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Review + Excerpt: Slade by Adriane Leigh

Posted 29 September, 2014 in Features, Reviews / 1 Comment

Review + Excerpt: Slade by Adriane LeighTitle: Slade
Series: Wild #3
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotica
Release Date: September 26, 2014
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Disclosure: I received a review copy of this book for free in exchange for an honest review. Read more

About Slade:

Behind every beautiful thing, there is some kind of pain...

Always overlooked. Always just there. That's what Dillon was to me.

Until one night.

In one night she flipped my world on its axis and there's no going back. But she has secrets, and secrets fester like an open wound. They color the past and forecast the future, but I'm determined to open her up; free her from her memories so she can live in the light and have the life she deserves.

It's just too bad that she wants nothing to do with me. But I'm nothing if not persistent and I'm not a man that gives up without a fight. I've had a taste and there's no walking away.

I just have to convince her that I'm not what she fears, I'm what she wants.

Slade, like Wild and Ridge, is a standalone.Reading Wild and Ridge first will provide some back story, but is not required to read Slade.



Recommended for: People who like an element of suspense with their romance and aren’t turned off by a little BDSM.

Loved this! The only thing I didn’t love was that I thought it was kind of weird how many things in this book were compared to chocolate. But I love chocolate, so I kind of get how everything good can remind you of it.

Also, I’ve read Wild, but not Ridge, so all of the interactions with Ridge kind of confused me. Not a big deal, especially since where Wild was a pretty big (although still a side) character in the book, we only see Ridge twice in passing.

At first, with the way it started out, it seemed like I jumped in in the middle of the book instead of the beginning, with the way it kind of started in the middle of an encounter and they had already had their unique relationship going on for a few months. Again, not a big deal because I could see where Adriane was going with it by the end of the first chapter.

I loved the twists with this book, and there were several. Not something you always see in a book about a hookup buddy getting all alpha and trying to convince his fuck buddy that they’re real, while also introducing her to the world of BDSM.

I’m not going to lie, Adriane had me completely fooled both times. In the middle of the book, I was totally hating Dillon and thought the worst of her. “How could she say this side of her doesn’t exist and then show it to someone else?!” I wanted to throw my Kindle out the window. And I was on an express Amtrak train, so that really would’ve done some damage.

I also loved the power in their dirty talk. (I hope this isn’t about to get too spoilery, but it’s just about a word used during sex) The way she felt power from being called a slut by Slade during sex, because he said it in affection instead in a derogatory way, like the rest of the town. I’m not going to lie, I don’t really get calling someone a slut being affectionate, but it works for them, and it works for me when it works for them.

This definitely made me go back and buy Ridge, and I hope to read it soon!

Excerpt (Chapter 1):

Swiping the long champagne strands off her back, I bent to kiss between her shoulderblades. Pushing in and out of her, filling her, hearing her moan, and watching her writhe beneath me, her hips slamming back to meet me thrust for thrust drove me wild with an insatiable need.

“God, Slade, yes, please, more,” she whimpered.

“Look at me, baby. Let me see those eyes.” I wrapped her hair around my fist and tugged gently.

“No. Fuck me, Slade.” Her hands gripped at the sheets on either side of the pillow that lay pressed against her cheek.

So fucking beautiful it was heartbreaking.

And yet…there was something missing.

“Dillon! Your eyes.” I stilled my slow and steady thrusts and nipped at her ear lobe.

“Slade, please don’t stop.”

“I want your eyes, beautiful. Give them to me.” I wrapped a palm around her delicate neck and turned her chin.

“Slade! Just fuck me.” Her voice rose to higher decibels.

I clenched my jaw and thrust slowly, just enough to please her, let her think she’d won.

She thrust her ass in the air as I dug my fingertips into her soft hips before snaking a hand between her thighs and massaging.

I gritted my teeth as her pussy pulsed around me, stalled my movements, and then smoothed one palm up her backbone, feeling every dent and ridge along the way.

Beautiful, broken Dillon.

Always giving me a little — not all — and never enough.

Her spent body collapsed on the damp sheets beneath her. I followed her down, my dick still hard and nestled inside her. I thrust once more before deciding I didn’t have the heart to finish.

It’d been like this for months.

For fucking months.

Whenever I wanted just a little more…

“Did you finish?” she turned her pretty head to the side when I pushed myself off her.

I grunted as I walked to the bathroom for a cloth.

I returned, damp washcloth in hand, and gently cleaned between her thighs.

“Thanks,” she murmured and turned on her side. I folded the cloth and sat it on the glass top table next to my bed. “Did you get off?” Her blue eyes were barely visible in the dim moonlight that filtered in through partially open curtains.

“Nah.” I laid beside her, tucking her into my arm.

Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment before she pulled away. “Why? What’s wrong? Did I–?”

“You didn’t do anything. Not anything you haven’t done before, anyway.” I ran a palm over my rough-shaven jaw.

