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TITLE: Dirty Talk
AUTHOR NAME: Joey Jameson
GENRE: M/M erotic thriller
Blurb:
Vegas is a hot phone sex operator who knows just how to make your deepest,
darkest fantasies come true either with a gentle whisper in your ear or with a
rough growling command. When he’s in control, you know you’re in good hands.
Vegas can tickle or scratch whatever itch or fetish a caller can throw at him.
But his job at the exclusive ‘Black Vanilla’ has its dark side, which becomes all
too clear when Vegas receives a call one night that hits a little too close to
home.
Somewhere out there, someone’s watching him. Someone who’s taken their
fantasy one step too far. It isn’t long before Vegas finds himself entangled in a
web of dark and dangerous obsession. An obsession that can only end one way.
“Dirty Talk” will take you deep into the world of stimulating oral desire and blur
the lines that exist between our ultimate fantasies and harsh reality.
Excerpt:
Vegas shook his head to rid it of his lustful thoughts and forced the image of
Driver, naked, out of his mind. His screen lit up and he typed in his username
and password, and he forced himself to think about Dakota. Innocent, safe,
handsome, Dakota. He remembered the feeling of his skin under his fingers, the
shape of his pecs and the gentle curve of his cock.
His body stirred at the thought.
Last night was exactly what he’d needed to get himself back on track and his
head out of the clouds. Somebody his own age who he had something in
common with and who actually suggested splitting the bill when the check came.
A gentleman, but also someone who knew just how to scratch Vegas’ itches and
satisfy him without having to be told.
Oh, yes….
Patching himself into the system, Vegas shook his head once more and
attempted to focus on the call that was coming in.
Show time, he told himself.
“Evening handsome, you’ve landed with Vegas, how you doing tonight?”
“Evening, yourself.”
Vegas’ breath hitched instantly in his throat.
It was him.
The caller.
He would recognize that voice anywhere.
Vegas’ ears were greeted with that same deep, throaty breathing that wormed its
way into his ear and snaked itself all the way down to the pit of his stomach,
leaving his entire core shaking in its wake.
Then came the laughter.
The caller laughed in the most inhuman way. It made Vegas tremble and brought
tears prickling to the backs of his eyes. The laugh made his heart palpitate and
drum out an insanely loud rhythm that shook his whole frame in his chair.
He was laughing at the effect that he was having on Vegas. Mocking him from
God knows where, and taunting him with the power he held over him. He knew
his threats were working and playing on a loop in Vegas’ head.
The caller had him right where he wanted him, and the scary thing was that he
somehow knew it.
Vegas’ throat was dry and scratchy, like sand paper, and it felt like all the air had
been sucked straight out of the room.
“I’m so glad I got to speak to you again.” The caller’s tone was menacing and
hung in the air like a heavy fog, echoing against the inside of his skull. “I’ve been
watching you.”
Vegas’ eyes searched the room, hoping someone would be looking his way so
that he could signal for help since his voice didn’t seem to be working. But the
room was full of bowed heads and other people going about their own business.
He closed his eyes tightly, wishing the voice to be a dream or in his head.
Anything except for real.
“And I know you’ve seen me too….” The man knew Vegas was aware of his
stalking behavior.
Vegas shuddered again. He wasn’t imagining it at all. All his paranoia was real.
Not in my head.
Not in my head.
Real.
Oh, Jesus.
He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and attempted to slow his
pulse by taking a deep breath.
Come on, Vegas. Don’t let this fucker get one over on you.
He remembered the conversation he’d had with Dakota about how he wasn’t
someone who allowed himself to be bullied by anyone. He was strong, and he
wasn’t about to start playing the victim to some jackoff who could do nothing to
him but make petty threats and speak in a spooky voice.
This ends now.
*blows out breath*
where to start?
This book is about Vegas, a boy raised in the South by his grandmother, but after she passes he decides to try his luck in New York. Working as a barista, he meets Bronx, a wealthy lawyer. It's a whirlwind romance that moves fast, and he finds himself living with him in a short time. Only things aren't as great as they appear.
For our young Vegas, things are so up and down that he never seems to catch his footing. He leaves Bronx to live with his bff, London, where he gets him a job as a phone sex operator. Things go well for awhile, until Vegas starts getting threatening phone calls at work and someone following him.
Just when you think you have this book figured out, you don't. Nothing is as it seems, and you're smacked with some more O.M.G moments. I loved that about this book, I was on the edge the whole time. It was very engaging and intense. And that ending... just... My mind is a little blown.
My only complaint about this book would be the names. All the guys had names of locations, Vegas, Bronx, London, Aspen...It got a little confusing at times. When I thought he was referring to one person, it was really another. These weren't just the operators nicknames, which would have made more sense. Unless there is some significance that I'm not aware of? Although, now that I think about it....
I think this writer is going to go far, especially under Via Star Wings. He is good now, but can definitely become great. Keep your eye out for Joey!
3.75 twisty stars!
where to start?
This book is about Vegas, a boy raised in the South by his grandmother, but after she passes he decides to try his luck in New York. Working as a barista, he meets Bronx, a wealthy lawyer. It's a whirlwind romance that moves fast, and he finds himself living with him in a short time. Only things aren't as great as they appear.
For our young Vegas, things are so up and down that he never seems to catch his footing. He leaves Bronx to live with his bff, London, where he gets him a job as a phone sex operator. Things go well for awhile, until Vegas starts getting threatening phone calls at work and someone following him.
Just when you think you have this book figured out, you don't. Nothing is as it seems, and you're smacked with some more O.M.G moments. I loved that about this book, I was on the edge the whole time. It was very engaging and intense. And that ending... just... My mind is a little blown.
My only complaint about this book would be the names. All the guys had names of locations, Vegas, Bronx, London, Aspen...It got a little confusing at times. When I thought he was referring to one person, it was really another. These weren't just the operators nicknames, which would have made more sense. Unless there is some significance that I'm not aware of? Although, now that I think about it....
I think this writer is going to go far, especially under Via Star Wings. He is good now, but can definitely become great. Keep your eye out for Joey!
3.75 twisty stars!
AUTHOR BIO:
Joey Jameson lives in Brighton, UK where he spends his days as a self-
proclaimed beach bum. He believes there is nothing better in life than being by
the sea with a large glass of red in hand and the sun on your face. His work is
best appreciated with a hard drink and the lights down low and will leave you
wondering just what goes on in that twisted little mind of his. He is the author of
“Candy from Strangers”, “Twisted” among other pieces of naughty fiction. Keep
your eyes pealed for more titilating tales from him in the near future.
All Author links:
Author Page: http://www.authoraevia.com/joey-jameson.html
twitter: @joeyjameson
misterjoeyjameson@gmail.com
havent read this book yet but cant wait
ReplyDeleteLooks good, real good, wishlisted it on A ready for my next binge. Did I mention I needed a little help with that. LOL
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