The sizzling new erotic tale from New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh
Marty Mathews had always known about the secret, forbidden pleasures that the women she had grown up with enjoyed. Women whose husbands or lovers were members of the exclusive "Club," where they took a selected "third" into their beds. And there is one man--a dangerous, forbidden man--who is part of this world and who has haunted Marty's dreams for years. But she had been the FBI agent assigned to shadow him, making him completely off limits. . .That is until Khalid is cleared and Marty is released from her assignment. Now, all bets are off. . .
The beautiful, fierce Marty Mathews is the one woman Khalid hungers for like no other and is the one woman he dare not let himself have. His past dogs his every step and danger lurks around every corner. If he wants to keep her safe, he must stay away from her. But the power of their desire is something they cannot deny--and once Marty is his, Khalid will do whatever it takes to keep her in his bed and in his arms.
About the Author
Lora Leigh is the author of Live Wire, Forbidden Pleasure, and Enigma, among many others. Writing is her passion, her peace, and her lifeline, and she can often be found daydreaming and plotting and planning with the varied characters that fill her imagination. When she isn't writing, she tends her flower gardens, watches horses romp outside her home, or spends time with the family and pets she fills her life with. She lives in the rolling hills of Kentucky.
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“Traitorous fucking bastard!”
Marty Mathews stared at her boss, division chief Vince Deerfield with a hidden sense of surprise as he threw the thick file on Khalid el Hamid Mustafa across the desk.
The dull, yellow folder hit, slid then fell from the desk to scatter loose sheets of information and pictures at her feet.
Khalid el Hamid-Mustafa. The bastard son of a Saudi sheikh suspected of terrorism. His father, Aziz Mustafa was a religious hardliner, a man who ruled one of the more barren sections of Saudi Arabia, on the Iraq border. He had tarred his sons with his own brush and in doing so had subjected his bastard son, Khalid, to years of suspicion by the United States.
It was the reason Marty had been tailing Khalid for the past two years. As a FBI agent, one on the low end of the totem pole as far as her boss was concerned, Marty had been stuck playing babysitter and peeping Thomasina to one of the most sexually active men she had ever laid her eyes on.
A dark, brooding, dangerous man. There was no doubt in her mind that Khalid Mustafa would be a very dangerous man to cross.
If she had doubted it, then the information her godfather had given her over the past years would have confirmed it.
There was a reason why she had never reported any of the more suspicious activities Khalid had engaged in. Quite simply, it was because he engaged in them at the orders of her godfather, the director of the FBI.
“No comment?” Vince snarled, his heavy brows lowered, his hazel green eyes spitting fire and brimstone back at her.
“I’m the agent who’s followed him for the past two years,” she replied politely. “As my reports state, there’s no evidence to support the suspicion that Mr. Mustafa has any ties to a terrorist community.”
Vince threw himself back in his chair and glared at her now. That glare was nerve-racking. It boded ill to any agent on the receiving end of it. Unfortunately, she was the agent in question.
“Two years,” he snapped. “I gave you two years, Agent Mathews, to find just a shred of evidence to support the suspicions we have against him. Two years. I could have convicted a five-year-old with that amount of time on my hands.”
No doubt he could have, but on the other hand, he wouldn’t have had a godfather who was director of the entire FBI going over his reports, editing them and deleting minor points that could have supported that suspicion because Khalid was currently his favorite mole.
“A five-year-old wouldn’t have the decadent lifestyle Mustafa has.” She rolled her eyes at the thought of it. “I rather doubt the man has the time to consort with terrorists. He’s too busy playing with his little friends.”
That was more truth than fiction, actually, no matter how much her father liked to smile and deny it.
Her boss stared back at her as though she were a slug under a rock that somehow had dared him to touch. The very fact that he couldn’t fire her without bringing down a heavy barrage of interest in his office was only the tip of the iceberg of reasons he hated her.
