Only For Your Touch

Only For Your Touch

by Naima Simone


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She's looking to rebel, to tarnish her naïve "good girl" image.

Lucky for her, I deal in sex.

Whatever your fantasy, I deliver. Voyeurism. Threesomes. A little slap and tickle…

If it's your kink, I can fulfill it.

So yeah, life is good. Simple.

Until she enters my club.


It's just sex. Our little secret.

For now...

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ISBN-13: 9781682813232
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Publication date: 10/10/2016
Pages: 130
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.31(d)

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Only for Your Touch

By Naima Simone, Tracy Montoya

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2016 Naima Simone
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-749-3


Sasha Merchant knew trouble.

In his very checkered lifetime, he'd been the cause of it, been balls-deep in it, and had escaped it. So yeah, he and trouble were intimate partners, a match made in hell. And even though it now walked through the doors of Lick in the form of a stunning redhead with curves that demanded a man take them hard and fast, he wasn't fooled by the pretty wrapping.


Or as his mother used to say: Volk v ovech'yey shkurye. Wolf in sheep's pelt.

Maybe he should say fox's pelt. Because with her bright hair and petite frame, she reminded him of his Russian homeland's small, red fox. Didn't matter in the end though. Fox or sheep, the woman was an ill wind that needed to be monitored ... and blown back out the door, if necessary.

"You see who just came in?" The deep, gravel-rough voice that belonged to his best friend, Killian Vincent, rumbled in his ear from the discreet piece notched there.

Sasha once more glanced toward the front of the club where more people streamed in through the steel doors. Though he, Killian, and Rion Ward, the third member of their unholy trio, owned Lick equally, Killian often oversaw security. All of them had control issues — as in, needing to have it — but Killian even more so. But when someone else decided what you wore and ate, and when you fucking took a shit, for two years, yeah, control became important. So they let him supervise that aspect of their club. Hell, having a huge, scowling hulk on the premises was often a better deterrent to troublemakers than their many cameras.

"Yeah, I got eyes on her," Sasha said, tracking the slow progress of the redhead and her friend through the thick crowd. It might've been eleven o'clock on a Thursday, but that didn't matter. If the night ended in "y" then they were packed. It'd been that way since they'd opened their doors a year earlier. Everyone, it seemed, wanted to drink, dance, and find their next hookup in Boston's newest and most exclusive aphrodisiac club.

Including Corrine Salvaggi, aka The Mob Princess.

"What the hell do you think she's doing here?" Killian asked as Rion approached the end of the bar where Sasha stood. "Considering the shitstorm that's circling her, you'd think her family would have her on lockdown."

"I don't know," Sasha rumbled. "But it seems her breaking out of the castle is now our problem, if anyone recognizes her. Goddamn."

"Exactly." Rion nodded his thanks at the bartender who slid a tumbler in front of him. Kentucky bourbon, his favorite. "The last thing we need is the Salvaggi family sniffing around here, searching for their wayward royalty. Or worse, having the press associate Lick with them. Even if it's just in a byline."

Sasha understood what Rion meant. Perfectly.

Lick was the public face of their business. With its two bustling bars and top-shelf alcohol, dancing, and VIP lounges, the nightclub had quickly become one of the hottest spots to party in Boston. And then there was the aura of sex they deliberately cultivated. From the sensual photographs on the walls to barely and sexily clad men and women dancing on raised platforms to the shadowed alcoves where people kissed and slipped hands under clothes, to the private VIP rooms ... sex permeated the atmosphere.

But while the nightclub teased with sex, the private, upper level of Lick — The Loft — delivered on that promise. And catered to more ... exotic tastes. Of the sexual variety. Whatever their members desired, they supplied. And in exchange for the admittedly excessive prices people paid for membership, The Loft's clientele expected discretion and a safe, secure, and protected place to indulge in their sexual fantasies and preferences. So having reporters snooping around trying to catch pictures of Carmine Salvaggi's daughter partying it up would understandably make them a bit antsy.

Lick was more than income to the men. The three of them had been to hell and back to reach where they were today. Free of the Irish mob. Escapees from the criminal world. Business owners with a modicum of respectability. Of legitimacy. This club represented their new life. Their freedom.

