The Devil has met his match
When Tatum O’Shea decides it’s time for some payback, no one is safe from her new game – not even the devil himself. Tate is going to get her happily ever after, even if it means making everyone else unhappy in the process.
But a persistent Jameson, a meddling Sanders, and an amorous baseball player make it very hard for a girl to keep her focus, and suddenly it seems Tate has a few too many suitors for her fairy tale ending.
Sometimes, it’s very difficult to tell who Prince Charming really is …
WARNING: may induce Kindle throwing, screaming at fictional characters, and possibly a few tears. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes.
Sometimes it is so hard to begin the third book in a trilogy, because you know the inevitable end is near. This case was no different. The rollercoaster ride that is Jameson and Tatum’s story has been amazing but all good things must come to an end. And I must add what an end it is!!!
Stylo Fantome has a way of writing that pulls the reader in, makes you feel what the characters are feeling, makes you want to hurt and yell at the characters, and also makes you fall in love with them even more. It is VERY important to take note when an author gives you a warning prior to reading the book, for example: WARNING: may induce Kindle throwing, screaming at fictional characters, and possibly a few tears. Because in the case of this book there might be times you must step away from your kindle and take a depth breath before continuing, LOL….
I have absolutely loved every minute of this trilogy; it is one that I want to read again, just because.
Tatum has had one crazy life that doesn’t get any easier in this book. I do believe sometimes she makes it harder than it needs to be, but she does have lots of issues to deal with that surround not only Jameson but also her family and her past.
In this book we get to see even more parts of what makes up Jameson, the Devil. I don’t think he is 100% Devil, he has some very good qualities that are starting to show, but it takes time to get through all of the layers.
Then you have Sanders, what can I say but I WANT MY OWN SANDERS!!! How can you not love all of his quirks, his bluntness and is unconditional love for Jameson and Tatum. After Tatum kissed Sander’s his reaction was priceless:
“That was very nice. I’m sure, he breathed. She chuckled…(Tatum said) Sandy, if you have sex the way you kiss, then you have nothing to worry about, she laughed fanning herself. Thank you. It was very lovely. But may I be honest?” he asked, finally opening his eyes. She smiled, always. I do not have any siblings that I know of but if I did, I imagine that if I kissed one of them, it would feel very much like the kiss you and I just shared.” Tate laughed even harder…
I was amazed at the amount of content in this final book, once I started reading it I couldn’t put it down. This is one twisted love story, where everyone is just a little crazy, but all together they are one great group of loving people. Thank you Stylo Fantome for such a phenomenal trilogy, I can’t wait to see what you release next!!!!
She showed Ang the sideboard where Jameson kept most of his every day things – a lot of cuff links, tie pins, watches, things of that nature. Everything plated in gold and diamond and platinum. While Ang guffawed over everything, Tate made her way over to the bed. Knelt on top of it and crawled towards Jameson’s side.
“Holy fuck, Tate, this table holds more money than I’ll ever see in my life. I don’t know whether to be impressed, or disgusted,” Ang called out from behind her. She pulled a box out of Jameson’s night stand and then turned back to Ang.
“Look at this,” she offered, knee walking back towards him. He met her at the edge of the bed and she opened the box. “This is a Jacob and Co. watch.”
“It’s awesome,” he said, taking the box into his hands and looking over the timepiece.
“It’s worth over $300,000.”
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, and dropped the box. It bounced on the mattress and rolled, the lid snapping shut. She laughed and picked it up, sat it on the pillows.
“I know, right? Who would spend that kind of money on a watch?” she asked.
“Why the fuck would you even let me touch that? That watch is worth more than I am,” he laughed as well, but he looked a little shaky.
“I think it’s funny. All this stuff, it’s silly,” she said, reaching out and playing with the button on the blazer he was wearing. He was taller than Jameson, but leaner. The blazer was pretty loose on him.
“It’s fucking stupid. A watch!? Why? How often does he wear it?” Ang asked. Tate shrugged, unbuttoning the jacket and pushing it open.