The man was slowly committing career suicide and didn’t seem to have a clue. Her godfather was Zachary Jennings, the director of the FBI and Deerfields boss. She didn’t run crying to Daddy Zach, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t well aware of the treatment she had been receiving in this office since being assigned to it.
“Well, you can stop protesting the assignment,” he bit out, his tone malevolent. “You’re off. The operation is dead in the damned water, thanks to your godfather and your incompetence. What did you do, go crying to him?”
Marty sat up straighter, a frown snapping between her brows at the accusation she had thought of only moments before. “I’ve never discussed this assignment with my godfather,” she informed him, bristling at the insult, but thanking God that her godfather had taught her how to lie when she was young. “And I stopped crying to him when I was three.”
“Then I don’t have to worry about a protest on my desk when I tell you that you have to be one of the lousiest agents I’ve ever had in my division,” he stated derisively.
“The only report you have to worry about is the one I may file, sir.” Frost filled her voice as she stared back at him, fighting to hide her anger. “Perhaps it wasn’t my lack of skill so much as your lack of foresight and inability to accept the fact that Mustafa is guilty of nothing but his own sexual excesses.”
She kept her tone respectful. She assured herself there was none of the animosity that brewed inside her leaking into her tone.
He sneered back at her, and it was all she could do to keep from telling him what a fruitcake he had become over the years.
His determination to .nd any shred of evidence that he could procure against Khalid had become a running joke within the office. He refused to listen to reason, refused to see that there was nothing to tie Khalid to any terrorist. Except those that her godfather had him secretly meeting with.
Now wasn’t that fucked up?
“My lack of foresight has never been an issue.” He rose to his feet and paced to the wide windows that gave views out over DC as he blew out a hard, disgusted breath. “Either way, the operation has been ordered shut down. You’re off the case, Mathews. You can begin the vacation you’ve been crying over for the past two years.”
Crying over? She rather doubted it. She had submitted the request the month before she had been assigned to Khalid, and had merely resubmitted it every six months. She deserved her vacation. She hadn’t had one in over three years.
“Thank you, sir.” She just barely managed to keep the mockery out of her voice.
Not that Director Deerfield was fooled. He glared back at her as he clasped his hands behind his back and straightened his shoulders to stare down his hooked nose at her.
“You’re excused.” He grimaced, as though there was a smell that offended him. “I’ll see you back here in one month. Hopefully by then I can find an assignment worthy of your mediocre skills.”
Damn. She could wait longer than four weeks before returning to this office or Deerfield’s questionable mercies. The man was a fiend. She would have nightmares while on vacation concerning her return.
“Thank you, sir.” Rising to her feet, she gave him a short-lived, less than sincere smile. “I’ll see you in a month.”
Marty turned on her heel and walked quickly to the door, desperate to get away from the malevolence she could feel pouring from her boss.
Running to her godfather wasn’t going to be a problem though, because she had a feeling her time at the agency was history. At the moment, she was being courted by more than one private protection firm and she was seriously considering one very lucrative offer. “Mathews.” The sound of his voice as she opened the door had her turning back.
“Yes, sir?” She kept her tone calm and even. It wouldn’t due to clue him in on the fact that he was the type of director that gave the bureau a bad name.
“Mustafa is part of your little social clique.” There was a sneer in his voice.
Marty’s brows arched. “He often socializes in the same circles as my parents and godfather,” she agreed, reminding him yet again that her father was a U.S. senator and her godfather was the director of the bureau. Her mother had been a federal judge before her retirement three years earlier due to health concerns.
“So I’ve seen.” His lips were thin, pinched. “I’d be careful of my own associations if I were you, though. There have been rumors that Mustafa has been interested in you over the years. That interest could affect your career. I’m certain your godfather might protest being forced to protect you against your own bad judgment.”
Geeze. The man was a paranoid bastard just to start with, and an asshole on top of it.
“As you said, this assignment is over.” She glanced at the pages still littering the floor before looking back to her boss. “What I do with my free time is my business now.”
And if she wanted to sleep with a former suspect then that was her damned business.