For Sasha, it was his promise to a dying woman.

His parents had left Moscow when Sasha was six, after the Cold War ended and the Soviet Union dissolved. They'd immigrated to America, specifically Boston, seeking a better life and more opportunity. An academic in Russia, his proud father had only been able to find work as a janitor at the local elementary school. But to Val Merchant, it'd still been honest work. And having a son who'd willingly chosen a life of crime — even if it'd been the impulsive decision of a youth who hadn't felt he'd belonged anywhere else — had been unforgiveable. But two years ago, before dying from complications of COPD, Anna Merchant had come to him and extracted a vow from Sasha: to become the respectable man she'd raised him to be.

He'd sacrificed everything to honor that promise. And even though some days this new life itched like a too-tight, uncomfortable shirt, he wouldn't allow a pampered, rebelling mob socialite to fuck it up.

"I'll watch her," he volunteered, voice grim.

Rion shot him a sharp glance, and Sasha clenched his jaw, easily interpreting the look. Worry. Indecision. Yeah, he got his friend's doubt. It irritated the fuck out of him, but he got it. Because underneath the annoyance — and in spite of his resentment of Corrine Salvaggi's presence in their club — a curl of anticipation whispered through him. And Rion probably knew it.

Of the three of them, Sasha still struggled with the life they left behind the most, walking that fine line between legitimacy and craving the thrill, the pure adrenaline rush, of breaking the law. While Rion had never wanted it, and Killian feared it with an animalistic, whites-of-their-eyes terror, Sasha had only walked away because of a promise and his love for his friends. So putting him on someone who had ties to an organized crime family was like waving a bottle of water in front of a man who'd just crawled in from the desert.

"I'll be fine," Sasha assured him. "I'm just keeping eyes on her. And considering who she is, Killian won't do it." Two years out of jail and still on probation, Killian couldn't risk being associated with even the daughter of a criminal.

That left Sasha.

Rion's mouth flattened into a grim line as he nodded then tossed back the rest of his whiskey.

"Maybe she's just here to drink and dance like everyone else," Sasha said. Rion didn't reply, just arched a dark eyebrow.

Yeah, Sasha didn't believe it either. Not with his gut tightening like a damn noose. That sixth sense had never failed him on a job, and right now it was affirming what he'd thought when he'd first laid eyes on the Mob Princess.


* * *

When Corrine Salvaggi decided to rebel, she rebelled.

Of course, her idea of rebellion had been turning off her cell phone and hiding out at her friend Tara's house. Or sneaking past the relentless, greedy-ass reporters parked outside her parents' home before speeding off to find an out-of-the-way bar to watch Big Papi and her beloved Sox.

But never had dressing up in her underwear — or rather, Tara's underwear — and partying in a sex club entered her mind. Jesus, an honest-to-God sex club. And right here in Boston, not twenty minutes from her house. She'd thought they only existed in pay-per-view movies and books about paddle-wielding millionaires. Apparently, she was more naïve than the press reported. Although, she wasn't rebelling as much as escaping from the crapfest her life had transformed into. Still, partying in a place that would have her mother clutching her rosary was pretty much perfect for escape and mutiny.

Damp with sweat, Corrine followed Tara off the crowded dance floor, tugging on the bottom of the borrowed green-and-black lace corset, trying to cover her belly without exposing her damn nipples to the entire place. When Tara had thrust the Frederick's of Hollywood garment in her hands earlier, Corrine should've just said hell-to-the-no and found that sports bar. This get-up — the corset that nearly shoved her breasts up to her damn chin, the painted-on black jeans, and knee-high leather boots — wasn't her. Hell, her bras and panties weren't this damn revealing. Or ... sexual. With every breath, she feared her breasts were going to make an unscheduled appearance. She skimmed her palms over her hips, not accustomed to them being so blatantly ... displayed.

"Stop fidgeting." Tara teasingly slapped her hand.

"I can't help it," Corrine grumbled. "I still feel naked."

"Shit, if I had your tits and ass, I'd go around with no clothes on all the time," Tara shouted over her shoulder as she weaved her way through the heavy throngs of people. "And then throw in all that red hair and the 'I'm just a babe in the woods' innocence? I'd have to duck and dodge all the dick that would come my way."

