickly became apparent that Isadora didn't want to even the odds. She cooed in Jameson's ear,
wiggled her ass in his face. Tate spent half the game making puking faces at him, which just earned her
wolf grins and him feeding into the flirtation.
“I don't think she's interested in my sexy,” Ang informed Tate, looking over his glasses as Isadora bent
straight at the waist, keeping her knees locked while she tied her shoelaces. Jameson stood directly
behind her, waving his racket at them.
Tate gave him the finger.
“Yeah, we're not here to play tennis. She invited us here so she could become fuck buddies,” Tate
grumbled.
“Wouldn't be all bad. She's kinda hot,” Ang pointed out. Tate snorted.
“I didn't come all the way to Hong Kong to have an orgy with Jameson's ex girlfiend.”
“Does this kind of thing happen a lot?”
“Yes. We went to the Met gala last fall, and
god, what a nightmare. There was this model,
some young blonde thing that Jameson had slept with like a million years ago. Followed him around all
night. I don't want to go through that again,” Tate told him.
“What are you going to do about it?” Ang asked.
“Whore you out.”
Before he could argue, Tate jogged up to the net, scooping up the ball as she went.
“Oh, thank you, Tatum,” Isadora gushed in her syrupy accent, running up to the net as well.
“No problem. Say, Ang has never been to Hong Kong before, you should totally show him around after
this,” Tate blurted out, not even trying to be subtle.
“Really? I was hoping to catch up with Kane a little more. So little chance to talk during the game. I
would be very glad to keep him company while you show Angier the sites,” Isadora offered.
Hmmm, I'm not the only one lacks subtlety.
“See, I kind of had plans with Jameson,” Tate lied. There weren't any set plans, but she figured she didn't
need them. He was her boyfriend. If she said he was busy, then he was goddamn busy.
“Yes, of course! The party!” Isadora exclaimed. Tate blinked in surprise.
“What?”
“The party! Kane told me all about it, thank you so much for inviting me!”
“Are we gonna play, or fucking chit chat all day?” Jameson yelled from the back line. Tate stepped to the
side.
“Your lovely partner was just telling me all about our party!” Tate shouted back, shielding her eyes with
her hand. His own eyes were hidden by the bill of his hat, but the set of his jaw was ominous. He wasn't
happy.
“My partner should learn to keep her mouth shut. Let's finish this game,” he called back.
“Oh, I'll finish this game, alright,” Tate grumbled, stomping away.
“Something up?” Ang asked, walking up close to her. Tate leaned into him, pressing her face against his
chest and letting out a mock scream.
“What the fuck is going on?” Tate breathed, turning her head to the side and resting all her weight
against him. “First dinner with my parents. Then fucked up tennis. Now a party? Jameson hates parties,
he hates physical activity that isn't sex, and he hates my parents.”
“Maybe he's trying to turn over a new leaf,” Ang suggested, but she could feel him trying not to laugh.
“
When you're done dry humping, some of us would like to keep playing!”
Tate glared as Jameson's voice carried across the court. Oh, so he could let some hoochie Brazilian rub
her ass all over his crotch, but Tate couldn't hug Ang!? Oh, it was on. It was
soooooo on.
“Ang, could you do me a favor?” Tate started, running her hands up and down his sides.
“Hmmm?”
“Just go with anything I do.”
“Huh?”
Tate ignored him and peeled her top off. She wasn't being scandalous, she was wearing a sports bra –
there were plenty of women running around the courts wearing the same thing. No, that wasn't enough
to get the reaction she wanted. But turning around and pressing her back to Ang's front and doing a toe
touch stretch, she was pretty positive that would inspire a response.
“Does he look mad?” Tate asked, not even trying to hide her smile as she pretended to stretch from one
leg to the other.
“Murderous. Are we trying to piss him off?” Ang questioned.
“Just having some fun, messing with him. He made me sweat with all his flirting, now it's his turn,” Tate
laughed.
“Then let's make it count.”
Ang smacked her on the ass, hard enough to cause her to fall forward and place her hands flat on the
ground.
“I'm not fucking around, Tate. You have two seconds to knock it the fuck off!” Jameson yelled.
“Ooohhh, feels like a challenge to me! Game!?” she yelled back, slowly standing up and stretching her
arms above her head.
“Don't push me – you won't win.”
“
Pffft, I always win.”
Tate spun around, facing Ang as she stretched her arms back, forcing her chest out. Ang didn't even hide
the fact that he was staring at her tits.
“I'm not really sure what kind of game you're playing, but I gotta be honest, I like it,” he joked. Tate
snorted and lowered her arms, coiling them around his neck. He rested his hands on her hips.
“Does he look mad?” she asked. Ang glanced behind her.
“Hard to tell. He always looks mad,” he pointed out, walking backwards and forcing her to follow.
“If he's standing still, he's not mad,” Tate explained.
“Oh, then he's definitely mad.”
“Is he moving?”
“He's right behind you.”
*****BUY LINKS*****
5 huge stars by Anne (an arc was provided for an honest review)
I have been telling anyone that will listen how amazing this series; The Kane Trilogy is. It ended in December with book 3 Reparation and I felt like I was mourning the loss of the characters I had grown to love. So can you imagine my delight when I read on Stylo's author page that we were being treated to a novella called Completion.....and completed is just how I feel (even though I could read about Jameson and Tatum all day everyday given the chance).
These two disturbed, dysfunctional characters should never have worked out together, but they are so wrong they are actually right. In Degradation, book 1 in the series, the way Jameson spoke to Tate and treated her was shocking, his catch phrase of "Shut the f**k up" said with a snarl was very different to the way we are used to hearing our book boyfriends/male leads speak.
However, by the time this book came along I was reading this with a giggle, I have grown to adore Jameson and all his ways and mannerisms. My favourite line from this book is "Did you wake up stupid" (talking to Tate). I think I could read a book of just Jameson Kane's quotes!
The wild rough sex we are used to reading is still going on but is now peppered with "I love you's" as well as the usual name calling from Kane.
Of course there is drama, you couldn't have one chapter staring these 2 without one of them annoying the other but it just works. They have met their HEA match and what a pairing. These two have become my favourite book couple.
Thank you so very much Stylo Fantome for this series, I shall now be stalking you until you release something new!!
Crazy woman living in an
undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing
since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I
also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I
say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who
doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year,
there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of
the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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