Closing the door behind her, Marty strode quickly from the bureau’s unassuming offices and into the heated warmth of a DC summer day.
The first day of her vacation. A month free of strife and Deer. eld’s screaming rages because she hadn’t managed to come up with so much as a shred of suspicion against Mustafa.
If the man only knew exactly who Khalid was to the bureau. His code name was Desert Lion, the missions he had successfully completed for the bureau had been imperative.
But why didn’t Deerfield have the information that Khalid was one of her father’s in dependent agents? Why had she been told but he hadn’t been? That was information that her godfather, Zachary Jennings, still hadn’t given her, but she had her own suspicions.
Deerfield was likely on his way out, if she knew her godfather, Will. Otherwise Vince Deerfield would have been given the information that would have exonerated Khalid of the suspicions Deerfield had against him.
While she was striding along the sidewalk, a small smile tipped her lips. Two years investigating Khalid and she knew more about him than she may know about herself. She knew the brooding, dangerous reflection of the man that hid behind calm, often amused black eyes. She knew him for the male sexual animal he was, and as the aloof “other” lover he played in his relationships.
And often she wondered what would happen if she wasn’t an agent, if she wasn’t shadowing him, if she wasn’t the goddaughter of the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and a woman who he knew wasn’t content to merely “play”?
Would he be in her bed or simply demand to be a third should she choose a lover within the circle of his friends who shared their lovers. It sounded depraved. Perverted. Marty knew the protective and loving lifestyle environment her parents had created for her instead. Her father, her mother, and her godfather.
Walking into the parking lot behind the FBI offices, she moved quickly to her car, engaged the auto lock, and pulled the door open before sliding inside.
Her hands gripped the steering wheel as she stared along the walkway in front of her, the profusion of flowers and shrubbery holding her gaze with their splashes of color. She had one month to attempt the seduction of a man who seemed determined to remain as aloof as possible.
She had four weeks to steal his heart. If he had one to steal.
THE CLUB, SINCLAIR ESTATE
Khalid watched as U.S. senator Joe Mathews and the third he had chosen more than thirty years ago, FBI director Zachary Jennings, walked into the bar of the club, glancing around until they spotted Khalid.
Lifting his glass of whiskey, Khalid took a sip of the dark liquid as he tracked their progress through the room to the small seating area where he sat. If their expressions were anything to go by, then the news was good. Perhaps. The somber seriousness that had tightened their faces for the past two years had eased, and with it, hopefully, their tempers had as well.
The two men were both trim, fit for their ages. The senator was nearing sixty, the director was only a few years behind, but both men appeared years younger. They swore it was due to a peaceful, stress-free home life.
There were days Khalid sincerely doubted that. He knew who they claimed as a daughter.
“Khalid.” Zach sat down in the settee across from the leather recliner that Khalid was currently relaxing in. The senator took a seat in the chair beside the director, leaned back, and allowed a selfsatis.ed smile to tip his lips.
“Consider your problems over,” Joe announced softly, his deep voice tinged with amusement as Khalid’s brow lifted in curiousity.
“Really?” he drawled. “All of them?”
“The majority, perhaps,” Zach chuckled. “The FBI has dropped their investigation of you. Deerfield was forced to pull the assignment this afternoon. Marty’s on her way home for a vacation, and I’ll be submitting my report on Deerfield next week. We should have his resignation within the next month.”
“Before Marty returns to the office, I assume?” Khalid felt his fingers tingle with the need to curl into a fist at the thought of the hell Deer.eld had been putting her through.
There were agents in the club, men who reported to Jennings, and who had revealed information concerning Marty to Khalid. Those men had kept them both appraised of the insults Deerfield had heaped upon her concerning her inability to find evidence against Khalid and his supposed terroristic activities.
“Before Marty returns to the office.” Zach nodded, his expression tensing with anger. “The bastard has stepped over the line one time too many.”
“And still your daughter refuses to file a report against him,” Khalid murmured.
Zach nodded heavily. “Marty’s not a snitch. I can get his resignation without her, but it would have helped.”
