Saturday, March 5, 2011

Review A Taste of Scarlet by Evanne Lorraine

Title:A Taste of Scarlet
 Author:Evanne Lorraine
Source: Requested review
Genre:Erotic paranormal romance
Authors website 

A rare Omega wolf with the gift of healing, Scarlet underwent her first shift to werewolf form while held captive by a pack of rogue Alphas. The abuse shattered her connection with her inner bitch and left her with a severe Alpha-phobia. A broken wolf link put her out of the mating game. But determined to serve a pack in need of her healing, she searches for the legendary werewolf whisperer on the chance he can work the miracle she needs.

Once he roamed North America guiding the broken wolves back to wholeness, but Daniel nearly lost his humanity the last time he tracked a rogue. Escaping from the whisperer business, he spent months in his true werewolf form. Now he’s the lone wolf sheriff in sleepy Cedar Grove. He likes peace and quiet in his territory, same as any good law officer, and the new redhead in town is pure trouble.
Two seconds after they meet, she's disturbing the hell out of his peace. She’s a pack princess and he's not interested in a pack sanctioned mating. Been there, done that, and still paying through the nose for the mistake. Leaving her alone is the right choice, but he can't deny that she smells delicious.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, BDSM theme and elements.

My review

A taste of Scarlet is one hot wicked wolf tale, which I enjoyed. This is a loving BDSM romance book, not your typical hard core BDSM, so this one was right up my alley. I enjoyed the characters and the sex was pure hot. This book has fun, romance, sadness and excitement. At around 151 pages it won’t take long to read this hot wolf tale. I recommend this to any erotic paranormal reader that likes a hot male dominating.

“Let me go.” She squirmed in his unbreakable hold.
Much as he enjoyed the squirming, both wolfie boy and he knew she needed mastering—his. He pressed harder, subduing the rebellion. “Negotiations are over.”
“There were negotiations? I missed them.”
More sass? He bit back a grin of admiration. He inhaled, catching a note of smoky anger topping her wild berry fragrance. No tang of fear marred the complex blend.
Angry beat the hell out of scared.

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