"Uh ... Thanks?"

Her friend laughed, and moments later maneuvered into a tight, open spot at the packed bar. "What you need is a drink. I don't know what I was thinking. If we'd had one before heading to the dance floor, you wouldn't have minded having that hottie's hands on your ass."

"Oh, I'm sure I would've still minded," Corrine drawled. "And for the record, I don't ever want to be that drunk. He didn't even say hello first."

Tara snickered before turning and flagging down the bartender. Propping her elbows on the chrome railing, Corrine surveyed Lick. Just the name was erotic and shiver-inducing. She still hadn't managed to say it without whispering.

The huge converted warehouse pulsed with the heavy bass of the music, while people writhed and twisted with abandon on the dance floor and stage. More than a few kissed and groped each other as they ground their bodies together, providing a sexual show. Men and women in outfits straight out of the Bondage 'R' Us catalogue danced on spotlighted platforms and paraded around in leather and latex. She blinked as a woman in a shiny, black catsuit and a head covering that revealed her face and a high, blond ponytail strolled past, a bare-chested man in blue jeans following behind her ... on a leash.

Wow. Just ... wow. She shook her head, her survey moving on to the evenly spaced halogen lights revealing more people partying in the glass-enclosed balconies, crowding around the wide, long bars that dominated each side of the building, and drinking on the chairs at the high tables dotting the area around the dance floor. And tucked in the shadowed corners ...

Corrine swallowed, a ball of heat swirling low in her belly. She exhaled, trying to expel even a little of the tension pulling tight inside her. People occupied low couches and booths along the exposed brick walls. Even in the dim lighting, she could make out the couples kissing, the sensual sweep of hands over exposed skin. She couldn't hear words or groans or sighs over the pounding of the music, but her imagination supplied them. Vividly. The heat inside her expanded and stretched until it congregated in the flesh between her legs. They didn't care who saw them. Didn't worry about decorum or reputation, or being proper and pure. Didn't go behind the door marked "Private" and guarded by bodyguards, which, rumor had it, led to an area where they could do a lot more than kissing. No, they probably knew eyes were on them and welcomed it. Enjoyed it.

God. What did that kind of freedom feel like? Again, she had only her imagination to provide the answer because she'd never experienced it. Being the only daughter of Carmine Salvaggi had meant growing up in the most beautiful, luxurious, and loving of cages. Yes, she'd executed a prison break or two, but she'd never experienced the kind of utter liberation the people on the couches did ... But she'd always wanted to.

In the last week, that cage had become more stifling and confusing, and frightening. Because up until seven days ago, she'd believed her father had been a successful businessman with a thriving and growing chain of dry-cleaning stores throughout Boston. Definitely not the boss of the Salvaggi family, one of the oldest, most vicious, and notorious mob organizations in the city.

Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the stab of pain that stole her breath. She should be used to it by now. But how could a person become accustomed to having her soul ripped out over and over like a really fucked-up version of Prometheus and his liver-eating eagle? How could she come to grips with comprehending that the same man who had tucked her in at night, had held and comforted her while she'd cried, had raised her to be honest and respectful, was the same who had run drugs throughout the city, extorted hardworking people ... ordered hits. Her life was a lie, and she'd never guessed, never seen ...

"Stop it." Tara wagged a finger in Corrine's face, and she reeled back, startled.

"Tara, damn. I know I have another eye, but I'd like to keep that one," she grumbled.

"Don't deflect," her friend ordered, propping her hands on her slim hips. "Your thoughts are all over your face. We came here to forget and have a good time. And that's what you're going to do, damn it."

"Um. Yes, sir." She blinked. "Ma'am."

Tara smirked, dropping her hand. "Smart ass." Accepting the Fuzzy Navels she'd ordered from the bartender, who wouldn't have been out of place lounging around Hefner's mansion, she pressed one into Corrine's hand. "Drink. Loosen up."

"I'm in a sex club where people are ..." Corrine nodded in the direction of the couches with the tangle of bodies. Fully clothed, but still ... "I believe I'm loosened up."