“And have you asked her for her help?” Khalid sipped at the whiskey as he glanced at the two men.
Zach shook his head emphatically. “If she finds out we know about her problems with her boss, then she’ll begin to question our sources. I don’t want that. Keeping an eye on that girl isn’t always easy. I don’t want her to know just how well I keep tabs on her.”
Khalid refrained from objecting. He wasn’t a believer in hiding information in this situation. Marty was an intelligent woman; who lived a potentially dangerous life, despite her godfather’s attempts to ensure that she was protected. She would only be hurt and angry if it appear that her father had no faith in her abilities.
“He still disapproves.” Joe nodded in Khalid’s direction.
“It is not my place to approve or to disapprove.” He shrugged. At least, not yet it wasn’t. The battle he was .ghting to steer clear of her was becoming harder by the day, though. It was a battle he may yet lose.
“It could be.” Joe’s gaze was somber now. “If you were serious in your intentions.”
Khalid had to chuckle at that. “Gentlemen, this is the twenty-first century, not the eighteenth,” he informed them. “We’re not Southern gentlemen seeking to protect the honor of our daughters. My intentions are as they have always been. I must plead guilty to seeking plea sure alone.”
Joe grimaced as Zach shook his head at Khalid’s answer.
“Marty isn’t a toy,” Zach stated, his voice firm, his tone warning. It was a familiar argument, though one Khalid rarely started or participated in.
“Tell me.” Leaning forward, he slid the recliner back into its folded position. “Is Deerfield still trying to find out what happened in Saudi before I left?”
Of course he was. Khalid stared at the two men’s faces and saw the answer in their eyes. Deerfield would never give up, he suspected.
For some reason nothing mattered to him as much as destroying Khalid.
He should stand in line, Khalid thought. There were many who would love to see Khalid el Hamid-Mustafa destroyed, least of whom were his two half-brothers.
“We’re taking care of it,” Zach promised him. “Deerfield’s resignation will strip him of his clearance and ensure that he never learns your secrets.”
His secrets. More like his nightmares. The bloody, shameful past that haunted his days like a dark specter. They were secrets that could never be hidden, if Deerfield talked to the right person. And no doubt, if he hadn’t already, then he soon would.
Khalid nodded as he rose to his feet. This conversation was at an end as far as he was concerned. If he stayed to socialize with the two men the conversation inevitably would return to Marty. To the one woman he ached to possess with a hunger unlike any he had ever known before. She was the one woman he was forced to deny himself.
For too many years he had contented himself with being merely a third to other club members’ lovers or wives. He had no desire to form a commitment to any woman, or to any relationship. He had no right to do so. He had lost that right long ago in a desert .lled with blood and betrayal.
“If you’ll excuse me.” He nodded to the two men as he moved away and headed for the bar’s exit.
He had no desire to discuss Marty at this point, just as he had no desire to face another night filled with arousal and nightmares, and the memories of a past he could never change.
“What do you think?” Joe sighed, as he watched Khalid before turning back to the man who had been his best friend most of his life.
“I think I’d prefer it if our daughter were interested in another man,” Zach sighed, as he ran his hand over his jaw and tried to hold back the concern building inside him. “He’s a hard man, Joe.”
“He won’t stay away from her.” Joe shook his head at the thought.
“If he managed to, eventually, she would find him.” This was a truth was certain of, Zach. “She’s as obsessed as he is.”
“She’s protective of him,” Joe countered. “And she’s curious.”
Zach sat back in his chair and breathed out a heavy sigh. Marty was like wind soft and gentle a one day, blowing .erce and hot, or icy cold, the next. But one thing remained constant, and that was her loyalty to those she cared about. For some reason she had focused on Khalid when she was no more than a girl, and that fascination hadn’t abated.
Joe knew Zach had lived in fear in the past years of that dark fascination that often filled their daughter’s eyes whenever she saw Khalid. The man would break her heart, and Joe didn’t know if he could ever forgive Khalid if he hurt her. But he knew Zach would see to it personally that Khalid regretted any tears Marty shed.
