Crave by Jennifer Dawson
I loved this book, it was such a surprise (based off the blurb) and it had me hooked from the beginning. This has a hot, Alpha cop (and Dominant) who goes after the woman he’s been watching for 6 months. But, he knows how to be sweet and soothing when it’s needed.
Michael waited to make his move at the BDSM club because he knew Layla wasn’t ready. She had a lot of grief in her eyes, and over the course of the romance, we see flashbacks to what caused her pain. It is not a graphic retelling, but it still grips you by the throat and makes you feel for her. This isn’t dub-con, but Michael does push Layla past her comfort zone, especially when dealing with her traumatic past. And I love how he doesn’t give up, he quickly inserts himself into her life even though she tries to hide their relationship from everyone.
Jennifer Dawson came out of nowhere and gave me exactly what I needed to get out of my book funk with Michael and Layla's story. It had all the right elements to draw me in and keep me going until the very end. I love (LOVE) alpha male heroes. Love. And yet, it's actually hard to write them right. You know, that right combination of alpha, dominant, asshole, take-no-shit, yet also understanding and nurturing. It's dominance done right (hashtag), BDSM done right. Everything about this story was compelling - the characters, the BDSM, the hot sex (so alpha, so hot), and the story itself. Definitely recommend this for my kink and alpha male lovers.
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I vow. I crave. I give in.
I used to be a nice, normal girl. I had dreams. Good, happy dreams of a white picket fence, 2.5 kids, and a fairytale love that lasts forever. Nobody ever warned me that sometimes, the prince dies three weeks before the wedding.
Like any addict, I swear this time is the last….
Now, I go through my days, a shadow of my former self. I pretend I’m okay, and the people in my life pretend to believe me. But, sometimes, when I can no longer stand the craving, I roam an underground sex club looking for my next hit. It’s dirty and wrong, but I can’t stop, and my only line of defense between them and me, are the rules I’ve designed to keep me safe. Men always abide by my rules. Until I meet him.
And, like any addict, I’m wrong.
I don’t question the instincts that tell me to run. One look at him, standing there, power radiating off him in waves, tells me all I need to know. He will make me crave those happy dreams I’ve left behind. And that is not an option.