Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Book Review, Giveaway: Taming Me by Alexandrea Weis

Title: Taming Me
Series: Cover to Covers #5
Author: Alexandrea Weis
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 2, 2015

Lexie Palmer is a writer in search of the perfect story.

When a case of mistaken identity introduces her to the charismatic dominant, Garrett Hughes, she discovers her salvation. In hopes of penning an accurate portrayal of the BDSM lifestyle, Garrett agrees to educate Lexie.

She eagerly places herself in Garret’s capable hands, but what starts out as just business with the sexy Mr. Hughes takes a turn toward the unexpected.

Soon, Lexie becomes immersed in his world, and finds Garret taking control of her life. Her experiences with Garrett may be providing wonderful material for her book, but how far is she willing to go to for her story? 

Lexie Palmer is about to get a lesson in submission that she will never forget.

Excerpt from Taming Me © Alexandrea Weis

“When I punish a sub, I want to make the punishment memorable, but in another way I want to make it reinforce their submission to me.” He removed his tie, curling it about his long fingers.” Punishment is about withholding pleasure; tempting, promising, but never giving.”
I was mesmerized by the way the cool gray silk was laced in and around his fingers. I hurriedly gazed down at the drink in my hand.  “So what do you do, spank them, tie them up, what?”
He took my drink and put it on the table. “Would you like a demonstration?”
“No.” I shrank away, picturing being held over his lap and spanked like a child. 
He leaned toward me, holding up his tie. “If you want to truly learn about my world, Lexie, you must experience it.” His face inched ever so close to mine. “I promise I will not hurt you,” he softly added.
His thin lips hovered in front of me as I considered his offer. He had a point; perhaps I needed to experience what he did to his subs in order to be able to write about it. As his dark brown eyes seared into me, my resistance slipped away.
“All right, fine.” I sat back against the sofa. “But I’m only agreeing to do this for the sake of the book.”
“Of course. It’s all about the book.” He stood from the sofa and went to the middle of the room. “Come here.”
Taking in a deep breath, I stood up and approached him. Without my heels I came right under his chin, and I could see the slight dimple there. I had never noticed that before.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
Sighing at the insistence in his voice, I did as he asked, wishing he could just ask nicely for once. When his hands went to the zipper on the back of my dress I almost pulled away, and then remembered his words from previous encounters. I had to relax, and I had to trust him.
“You didn’t pull away,” he whispered as the zipper slowly eased downward. “You’re learning.”
“I’m getting—”
“No talking. You never talk when I’m punishing you.”
I snorted. Silly me.
After he had pushed my black cocktail dress off my shoulders, I stood calmly as the fabric slid down my body and gathered about my ankles. Standing before him in my underwear and strapless bra did not seem like such a feat anymore. Maybe I was getting the hang of this; and then another thought hit me. Or maybe I wanted to be naked in front of him.
His fingers lightly stroked along my shoulders and then his deep voice said, “Put your hands behind your back.”
Still not sure what to expect, I complied, and soon I felt the silk tie being wrapped about my wrists and secured tightly. At this point, I should have been getting concerned. Every instinct I had was screaming at me not to go along with his plans, but at a certain point in a relationship there comes a time when belief in another person outweighs reason. We want to believe someone will be kind to us, love us, or take care of us no matter how many times our past has taught us otherwise. This was that moment for me. I believed Garrett would not hurt me, and I knew then that I trusted him.
When his hands left my wrists, they began working their way down my back until his fingers hooked the top of my black silk panties. He eased the panties down my hips and all the way to my ankles. Lifting my right foot and then my left, he removed the underwear and dress from about my feet.
The cool air in my apartment was making my flesh dance with goose pimples, and when his hand cupped my behind, the chill turned into a rush of heat.
“On your knees,” he said behind me.
With a little awkward effort I got down on my knees. I prepared myself for a few slaps on my butt, thinking that was what he had in mind for my punishment. But when he kneeled behind me and pushed my head over to the hardwood floor, my stomach clenched. Feeling so exposed only compounded the rush of adrenaline racing through me. My heart was pounding and my breath was coming in nervous gasps. I stayed like that for a few minutes, waiting for him to touch me, spank me … do something.

My Rating:

 Favorite Quotes:

“In an instant he had gone from hot guy to badly needed research guy.  The funny part was the research side of the mad interested me more than the hot guy.  I made a mental note to get my hormones checked.”

“Bondage, hot sex, men in leather… those were the kinds of things I had to put in my story.  Considering the only leather I was familiar with either came in shoe, handbag, or coat form, I had a strange feeling I was in for a very difficult journey.”

“It was, after all, called the battle of the sexes.  Unless there was a recent truce declared that I missed on CNN, I was pretty sure the war continued.”

“It took a little bit of effort to get the tight jeans down my hips.  I think I looked more like a contractor hanging sheetrock than a woman trying to enticingly remove her clothing.”

“Covered with a red satin dress that amplified her round figure and a few red feathers protruding from her bright red hair, she resembled a dyed Easter chicken on steroids.”

My Review:

What a surprisingly fun and entertaining read.  It was titillating as well as humorous, but also insightful and clever.  Smartly written and not as steamy as I was expecting, but textured just right.  Artfully crafted, and well-paced.  I was instantly sucked in and soon addicted.  It was a quick read for the amount of pages as I couldn’t seem to leave it alone for long, and continued to think about it when otherwise occupied.  It pokes fun at us romance readers, but in an honest way.  My first Alexandrea Weis read, although I see she has a long list of naughty sounding titles to her credit. 

Empress DJ


Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story moving and memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.

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