While rubbing his hand over his face, Joe gave Khalid’s retreating back a final glance before lifting his drink and finishing it. Zach would take care of the problem of Vince Deerfield and get him off Khalid’s and Marty’s asses. Joe would watch his daughter do what Zach had made him promise not to do. And that was to help her to attain what he felt would make her happy. But even more, he had a feeling it was what would make Khalid happy as well. Eventually. The boy needed something to fight for. Someone to fight for. He was growing lax in his own protection.
Sometimes a man could just sense when two people were meant to be together. Khalid and Marty matched in ways that defied description and, as a father, Joe wanted nothing more than her happiness and Khalid’s peace.
Over the past two years he had watched the anger build inside Marty as Deerfield went after Khalid. Each order that had gone out to tap his phone, search his home, or follow him to whatever function or event he was attending had struck a sensitive nerve in the girl.
Each time she had been forced to remain on surveillance while he played his “games”, as she had called them, she had changed a little more. As though the knowledge that he was sharing another woman’s bed only angered her further.
Unfortunately for her godfather, keeping her away from Khalid would be impossible. Joe figured he might as well do as he always did and help if she asked. Then again, he knew his daughter well. She wouldn’t need much help. He had a feeling she just might be the woman to tame the desert lion’s heart and to heal the wounds to his soul.
Or she would end up sharing them.
“Stop worrying, Zach,” Joe ordered firmly, as he picked up a paper on the table in front of him and sat back to read. “She’s a grown woman. You have to let her live her own life at this point.”
“So says the man who has standing orders out that she’s to be covered by a protective detail at all times,” Zach grunted. “Don’t give me that crap.”
Joe’s lips quirked in an amused grin. “Where bullets are flying, I tend to remain cautious. Where Mustafa is concerned?” His grin widened. “He’s a drowning man. Give her two weeks, he’ll be like the rest of us. Putty in her hands.”
“He doesn’t have a heart, Joe,” Zach stated, causing Joe to lower his paper and frown back at him.
“What the hell do you mean by that?”
“His brothers destroyed any part of him that he could give to another woman in that damned desert,” he stated, as Joe clenched his jaw, thinking of what had been done to Khalid so many years before. “They ripped his heart out of his body. That’s why he needs to stay the hell away from our daughter. He can’t do anything but hurt her.”
Joe prayed he was wrong, if for no other reason than his daughter’s sake.
Excerpted from Guilty Pleasure by Lora Leigh.
Copyright © 2010 by Lora Leigh.
Published in January 2010 by St. Martin’s Press,.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I read other reviews about the grammatical errors, but just figured they were from disgruntled english teachers. I WAS WRONG!!! Every other page, (no exaggeration!), had misspelled words, wrong words, missing words, duplicate words, continuity errors, etc.. It went beyond distracting & annoying. I finally started counting the pages with errors when I was about 50 pages in.. 56 pages, & that's of the 176 page total using my expanded page view! Where was the proof reader? Editor? Is there no quality control with ebooks? With the publisher? Does B&N not worry about customer sat? The story had such possibilities with a great build-up through the other books in the series, but was totally ruined by the distractions of the errors & having to re-read sentences trying to figure out the intent of the writer. I won't purchase another book by this author & am not in a hurry to purchase another ebook either.