"Pfft. That's nothing. This" — Tara swept out an arm, narrowly missing the woman standing next to her — "is the public section of the club. The nightclub. Rumor is there's a whole 'nother part upstairs — the real sex club — that is downright kinky. We're talking stuff that would make Christian Gray and his Red Room look like a kindergartener in a sandbox."

Corrine had never read the book or seen the movie about the BDSM-loving millionaire, but she got the gist of Tara's comment. Unbidden, she lifted her gaze to the ceiling and the supposed "upstairs." Her active and rich imagination supplied images of what could be taking place at that very moment above their heads.

A woman, blindfolded and naked, spread-eagle and bound on a bed. Her head tipped back, lips parted on a silent scream, fingers jerking on the ties at her wrists as a man buried his head between her trembling thighs.

A woman, arms captured behind her back, kneeling on the floor before her man, mouth opened wide as he slowly fed her his cock.

A woman, breasts pressed to a leather-padded bench, her bared ass propped in the air, quivering in anticipation and lust from the caress of a paddle over reddened flesh ... and from the eyes fixed on her, eagerly watching her submission and pleasure.

Corrine briefly closed her eyes. Oh yes, she had a very active and vivid imagination. One that sent hot swirls of arousal curling through her.

"I'll be right back," she said, setting her drink down behind her. "Bathroom break." As if the hounds of hell snapped at her heels, she forged a path through the horde toward the rear of the club, where she remembered seeing the sign for the restrooms.

For twenty-four years, she'd hidden her desires, her dreams, her needs, behind this good-girl image that reflected who her parents, with their often rigid expectations, wanted her to be. Demanded she be. But since her father had been arrested and indicted, and the truth of who he was — who she was — had emerged, the cuffs of their standards had started to chafe. The urges, thoughts, and impulses she'd tried to ignore or deny had been rearing their heads more often. Why should she twist and contort to fit this ideal of perfection when all of them were far from it? Why was she still hiding a perfectly respectable career as a sports columnist from them when her job didn't include extorting, cheating, or killing people?

And why did she sound like a pouting sixteen-year-old angry at her parents' hypocrisy?

Maybe because she was a brooding twenty-four-year-old angry at her parents' hypocrisy.

Sighing, she pushed into the dim hallway that housed the bathrooms.

And promptly slammed into someone exiting the corridor. The impact propelled the breath out of her, and a dull throbbing set up in the bridge of her nose. Damn. Awkward much?

"Oh God, I'm so sorry." A firm grip circled her upper arm, preventing her from stumbling backward. "Are you hurt? This is my fault. I should've been watching where I was going." The babbling accompanied a tad-too-hard pat on the shoulder. "I'm sorry," the guy who'd nearly sent her falling on her ass apologized again.


