Review for The Virgin and The Kingpin by Allyson Lindt
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(previously released as Renting Romance)He’s a porn kingpin, she’s a virgin… and his best friend’s younger sister. It’s a pairing directly off one of his fetish sites. He promised to keep his distance, but no one else can help her get over her public performance issues when it comes to her ballet.
Andrew Newton owns one of the largest chains of adult content sites in the world. Spending his days looking at dirty pictures should be the ultimate dream, but only one woman matters. Mercy Rowe is the one who got away. When he’s invited to her wedding, he sees the chance to put the past behind him. He doesn’t expect her younger sister Susan to be far more trouble, temptation, and innocence than Mercy ever was.
My Review
Allyson Lindt's
"The Virgin and The Kingpin" is in the Your Ad Here universe, but you
can read it as a standalone. I was waiting to find out more about Andrew. I
love how broken he is. He has a lot of depth to his character, and many
different issues to overcome. Lots of sexy chemistry. I love his descriptions
of her...you can tell he is truly enamored with her. I had to go start reading
"Boarding Buddies" (the story of Andrew & Mercy's past, which you
can get through the author's newsletter) right away.
5 out of 5
stars
Excerpt
“Now that we’re back on topic, I’d like to see you dance,” Andrew said.
“You’ve seen me dance.” The notion twisted Susan’s gut in knots. What if he thought less of her, once he had a chance to see her for more than a few seconds? What if she screwed up? What if Dad was right, and this was a waste of time? Familiar doubts pressed in and threatened to suffocate her, but she clawed her way past them. She’d asked for his help with this; she wasn’t going to tell him no. “But if you meet me back at R&T early tomorrow, I’m happy to do an on-demand performance.”
“You misunderstand. I want to see it now.”
“Here?” Her question came out as a squeak. People passed by in groups of two or five or more, on their way to dinner or the movies. This time of year, with so many holiday shoppers lingering despite the closed stores, it was far from being a private show.
Andrew moved close enough that heat flowed between them, but he never made contact. “I dated a guy once. Super uptight. Formal. Complete control freak.” His voice rolled over her with a current of electricity. “But—Jesus—he could fuck.”
“Like on camera?” Stupid question. That was what most of his stories were about.
“Like on me. He wasn’t an actor. The man knew how to get me off.”
“You’ve seen me dance.” The notion twisted Susan’s gut in knots. What if he thought less of her, once he had a chance to see her for more than a few seconds? What if she screwed up? What if Dad was right, and this was a waste of time? Familiar doubts pressed in and threatened to suffocate her, but she clawed her way past them. She’d asked for his help with this; she wasn’t going to tell him no. “But if you meet me back at R&T early tomorrow, I’m happy to do an on-demand performance.”
“You misunderstand. I want to see it now.”
“Here?” Her question came out as a squeak. People passed by in groups of two or five or more, on their way to dinner or the movies. This time of year, with so many holiday shoppers lingering despite the closed stores, it was far from being a private show.
Andrew moved close enough that heat flowed between them, but he never made contact. “I dated a guy once. Super uptight. Formal. Complete control freak.” His voice rolled over her with a current of electricity. “But—Jesus—he could fuck.”
“Like on camera?” Stupid question. That was what most of his stories were about.
“Like on me. He wasn’t an actor. The man knew how to get me off.”
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