I enjoy reading Ms. Banks and have read many of her novels. Also, one of my pet peeves with this author is her tendency to repeat herself, almost as a means to add to her word count. He also recognized the desire in her eyes.
She had no need to know his secrets. Not until he had her under his complete and utter control. Instinct told her to run, but her heart said stay and walk the fine line between pleasure and pain. Because once he possessed her, he owned her and it would be too late to turn back. So far, he's found a link between the killer and Faith—and if Gray has to get close to her to catch the killer, so be it.
Faith is sweet and feminine, everything Gray wants and desires in a woman, but he suspects she's playing games. No way would she allow a man to call the shots in their relationship. Or would she? Faith sees in Gray the strong, dominant man she needs, but he seems determined to keep her at a distance. So she takes matters into her own hands to prove to him it's no game she's playing. She's willing to surrender to the right man.
Gray would like to be that man. But catching his partner's killer has to be his first priority—until Faith is threatened and Gray realizes he will do anything to protect her.
And had amnesia? That meant Marley Jameson didn't remember betraying him by selling company secrets. Or that he'd thrown her out of his life. So he told her a little white lie: they were engaged. Then he swept her away to his Greek island to await the birth of his baby and enjoy her sudden devotion Her: You can't protect me. You'll be hurt. Him: I love you.
I'll protect you. Her: I love you. You can't protect me. Some hot intimacy. Some more implied intimacy and sexy talk. Him: I love you I'll protect you. Oh, and Him: I'll protect you. Oh, and I'll keep you pregnant and having love babies.
I guess you really can protect me. I should have DNFd it. Jun 17, Danna Hinton rated it did not like it. This was my first Banks novel and my last Banks novel. I haphazardly purchased this at an airport prior to vacation. This was one of the worst books I have ever read. Plot was weak, no character development.
Cursing on every other page. I finished it but I lost brain cells in the process. Jun 20, LInda L rated it did not like it. This book was terrible - I can't begin to enumerate the ways.
The main characters managed to make me hate them pretty quickly -- Jenna was a crybaby and Isaac was stupid. I did not read any of Banks previous books and have no plans to. This one was MORE than enough. Really, one star is too much. Jun 22, Kiley Kerr rated it did not like it. Oh my, what did I actually think? This book started off with a bang and I was immediately pulled into this world Maya Banks created. But then it kind of died off. With little character development and a lot of repetitive phrases, I began page skimming to simply finish the book.
I was slightly creeped out by the epilogue as well. May 24, Andrea rated it it was ok. What happened? Did Maya Banks really write this? I was shocked at how fluffy this novel was, and not in a warm and fuzzy way but in a redundant this story could be told in 40 pages had it been edited way.
Not to mention the number of time God was mentioned in the story I counted Just a dissapointment because I've loved Maya Banks early works and her latest works have not been the same quality. May 29, Deb rated it did not like it.
I can't believe all the people who rated it high. This book is so bad and so far over the top. Jenna adjust to the real world far too easily. Isaac falls too fast for Jenna, and he doesn't even know her age, she could be a minor. Maya Banks has definitely written. Don't waste your time or money. Jun 09, arabia rated it liked it Shelves: insta-lust , contemporary. As is unfortunately becoming a long-established habit of Ms. Banks, Just One Touch had the hero falling deeply, madly, irrevocably in love with the heroine within a quarter of a second of being in her presence.
During this time, Isaac gathers his band of merry men together to come up with a plan for her safety, and quickly dashes her off to a safe house, where he, as he watches over her, contemplates the following: He settled in, pulling her closer until they were skin to skin, and he closed his eyes thinking he was fucked. Well and truly fucked Reluctantly, Isaac extricated himself, slowly missing her warmth and softness.
Oh yeah, he was fucked in a big way And hope[d] to hell she wouldn't resist him becoming a very permanent fixture in her life. Inevitably, she wakes up from her slumber, noticing that Isaac has settled in next to her in bed because he just couldn't help himself: She went rigid and pulled away, her eyes slowly opening, but it gutted him when her gaze settled on him and panic swamped her entire face.
She immediately began scrambling backward on the bed. Yeah, I would think so! If I had passed out, woken up in a stranger's home in a stranger's bed, noticing I'm suddenly wearing clothes that aren't mine so obviously I'd been undressed at some point , I'd at the very least be screaming bloody murder.