I have really enjoyed Ms. Leigh's Bound Heart series. Some books are better then others. She has started to really flesh out her stories, compared to the earliest, almost short story, length in the series. When she really invests her time and emotions into her characters,the books come alive with sizzling passion and characters that stay with you, long after the last page is shut and that keeps you reading until the wee hours of the morning. My favorites in the series so far are Forbidden Pleasure and Wicked Pleasure. I wish I could have added this story to that list. Khalid has been a particularly favorite secondary character that I have been eagerly awaiting "his story". When I found out it was his turn finally, I eagerly wrote down the release date and actually went down to the bookstore the day it came out, which is rare for me. I got it home and read it last night. When I was done, I felt sad that Khalid and Marty's story was left flat and will now only be a bridge for other characters to be introduced. I don't know if Ms. Leigh was disconnected from his story when she sat down to write it or if she was pressured to finish on a deadline, but the characters never make that jump from paper to coming alive in your mind. Plus, as in a previous review I have to agree that this Khalid is not the same man as in her previous books. I thought if I had to hear him use the endearment "precious" one more time I might have to jump in there shake him up to find the real man. Where is the buildup of sexual tension? Where was the mischief and humor (as seen in Ian and Courtney's story)? Where was the sensualist and lover in Chase and Kia's story? I like that her books, in this series, are becoming longer, more detailed and plot driven, but I would have rather waited longer and been given the Khalid we had been expecting. It's unfortunate it cannot be "redone" and that Khalid's story will never be better. It's a decent book and its part of the series, so if you are a fan you are going to want to read it regardless of these reviews. Just set aside your expectations though and hope she feels more about her next characters. If you are a new reader, then I would suggest you read some of her earlier titles in the series before you get to this one. Still a fan here ... just disappointed and wondering what the next book in the series will bring.
I think I have waited so long for this one to come out that I was hoping it would be as good the previous ones...I was dissapointed. I love the Bound Hearts series very much.
I enjoyed the Bound Hearts, series . . . until now! Lora Leigh has some downs in her writing, and she is something of a prolific writer, so one cannot expect every book to be five or four stars, or even three stars but this! I'd give this a minus five stars if possible. I hate being forced to even give it one star. I was anxiously awaiting Kahlid's story, sure it would be my favorite. So not! I wrote a letter to Lora Leigh expressing my great frustration with the inconsistent elements in the story, the lack of her usual spark, and the inexcusable publication of a rough draft that never made it through spell check or grammar check! It was painful to read this book. I offered to edit for her because she so obviously needs someone to help. I would die of embarrassment to have my name appear as the author of such an abortive story, especially when one's readers are expecting it to be at least as good as it's 10 predecessor stories. There is basically nothing good about this book. I have a difficult time believing that Lora Leigh actually wrote this. One thing is definitely certain, it never passed the eyes of an editor and if it did, that editor should move directly to the unemployment line, not pass go, etc., etc., etc. I feel like buying this book was like being taken advantage of in a "shell game".
Good read - not her best but pretty good. It had the Lora Leigh trademarks - hot sex with macho guys and lots of action - but it felt like half a book. Perhaps it was just that the end felt rushed. On the plus side - Khalid and Shayne are both great characters, classic hero material. I liked Khalid fighting his own protective nature to let her be herself, and adventurous, risk-taking agent. Shayne is certainly being lined up as a future hero. I liked the heroine, Marty. She was determined to be her own person. Plot wise I had some serious issues with the ending. All sorts of highly trained folks are guarding the house [including checking the interior] yet a dozen bad guys manage to get in and stage a major gun battle - and no one notices. Books in this series tend to be chronological - so it would it be better to read them in order. The last three Pleasure books are especially closely knit; Khalid is a major sub-character in Only Pleasure. As it is part of the Bound Hearts series - menage sex is pretty much a given... Bound Hearts 1. Surrender (2003) 2. Submission / Seduction (omnibus) (2004) 3. Wicked Sacrifice: Wicked Intent / Sacrifice (omnibus) (2006) 4. Forbidden Pleasure (2007) 4. Shameless Embraces: Embraced / Shameless (omnibus) (2007) 5. Wicked Pleasure (2008) 6. Only Pleasure (2009) 7. Guilty Pleasure (2010)
The characters within this story were so poorly developed that I almost convinced myself that Lora Leigh couldn't have written this. I've read most of her books and loved almost every single one of them, except for Bengal's Heart, which I felt suffered from similar poor character development and somewhat lazy plot development. That book's flaws weren't as glaring as this book, though. It's really a shame because this book could have been truly wonderful and Khalid deserved a great story. All the elements were there, but it's clear that none of them were given enough time or maybe not enough interest from the author. I just wanted to get the book over with and even began skipping pages. I almost always reread Lora Leigh's books, but I won't be doing so with this one.