Excerpted from Only for Your Touch by Naima Simone, Tracy Montoya. Copyright © 2016 Naima Simone. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Only For Your Touch 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Must read! Great story.
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
3.5**** The story between Sasha and Corinne was fast and furious, sexy and intense with a whole lot of spontaneity. Their chemistry was explosive. But the part I liked the best was when they protected each other. He protected her identity and his club. She protected his life. Together they were stronger and fierce. I loved they made a team and face to each other what they needed. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Net galley.
aprilrenee1976 More than 1 year ago
Only and Always--- full of passion and in the end, Love Only For Your Touch by Naima Simone is a steamy naughty, and sexy romantic book. It is also a quick read , one that you will be able to read in a short period of time. There is some angst and definitely a right amount of a steamy need that hooked me from page 1, the author does a good job of getting across that delicious and decadent romance that is sweetly hot and simply naughty; there is also all these emotions the two MC characters that come out and the characters aren’t perfect which makes for a really good read, because we get to read about real people ; Corinne & Sasha made this a really good read . I bet your wondering- Will Corrine and Sasha get their chance for a HEA? To find out, you have to read this fantastic book. I hope the author writes Killian’s book next in this series. My rating: 4.6 stars **** "I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book in exchange for an honest review***
Marta1 More than 1 year ago
There are very few authors whose work I own as soon as it's released, no questions asked. Naima Simone's is one of them. I am never disappointed and this time is no different. Only For Your Touch, the second book in the Lick series, was fire, plain and simple. Corinne Salvaggi is a mob princess, who very recently discovered she was, in fact, a mob princess. In trying to get away from the insanity her life has just become with the arrest of her father and all the accusations against her family and to just have fun for a night, she decides to visit Lick, a sex club with her best friend. And that's where she meets one of its owners, Sasha Merchant. Sasha and his two lifelong friends are free of the Irish mob, are legitimate business owners and want to stay that way. So when he sees Corinne walk in, his mission is to get her out of the club and never to return. They don't need to get mixed up in that. What ensues when Sasha ties to rid the club of Corinne is hot, exciting, tender, heartbreaking, sweet...what a great story! There's a reason why I own all of Naima Simone's books sight unseen! Can't wait until the next book in this series!
Maria-Rose More than 1 year ago
Another scorcher from Ms. Simone, with some voyeur scenes at the Lick Aphrodisiac club to go with the steamy romance between club co-owner Sasha and mafia princess Corinne. Sasha has 'been there, done that' with mafia connections, having been involved with them in his younger days and vowing to stay away. But when Corinne walks into his club, he can't keep his hands off, even knowing it will mean trouble. She's looking for some attention, a way to shake up her family, but she gets a little more than she bargained for with Sasha. Corinne discovers her inner bad girl when she links up with reformed bad boy Sasha and the result is lots of super steamy scenes even as Sasha discovers that he really likes Corinne, and not just because they have great chemistry. Corinne has some personal dilemmas to ponder too, with her father recently put in jail and her conflicted feelings about him. In the end Sasha decides that she's worth risking a lot for, even with her mafia connections. It's a novella with a happy ending, and very enjoyable. This club series is quickly becoming a favorite!
Nicolerko More than 1 year ago
This is a hot one that makes Corrine's fantasies come true. Too bad being the Mob Princess represents everything Sasha broke free of to make a better life for himself and his two closest friends. The chemistry between them is too scorching to deny. Sasha is in one heck of a surprise when it comes to Corrine. I loved that Corrine is a baseball and football nut. This book had the perf combination of heat and substance.
Crystal_Yawn More than 1 year ago
Hot! This scorcher second book in the series will not disappoint and how can you not be set on fire in a club named "Lick". It's hot to just think about. This is a fast paced book with no dead spots. Lots of power exchange and a different look into kink. The sex is unbelievably kinky and HOT, The descriptions are very well done and you are almost in that room/alleyway with them. Corrine is taking a walk on the wild side after learning her whole life is a shame. She's a bit naive, hurt and very strong. She makes a great character who shows the true meaning behind kink/BDSM. Sasha is big and strong, rugged Russian. He sounds panty melting. He's a strong character who also has his weak sides. An Advanced Copy was received for my reading pleasure and boy was it pleasurable.
Lorizen More than 1 year ago
