The man was sinful. It wasn't just the looks that made him dangerous, it was the cocky confidence that dominated every move, every touch. And the frustrating yet ecstatic fact about the whole package was that he could back it all up…
Julia Campbell never knows what to expect with win-at-all-costs Brad De Luca. And she's starting to like it that way. She gave up safe, conventional relationships when she let the elite divorce attorney seduce her into his world. Now that he's determined to strip her naked of every inhibition, she's in danger of falling too deep and too fast.
But their affair begins to feel even more dangerous when a murder leaves a trail of suspicion that points straight to the mob…and Brad. Trusting a man with a bad reputation and a past full of secrets seems like a mistake. But when she's forced to make a choice, the consequences will take her further than she could ever have imagined.
Masked Innocence is the sequel to Blindfolded Innocence by Alessandra Torre. (***If you haven't read Blindfolded Innocence, stop reading this and go get it. NOW! then come back and read my review!) I blew through this book. My obsession with Brad and Julia has grown even more after reading this and now I have a huge book hangover. There will be a third book to this series, and we don't have to wait too long!
Masked picks up right where Blindfolded left off. Brad and Julia are taking their relationship to the next level. They are fantastic together. Where Brad is demanding and always in control, Julia challenges him and always has a snarky comeback. I absolutely love her. Julia's main concern is Brad's old man whoring ways. As much as she is addicted to him and his, um manliness, she doesn't want to seem foolish and commit herself to someone who cannot. Brad's solution? He introduces her to his "lifestyle", which includes an exclusive sex club and some anonymous participants. And that is where we get rewarded! Wow, don't try to read this while waiting for your kid at their dance class, while you are at work, or any other public place for that matter! You need to be at home!!!!
What I loved about Masked is that, yes, it's smoking hot and we get everything we saw coming with Brad and Julia. But not too far in, there's that famous Alessandra twist. She throws a wrench in there and we are left guessing. Another favorite piece of this book is Martha. Martha is Brad's "house manager" for the past 15 years. She's prickly, as Julia calls her and hard to crack at first. I loved her wise cracks and interaction with both Brad and Julia. Turns out that she is an ally to Julia and I can see them getting into some trouble in the future.
As we move along in this book, I couldn't help but swoon over Brad. I don't like to use the word swoon. I feel like it's overused in most book reviews and I'm not a swoon-er. However, here I was. I realized I was reading full chapters with a smile on my face. I was surprised with how sweet Brad was (But still strong and in control). I had butterflies when he did. My connection was strong and they are both smashed into my heart. I loved the ending so much. It fit them so well. I'm not sure I'll be able to read anything else in the next month while I wait for the End of Innocence. It's not a cliffhanger, but there are so many things to find out.
"Are you out of your fucking mind? This is so far out of De Luca-ville that I don't even know how to respond. You have rendered me fucking speechless."
Hmmm, wonder what miss Julia is referring to here? Well, you must not wait any longer and get reading! You will not be disappointed! Thanks Alessandra for another fabulous, unique, HOT and well written story! Smooches!!!
*ABOUT THE AUTHOR*
Alessandra Torre is a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks. The sequel to Blindfolded, Masked Innocence, will be released in February 2014.
Alessandra lives in the Southern United States and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.
Learn more about Alessandra on her website at www.alessandratorre.com, or you can find her on Twitter (@ReadAlessandra) or her Facebook fanpage.
Gorgeous, sexy, and feral, the closer we came to the party, the more intense Brad's eyes became. He was aroused, I realized. He had taken only one item from Carlos, a black executioner’s hood. I was both scared and excited to see what it would look like on.
We got in the car and I waited till the driver shut the door before I turned to him. “I-”
His mouth was on me before I got the second word out. He cupped my chin in his hand and took my mouth with his. He pulled hard on my neck and I leaned forward, his other hand grabbing to pull me on his lap. I straddled him, grinding against his crotch while we kissed. His hands gripped my ass and then traveled in between my legs, and he pulled away from my mouth with a sexy scowl when he felt my panties.
“What’s this?” he murmured, sliding a finger underneath my thong and dipping inside me, causing my eyes to close and my breath to hitch.
“I think they’re called panties,” I whispered, pushing against his hand, wanting more than his finger inside of me.
“You are already wet...” he breathed in wonder, sliding a second finger in with the first, stretching my pussy tight around his digits and moving them together in wonderful unison.
I groaned and ground against him, and he slowly withdrew his fingers, sliding his wet fingers over my clit and then away, and my eyes popped open, missing the pleasure. I pouted down at him.
“I want to keep you hot for the party,” he said gruffly. He looked up at me, smiling in the darkness. “You look so different.”
I tilted my head, grinning. “Good different?”
“I like the normal you better. This is good though, makes me feel like I’m with a strange woman.”
I bit my lip and looked at him deviously. “Strange woman can be bad.”
“I like bad,” he whispered, and I felt his fingers brush my sensitive skin, once again tugging at the lace of my thong.