I won't go into a detailed synopses of the story, the plot is basically the same as all the `Bound Hearts'; a coming together, a three-way, and then the HEA. In the early Ellora's Cave books, the menage was brought in after the h/h had established a relationship, as a way of enhancing their sex life, but separate from their `love for each other' relationship. Three-ways were understood to be part of their relationship, but not the sum total of it, unless, as in the case of two of the BH's, it was to be a permanent menage. SPOILERISH........ The book was good, if you like LL, you will really like this story. I did, even though I had a few issues with it. One of the things that bothered me about this book was the same as in the last couple of BH books; that the three-way was established before the relationship was established, and continued throughout the book for virtually every sexual encounter. I understand that this is what these books are about, but the lack of a foothold in the romance of Khalid and Marty with each other made the menages a bit off-putting. It was as if the titillation of the three-way took precedence over the relationship between the h/h. The other thing that really bothered me was the unrelenting nasty talk during the sex scenes. Both the men kept talking and talking about what they wanted the other to do to Marty's sweet little body while the other watched, and in really base, graphic language. This seemed so at odds with the tender, suave, and compassionate man and lover that Khalid had been when he was the third in previous books. Once again, the titillation factor, but it just didn't fit the previously established urbane, sophisticated character of Khalid. I love LL's books and Khalid has always been the favorite of mine. I was so happy to see him get his own book, even if some of the things in this story seemed (to me) to be out of character for him. There have only been two of LL's characters I have never really cared for, Cade August (I felt like he was a creepy slut-puppy bent on banging all the wives not because of the brothers `compulsion', but just because he could); and Chase Falladay (at the end of his book when he mused that he would like to have Kia with a different man each time, I'm sorry, but that just grossed me out. What a sleaze. Was he her lover or her pimp?). The story itself was really good, who would have pegged Khalid for an FBI mole? This action story was a bit more like her SEALS/Ops books than a BH. It is not a permanent menage, for anyone who is wondering. I think Shayne is being set up for his own book soon. (Alyssa?) The story is exciting, and there is a definite HEA. All in all, I highly recommend it, especially to those who have been bothered by a couple of LL's books lately that have seemed to be rushed to print. She is back in rare form, and I really look forward to her Special Ops, Nauti, and Breed books coming out in the next few months.
Bad word choices, misspelled words or incomplete words, random punctuation- all these things are very distracting from the story. Especially when you have to read a sentence a couple times to find the correct word that you need to make it make sense. Part way through it seems like they re-wrote a section without remembering what had been written before and then ended up right back with the proper story line. I was looking forward to Khalid's story. But with all the editing issues, it was hard.
Guilty Pleasure is perhaps the worst book that I have read by author Lora Leigh. It is definitly the worst of the Bound Series. The plot is choppy, as is most of the book. Even the sex scenes lack a continuity to them that her previous books possessed. The other books in this series allowed me to form attachments to the main characters. I had been looking forward to this book after reading Only Pleasure. And to be honest I felt more empathy for Khalid when he was a minor chartacter in Only Pleasure than I did in Guilty Pleasure when he was the main character. Even the menages failed to draw me to the "third" as the other books did. I could care less what happens Shayne. If you liked Guilty Pleasure, and thought the sex was hot, try Wicked Pleasure or Forbidden Pleasure. These were much more entertaining.
This is a great series.