Another book from the Lick series. Three life long friends who own a popular Boston nightspot/ sex club. This story focuses on Sasha, the Russian who along with Killian and Rion made their break from the Irish mob to start a legit business. His counterpart in this story is Corinne Salvaggi, a mob bosses daughter who until her father's recent arrest has been kept in the dark about his dirty dealings and business matters. Corinne loves sports and writes a column, under an alias in the Boston sports paper online. Her friend Tara brings her to Lick one night deciding she needs a night out. This is Corinne's first real life exposure to a club and she hasn't even seen the back rooms yet. Once the men recognize her, they have Sasha tell her she needs to leave. They don't want her recognized at the club, since the press has been hounding the family since the fathers arrest. Sasha corners her on her way to the ladies room and they have their first exchange. Corinne wants to experience whatever it is the club has, what she feels she is missing. Sasha sees this as a way of scaring her off, so he takes her upstairs to the public room, strips her and a scene takes place and saying she liked it, yes she did. And so did he. The steam factor is off the charts. They agree that the only way they can continue to see each other is to keep this totally off the radar, no one can know, they follow a set routine of disguises etc. They begin to develop a relationship, something foreign to Sasha, who is really closed off. A terribly rough childhood being disowned by his family for a simple childish prank, he wouldn't have survived if it weren't for Killian and Rion. These two talk and Sasha starts asking himself questions about this... it's all new to him. One day her brothers come to the bar, wanting to meet the man their sister is spending time with and also to offer a deal of sorts. He and Killian blow them off. That night when Corinne arrives he ends it with her. He spews a bunch of rubbish about her being nothing but a sex toy and all those things that just make a woman self esteem rocket to the moon. Yeah right. Throat punch Sasha. He's a miserable pig in the days following until Killian corners him about it. Sasha tries to downplay things. But K drives his point home, leave before being left. Meanwhile Corinne goes to visit her father in jail for a number of reason, one being angry that she's been left out of the loop that even her mother knew about his father's business. She also told him about what her brothers did and asks him to call them off the club and stay away from Lick. Her father apologizes and says he will tell the brothers and the rest of the "family" the club is off limits. We pick up the story again when Sasha is reading the morning sports column and Corinne uses her full and real name. Something they had talked about. Today is the day of her father's hearing in court and there's a lot that happens surrounding the day. No spoilers. So, that's the gist of the story, I liked Corinne a lot. She had grit and backbone. She was smart and not afraid to say what she wanted. She spoke clearly and just had that air of confidence, despite all that was going on around her. Sasha, not too crazy about him. He didn't have the same appeal to me that Killian and Rion did. Nothing to do with being Russian, it was the way he was presented. Maybe showing a little more of his substance would have helped. We don't get much backstory and this book doesn't need
MELHUTCHINSON More than 1 year ago
This is the second book in the Lick series. It can be read as a standalone but you will enjoy the whole series if you go back and read the first one!! This story focuses on Sasha and Corrine. I was sort of hoping we would get more of both of their back stories, but with this being a novella, I totally understand why we don't get as much. Sasha is the owner of a club with two of his friends. This night club is not your typical one, but they have quickly made a name for themselves in the club world. Those that are looking for this type of club know where to find it. When Corrine shows up at the club, Sasha tries to warn her that she should not be there, but Corrine is determined to stay and explore her curiosities about BDSM. When Sasha finds out that she is serious about being there, he makes it his goal to educate her. Sasha knows who Corrine is and why they call her the mob princess. Corrine has had a hard time coming to the realization that her father was the mob boss, but is slowly finding out that he was not the man that she had pictured in her mind all those years. He had a different side to him than the one that she pictures walking her to school. When Corrine and Sasha begin to explore her adventures and curb her curiosities, they begin to form a relationship that has sparks flying as well. The way that Sasha takes care of Corrine is heart melting though. I am so glad that we got their story and that they get their HEA. You will want to read this one for yourself to find out just how Sasha takes care of Corrine though! You will not be disappointed!
Theresakerch-28 More than 1 year ago
Great 2nd book in a great series Sasha and Corrine meet at Sasha's club, she is trying to sneak out and get away from her family troubles. Sasha doesn't want her in the club or want her family issues in her club. But there is some major chemistry when they meet so they end up having a "no strings attached" relationship. Until people catch on to who she is. can Sasha and Corrine just move on? Naima Simone has again kept you engaged and wanting more. This book I couldn't put down. This was the second book but a stand alone, I can't wait for the next one in the series.
mamalovestoread22 More than 1 year ago