Who in their right mind would think it's okay to jump in a traumatized woman's bed while she was unconscious?! Well, Isaac, of course! But instead of common sense finally seeping into his love-struck brain, he again contemplates the following: She nibbled nervously on her bottom lip, and he'd never been more tempted to suck that lip between his and soothe the damage she was currently doing to it.
And he still didn't even know her name, much less her story. Okay, so we've established that this girl is a mystery, and now finally Isaac himself realizes that, hey, he still doesn't know Sleeping Beauty's real name! So explain to me how he's so "well and truly fucked" to the point he's probably already naming their future kids?!
To compound what's already becoming an annoying habit of the author's, she can't help but repeat the same word -- "angel" -- a total of 61 times! Yes, I counted. I get that he's "in love" and wants to use the term of endearment for her, but yeesh There were sentences like this: And yet she was an angel in a world that had shown her no mercy.
His damaged angel. An angel with broken wings just dying to fly. And in case you didn't get enough: Isaac had called her an angel -- his angel -- in a tone of awe that made her think he truly did see her as an angel Aside from all of that, there were also lines like this: Her tops needed to be oversized, at least two sizes too large so they showed nothing of her curves. She'd long cursed her ample breasts, curved hips and plump ass that men seemed to like staring after with a look in their eyes that scared her almost as much as the elders did.
I know for a fact that this can't be true. I get that this is a book of fiction, and that in any book the author should be given a certain amount of creative license, but I learned the hard way that when you go hungry -- and mind you, this woman was starved on several occasions throughout her life -- that you will lose cup size s from your naturally large breasts.
Memories she clings to when the cult leaders discover her extraordinary ability to heal—and punish her. In truth, she is merely biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to escape.
As he tries to bring Jenna to safety, she refuses to tell him what danger haunts her or how she managed to cure him, but Isaac vows to do whatever it takes to gain her trust…and her heart. Because with just one touch, Isaac knows he wants Jenna to be his—forever. She ran through the gnarled forest, her breaths of fear spilling raggedly from her lips as she sought to suck in precious oxygen.
Another tree limb slapped her painfully in the face and she brought up her hand in automatic protection. She flung it out to protect herself from other obstacles shielded from her in the inky night where overcast skies hid the half moon, rendering her blind as she continued to crash haphazardly through the woods.
They had the advantage. She had none. Her feet became entangled in exposed tree roots and she slammed face-first onto the ground, all the wind knocked brutallyfrom her lungs. She lay there wheezing for breath as tears burned. She began sprinting down the road, quickly moving to the ditch when the rocks tore into her tender feet. To her shock, just a hundred yards ahead was what looked to be a small filling station and fruit stand.
She put on speed, her gaze darting back and forth as she neared it. And worse. Seeing nothing and no one yet, she continued to run toward the gas station, not having the first clue what to do when she got there.
It seemed strange and scary, enormous beyond her wildest imagination. Her freedom. As she reached the station, she observed an old truck parked out front with a tarp completely covering the bed.
She glanced side to side and toward the station, thinking quickly of her options. Then she heard voices. She just had to find it. Ugh, the size that these men were, it would only take one to create an insurmountable obstacle to her. Her breath caught when her gaze finally lighted on what looked to be an opening to a cellar in the floor. It was small, scarcely big enough for the large, muscled men to ever fit through.
It would certainly be a tight squeeze for any one of them. But her slim figure could easily slip through the opening. Since she knew this to be one of the DSS strongholds and the most secure of their safe houses, the cellar door was likely an escape route in case the house came under siege.
There had to be a way out once she reached the sublevel of the safe house. These men would have planned for every eventuality, and in all likelihood had multiple escape routes in case the safe house was breached and any of the other exits had been compromised or blocked off by the enemy.
She mentally gave herself a pep talk even as panic threatened to overwhelm her to the point of breaking down into hysteria. Get it together, Jenna! All she had to do was drop down the cellar opening, slide the door back shut, hopefully not making the slightest sound, and then find the exit that led to the outside of the building and run as if her life depended on it. Not her life. The lives of the men and women of DSS. Failure meant her capture, and it could also mean death for every single person in this room.
That thought immediately sobered her and she vowed to take extreme care this time and not to trust anyone. It had given her the adrenaline necessary to go through with her plan.
She had to be smart and use her head if she had any hope of getting out of this place and staying alive. It little mattered where in the city she went, only that she kept away from darkened alleys and dimly lit streets.