This addition to Lora Leigh's "Bound Hearts" series features all the essential points of the previous books: stunningly attractive men, a strong-willed woman, and cameo appearances by known characters, all set against the sexual tension of menege games. While some of the characters will be familiar to the reader from other "Bound Hearts" books, the vast majority have never been even mentioned before, making the connection to other books in the series mostly by association with "The Club". The cameos of familiar characters are very brief and often seem somewhat gratuitous, leaving the impression that the characters' appearances were more of a ploy to gain the support of longtime Leigh readers rather than a substantive addition to the plot.As with many of Leigh's "Bound Hearts" books, "Guilty Pleasure" also has mild overtones of suspense writing. This is effective as far as it goes. However, the story seems to rely heavily on Middle Eastern stereotypes and the anti-Arab sentiment of Post-9/11 USA, despite Khalid's role as leading man in the story. Unfortunately, what "Guilty Pleasure" also does not have is closure. Although the suspense aspect of the storyline is resolved, the relationship component is left at a sudden and unsatisfying stop. There is no "after" once the story's climactic danger scene is over. The book simply ends as if the publisher decided to save money on printing by eliminating the final chapter. Although it is an enjoyable read, complete with a number of steamy sex scenes, "Guilty Pleasure" is not one of Ms. Leigh's best works, even within the "Bound Hearts" series. While it adds to the overall "Bound Hearts" collective chain of stories, it is one of the weaker links.
I absolutely love this series
Agent Marty Mathews has had it bad for Khalid El Hamid--Mustafa since she was 15 and didn’t know what that even meant. For the past 2 years she’s been tailing Khalid as an FBI agent. Now that she’s off the case, she can finally work out her plan to seduce him! Anyone whose read any of Lora Leigh’s first Bound Hearts books has already met Khalid and has anxiously wanted to read his book. I was very happy that it didn’t disappoint. Although I typically don’t like reading books (or series as the case is here) where one of the main characters was in sexual situations with someone other than their HEA, the scorching series is written in such a way that I have no problem with it. The author has a way of writing strong females with good moral who are a perfect match to the strong males they fall for. I loved reading about Khalid and Marty. I’m glad that the series was re-released giving me a chance to read this. I highly recommend. **I voluntarily read and reviewed this book
Grab the fire extinguisher and get the ice water ready because things are about to get far too hot to handle. Marty was raised in an unconventional family, she was fully aware of the “club” and the life style of her mother and her two fathers live. But it was the forbidden Khalid that tempted her heart but perusing a relationship would destroy her career. Khalid was the perfect second, never taking a woman for his own, he’s kept always kept himself apart to keep those he could care for away from the danger of his past. One incident, one slip up and his true feelings for Marty puts a target on her back. Now claiming Marty as his own will be the only thing that will save her and he isn’t going to ever let her go. All that careful control is about to come crashing in around them as the explosive chemistry becomes an inferno of passion. Perfect for readers that like erotic romance with substance, Guilty Pleasure artfully balances steam and story. I received this ARC copy of Guilty Pleasure from St. Martin's Press in exchange for a honest review.
I am a huge fan of Lora Leigh and the Bound Hearts series. I found the story was good but lacked the drama and intensity of the other books. Khalid has always been such a sexy alpha, he fell a bit flat in this book with Marty. The sex was steamy and erotic but more story could have been woven into. I plan on continuing the series even though this was just an ok read for me.
Marty Mathews has loved Khalid since she was 15. Always afraid to claim her a his own over the years, for fear the past would raise it's ugly head. Marty is tired of waiting for him. See what happens when she makes it known she's finally going after what she's been wanting for years. Khalid and Marty fit. He gives her the space she needs to be herself. This story is full of dark, powerful, dangerous, sexy alpha men and they're all members of THE CLUB. I'm a little disappointed with the abrupt ending. As always with this amazing author, I can't wait to read the next book. Received a copy via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. I was not compensated for my review. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinion expressed is my own.
Loved the 2 main characters, she is strong and he is also strong but controlling. She does not give into him easily but keeps him on his toes. Loved other ones also in this series, but this was a great read with just the right amount of pages
held me from start to finish
I finished this book and felt like something was missing....the ending! Why would the story end with Marty laying on a bed, bleeding from a bullet wound? What about Deerfield? Never got to hear what happened to him. Very frustrating to spend $7.99 on a book and not get a proper ending to the story. So many characters left unfinished. Not worth the money paid.