I received this book for free from Give Me Books Promotions in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.Suck: A Naughty Novella by Nikki Belaire
Series: Suck, Bang,
Published by Happy Drunk Productions LLC on June 18, 2020
Cover Design: Lori Jackson Designs
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Mafia, novella
Format: ARC, digital e-book
Source: Give Me Books Promotions
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Reece Diavolo. They call him The Devil behind his back, and when the vicious mob boss sees the bride at his cousin’s wedding he decides there won’t be a marriage after all that day…because now she belongs to him.
Macy Shaw. They call her The Mouse to her face, and when the goodest of good girls learns her blackmailing fiancé has disappeared she’s relieved…until she realizes her savior is even more dangerous than the groom.
Author’s note: Suck is short, sweet, and dirty, filled with all the best parts of a romance for a fun two-hour read. No triggers or cliffhangers and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Contemporary Romance, Novella, Mafia
First Person, Dual-POV
This is book #1 of the Suck, Bang & Blow series. This is a full story with HEA.
Now Macy The Mouse is going to be Mrs. Diavolo The Decisive, just like her husband.
I believed this book was going to be the first part of a serial, but it wasn’t. So, it was a very sexy, short, fun read with HEA.
As most novellas, the story was completely over the top insta-lust-love-romance. But it was a sexy, fun, 90 minutes read!
28/35 STARS – 4 STARS (between 28 stars and 31 stars)
Addictiveness: 4 Character: 4 Cover: 4 Freshness: 4 Plot: 4 Romance: 4 Writing Style: 4
Action 2/5 Angst 1/5 Darkness 0/5 Humor 2/5 Romance 5/5 Suspense/Mystery 0/5
Would I recommend? Yes, as an in-between read!!!
Would I re-read this book/series? I don’t know. I don’t usually re-read novellas, but I guess.
Would I read more from the author? I’m looking forward to reading more from her.
Addictiveness: 4/5 This was a fast, sexy, fun read. As addictive as pizza!!!
Character: hero 4/5, heroine 4/5, secondary characters 4/5, growth 4/5, real 3/5 Very likable characters that were fun and sweet.
Macy was a sweet heroine. She was a good daughter and a very naive girl. Because this was a short novella, there was no time to give depth to her as a character.
Reese was a sexy hero. He was the head of the mob at his area, I believe, but because this story was more about the romance than the crime scene, I can’t say what sort of boss he was.
Secondary characters I guess her best friend and Ryker could be two interesting characters for a future exploration. Can’t say much about anyone else.
Villain/antagonists … there was no one worth mentioning here.
Even though they were mostly one-dimensional characters , they were easy to love, connect and understand!
Cover: art 4/5, title 5/5, color-font 5/5, buy 5/5 I’m obsessed with book covers. I love to find snippets of the stories within the art. This was a good cover. The art is sexy and the bullet hole hints to a mafia story. The title is very catchy and the background colors are enticing. I would probably buy this book by its cover without needing to read the blurb!!!
Freshness: 4/5 This is filled with clichés, but the over-the-top romance and fast-paced story felt fun and original. As fresh as mint mentos!!!
Plot: believable 2/5, conflict 3/5, dialogue 5/5, ending 4/5, enjoyment 5/5, opening 4/5, pace 5/5, setting 4/5, subplots 3/5, twists 4/5 Great opening with sweet ending. Unbelievable plot, with fun dialogues and amazing pace. Nice setting, interesting subplots with a few twists. Good level of enjoyment!
Romance: believable 3/5, chemistry 5/5, description 5/5, development 3.5/5, steam 4/5 This was a sexy read. Insta romance and growth, but it totally offered some fun times. Hot smut!!!
Writing Style: 4/5 My first time reading this author and I look forward to read a full novel from her. Lovable characters, good plot, sexy romance in a cohesive, clean writing. Good writing!!!
Because I try to be very analytical and I don’t really believe in perfection…
I missed more complex characters and more background into the characters love story.
Blowing out a deep breath, I swipe my ripped thong and shredded thigh highs off the floor and race back to the bathroom, shoving them into the trashcan under the sink. Too bad the dress won’t fit in the bin too, but I can’t leave the gown behind either. That would be too tacky. I slowly twist the knob, peeking out into the hallway. Unsure if I’m relieved or disappointed the corridor is empty, I shake my head. Trying and failing to mute the emotions swirling in my brain as I tiptoe across the black hardwood. I don’t know why I’m trying so hard to be quiet but silence seems appropriate. I grab the monstrosity and my heels off the living room carpet and sweep toward the door. Only about twenty feet and I’ll be outside. Maybe one of the guards I saw last night will loan me his phone to call an Uber and I can go somewhere that’s not here.
“Good morning angel.”
Reece leans against the counter with a coffee mug in one hand, watching me with considerable amusement. He’s panty-wetting gorgeous, if I was wearing any, with the wicked grin lighting up his handsome face. He looks like a model posing for a photo shoot, and every single woman I know would buy whatever it is he’s selling no matter how much it costs. I avert my eyes to keep from staring at his broad chest or the six pack resting so sleek and defined above his gray sweat pants.
“Good morning.” I tug against my improvised dress. “I hope it’s okay I’m borrowing your shirt. I promise to return it. I’ll wash–”
“Where are you going?”
I grin too. Casual and carefree. Saving my meltdown for later. When I’m home alone. Although I’m not sure right at this exact moment where home actually is. “Walk of shame. Isn’t that what you do after a one-night stand?”
Something shifts in his stance and his expression. A hardness that makes me shiver. The satin fabric rustles from my shaking arms, and I resist the urge to step back when all I want to do is step closer. Yet in another instance the irritation is gone and he smirks. “Because you know so much how one night stands work?”
He’s teasing. But my cheeks flame hot anyway. Yes, I’m a stupid, inexperienced virgin who let booze and humiliation and desire cloud her judgment. But I boss up and accept my mistakes. Move on without regret or request anything more from him. “Thanks for everything. Really. You were great when I needed a friend and I–”
“What are you going to do with that?”
Ignoring my awkward attempt to convey gratitude, he nods toward the gown draped over my arm.
Damn. I shouldn’t have blurted out something so childish and immature. Yet, all he does is nod. Seeming to wholeheartedly approve of my idea.
“My thoughts exactly.”
The clink of his cup against the granite countertop sounds as harsh as my breath when he holds out his hand. Uncertain what he wants—what to do—so I just stare. He just frowns, mad at me, but I’m not sure why.