“Not often. Once in Spain. You should see the shit he keeps in the safe,” she said, plucking at his shirt. He began absent mindedly batting at her hands while he glanced around the room.
“You’re shitting me. Please tell me it’s behind a huge portrait of like his dog or something,” he chuckled. She hooked her fingers inside his belt.
“No. It’s in the closet,” she replied.
“Tate, what are you doing?” he asked, finally clueing into the fact that she was touching him. She smiled up at him. Ang liked to pretend he liked being poor, turned up his nose at rich people, but really, he was fascinated by it, and even better, distracted by it. It was one of the things that had attracted him to Tate, she knew. It was probably part of what drew him to her sister.
“What? I feel like I haven’t touched you in a long time,” she said, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around his waist. She pressed the side of her face to his chest and he sighed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
“Are you really okay? You kinda scare me, sometimes,” he mumbled. She ignored the sadness in his voice and worked her hands up his back. He felt so different than Jameson.
“I’m okay, Ang. I’m happy here. Everything is great,” she whispered, massaging her fingers back down his back. He shivered under her touch.
“You can always come live with me,” he said softly. She laughed low in her throat and pulled away a little, running her hands up and down his sides.
“Do you think your girlfriend would appreciate that?” she asked, watching him from under hooded eyelids. He ran his hands under her hair, lifting it away from her shoulders and piling it all on the back of her head.
“I don’t think she’d care, but more importantly, I don’t care. You’ve been my best friend for a million years,” he replied. She smiled, running her teeth over her bottom lip while she pressed herself against him.
“Sometimes a little more than a friend,” her voice was soft. He laughed, scratching his fingers over her scalp.
“Most of the time. God, we used to have fun,” his voice fell into a murmur as his eyes wandered over her face.
Please, don’t hate me after this. I have to get my soul back.
“Used to?” she asked, her voice soft as she ran her hands along his body.
“Tater tot, we haven’t had fun since Satan came to town,” he chuckled, his hands moving to the back of her neck.
“Hmmm, he’s not in town right now,” she reminded him. He narrowed his eyes.
“No, he’s not, and I doubt he would appreciate me seducing his succubus in his lair,” he told her.
“I doubt he’d care. Besides, succubi are supposed to sleep with lots of people,” she pointed out.
“Succubi? Is that how you pluralize it?”
“Succubuses sounds weird.”
“Like a slutty bus.”
“Wait,” he stopped. “Did you just imply that you want to sleep with me?”
“Ang. If I laid it on any thicker, I’d be staked out on the mattress,” she said bluntly.
“I thought it was ‘against the rules‘, or some bullshit,” he said, glancing around the room, like he was checking for hidden cameras, or waiting for Jameson to pounce out of the shadows and eat him.
“That was before; besides, since when have you cared about what upsets Jameson?” she evaded answering him.
“I don’t. But I don’t want to piss off Ellie, either. She’s not exactly as free a thinker as you and I,” he laughed.
I’m counting on that.
“That’s not fair. She wouldn’t know you if it wasn’t for me – she owes me a finders fee,” Tate mock pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. He pinched it between his thumb and finger.
“What’s going on with you, babydoll? Satan not giving it to you good enough?” he laughed. She tilted her head down, drawing his thumb into her mouth and sucking on it. He hissed air through his teeth. She let him go and he dragged his thumb down her chin.
“How about you stop worrying about him for tonight. I know I have,” she said in a husky voice.
Like that would even be possible.
She knew she had him. The tempation to put something over on Jameson was too great for him. She knew Ang very well, knew how to get to him. They hadn’t slept together in a long time – since August. They had quit cold turkey, and he hadn’t had a say in the matter. In fact, he’d been pretty angry about it for a while. Here was his chance to strike back. Fuck Tate, in Jameson’s bed. In Satan’s home. Much too hard to resist. She closed her eyes as his head lowered towards hers.
Please, please don’t hate me.
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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