After learning the true identity of her father Corinne Salvaggi's carefully contained world is knocked of it's axis and she is left battling the media that is sniffing around her for more of his secrets. They have labeled her a mob princess, but in reality she is nothing of the sort, she has always been a good girl, and followed the rules that were laid out for her early on in life. But there is also secret side of her that she keeps hidden deep inside her, a side that craves to walk on the wild side and dabble in carnal things that would make most woman blush. So, when she walks into Lick, one of the city's hottest clubs, that also helps those who so desire to live out their wildest fantasies, a feeling of contentment settles over her. For the first time in her life Corinne finally feels like she has a found a place that she belongs... but the minute the Viking-like owner spots her in his club he is ready to send her packing. She is a kind of trouble he just doesn't need, but after one little heated encounter Corinne has him reconsidering his stance... This seductive little tale is the second installment in the Lick series, and I have to say Ms. Simone definitely did not disappoint with this one, barely a page into and I was completely hooked, and had no intentions of putting it down until I had devoured every last sinfully delicious page!! The minute Corinne walked into Sasha's club things began to heat up, and the farther I delved into their sexy little world the hotter things burned!! Their story was filled with unwavering intensity, smoldering passion, & a scorching chemistry that helped ignite some very hot encounters that had me feeling the flames and in dire need of a fan... all I can say is WOW!!! If you like your fairy tales on the naughty side, then I HIGHLY recommend you check out this series, it is sure to steam up your tablet screen and scorch your fingertips... it is HOT! HOT! HOT!! I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this title.
kbsroberts5 More than 1 year ago
Only for your touch, is the second in Naima Simone's Lick Series. This is Sasha and Corrine story one which I was looking forward to. Sasha has a past that he would love to leave in the past. Corrine has a present that she would love to hide form. When these two come together, sparks fly and her present and his past clash. Will Sasha and Corrine survive the fallout? I enjoyed Sasha and Corrine's story. There was plenty of passionate encounters between these two with more than enough drama surrounding them to make this a great read. Although you don't get to know Sasha as much as you may like, Corrine and her family and the family background more than made for it. I give this one 3.5 stars.
caroldh4 More than 1 year ago
Only For Your Touch is book two in the Lick series by Naima Simone. All opinions in this review are my own and have not been influenced by anyone else. In book one of this series, Only For A Night, we met Rion, one of three men who fought their way out of the Boston mob world and opened a legitimate business as partners and best friends, a nightclub called Lick, an exclusive aphrodisiac club. I fell in love with the book and have been so excited for this next book to come out. In this one we meet Sasha Merchant. Sasha’s family emigrated from Russia when he was little. He struggled in school to learn English and to be accepted by his school mates. That is how he met Rion and Killian, his two best friends and partners in Lick. His friends and the club are everything to him. That’s why he was concerned the night Corrine Salvaggi, aka The Mob Princess, walked in to the club. Their club doesn’t need any attention from her world. They have worked hard to rid any mob influences from their lives. Corrine’s life has been turned upside down. The man she loved and respected most in her life, her father, has been arrested for hideous crimes. They are calling him a crime boss. How could he be this man if she only knew him as the man who tucked her in at night when she was little and who encouraged her every step of the way throughout her life to succeed? All she wants to do is forget. To let loose. So she goes with her friend to Lick. As soon as her eyes landed on the tall blonde Viking of a man that instantly reminded her of Ragner the legendary warrior, she was lost. “For twenty-four years, she’d hidden her desires, her dreams, her needs, behind this good-girl image that reflected who her parents, with their often rigid expectations, wanted her to be.” Corrine’s entire life has been a lie as far as she’s concerned. She is so tired of hiding who she really is. One touch from Sasha and she wants things she never imagined. Things from her darkest fantasies. But she wants these things only with Sasha. No one else. “No, lisichka, maybe not so innocent. But definitely hungry. The question is, do you even know what you’re starving for?” “Show me,” she said. After seeing and feeling what Sasha could do for her, Corrine wants more. And Sasha, the man always in control, suddenly feels like he can give up that control with Corrine. For the first time in his life, he wants to submit, only to her. “She wanted it again. Wanted more. And there was only one man she wanted it from.” “He spoke two languages, and yet neither contained a word adequate enough to accurately describe her.” To say this book is hot would not be an adequate description. And the activities up in the Loft in the club, Lick, will cause flames to erupt from your reading source. Naima Simone, though, has such a talent for creating these characters that just instantly steal our hearts. They are flawed, they are lost. And you can’t help but to hope for them to find a way to happiness. Will Corrine and Sasha get their chance for a HEA? Or will Corrine be the trouble Sasha was convinced she was? You definitely need to read this series to find out. Start at the first book and meet Rion. Then Sasha with this one. I hope the author doesn’t keep us waiting long for Killian’s book. I most definitely need it as soon as possible.
In_My_Humble_OpinionDA More than 1 year ago
It is a classic case of a bad boy and a good girl who are all wrong for each other except they are perfect for each other. Sasha Merchant grew up on the streets. He has gone clean and is running, with his two buddies, an aphrodisiac club. Corrine is the sheltered daughter of a mobster kingpin looking to rebel a little bit. When these two get together it is naughty, sexy and totally hot. A fun addition to this series but can be read standalone.