“What the fuck does that mean?” She pushed off the bed as if I’d hit her.

In essence, it suddenly dawned, maybe I had hit her somewhere far more personal.

“Why can’t you look at me when we fuck?”

“What?” She stood off the bed and crossed her arms over her soft tits. “That’s what this is about?!”

I shrugged and held eye contact. “Yep.”

“Give me a break. Have fun with your hard-on. I’m leaving.”


“No, I’ve done a lot of fucking…and no one, no one has ever asked me for my eyes. What is that? I don’t want to give you my eyes.”

“Ever thought about why that is?”


“Why you can’t look me in the eye when I’m inside you.”

“It’s just a thing, I don’t know. Some people don’t kiss during sex; I don’t do eye contact.” She pulled her jeans up creamy legs and hooked the button.

“I’m sick of fucking around.” I jumped off the bed and stalked to her. She backed away, eyes narrowed.

She wasn’t used to me like this, but I’d had enough.

“If I want your fucking eyes, give me your fucking eyes. You’ve been running away from me for months.”

“What do you mean? I’m right here, I’ve always been right here.” Her eyes flared, chest heaving with angry pants.

“You’re here, but you’re not here.” I tapped her temple with a fingertip.

“That’s bullshit.” She backed away again, her eyes sweeping the floor for her shirt.

“It’s not bullshit. And I’m fucking sick of it. I want you. I want you whenever I want, however I want, and if I want your fucking eyes, you give me your fucking eyes.”

I turned her dainty chin to catch my gaze. I pushed against her, my rock-hard and angry erection sandwiched between us, until she landed against the wall.

Arms up, I hovered over her, topless and panting, nipples hard as they brushed against the skin of my pecs.

“I know what you want; I know what you want more than you know, little girl.” I ran my palms over her collarbones, across her shoulders, locking my fingers together behind her neck. Holding her gently but firmly.

“What the fuck, Slade? What is this?”

“I’m taking you. I’m taking from you what you want to give me.” I thrust my dick against the denim of her jeans. “You want to give it to me but you’re afraid. I see it now.”

“I don’t even know what to say to you right now,” she said, her eyes still flaring with unspoken anger.

“Say yes. That’s all.”

“To fucking what?”

“Mmm, love that nasty mouth on you.” I ran a thumb along her lower lip.

“I don’t know if I’m pissed off or amused by this display of macho bullshit.”

“Not bullshit, babe. It’s about giving pleasure, and by giving it, taking in return. You trust me?”

“I…sure. I’ve known you since elementary school, of course I trust you.”

“That’s not trust. You trust your pleasure in my hands?” I ran my palms down her arms until they locked at her wrists. Pulling them away from her body, I opened her up, displayed her lithe form to my greedy eyes.

She squirmed under my gaze as I appraised her butter-soft skin; skin that’d been right under my fingers for months now, but never quite how I’d wanted it.

“Say it.” I nipped at her jaw, licked at her neck, caressed her waist until I palmed both of her breasts in my large hands and squeezed. “Say it. Tell me you trust me and mean it.”

Heavy pants sucked the air from the space between us. She was angry, concerned, worried…and so fucking turned on.

“That look in your eyes is good enough. Everything I do to you, Dillon, you’re going to love.” I bent and took one pert nipple between my teeth, nibbling and nipping before she squeaked with the pain I’d inflicted.

“Love that noise.” I groped her as I moved to the other one. “Mmm…your pussy likes it too.” I snaked a hand down her pants and fingered her clit, erect and aching for attention. “Want me to take you? Want to give it all to me? Sick of fucking those little boys? Give me a try, give this a try. I won’t do anything your pussy doesn’t want me to do.” I watched every twitch of her jaw, every breath that passed her lips. I watched it all because it’s what I did. Looked for signs of submission. It’s what made me a master at this game of pleasure.

“Say yes.”

“Yes,” she moaned and arched, her eyes fluttering closed as her body stiffened under my touch.

“Mmm, good girl.” I thrust my fingers into her hot pussy and relished at how wet I’d made her. I was sure she’d never been this wet before. For all her confident airs and defense mechanisms, Dillon was a submissive through and through, just like I, and my dick, had been hoping all along.

“You want this dick filling you? Taking you until you scream and cream all around me?”

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned and dug her nails into my shoulder blade. Her leg hitched over my hip, as if she was trying to climb my body.

Desperate for me. Just like I wanted her.

“Mmm, such a perfect little slut.” I growled in her ear and pressed a thumb into her clit before she shuddered and came all over my hand. “That’s a girl.” I slowed my ministrations and eased my hand out of her pants. She panted and turned limp against me.

“So much better.” I bent to pick her shirt up off the floor. “Looking for this?”

“You want me to leave?” Confusion marred her features.

“I’ll stop by the bar tomorrow.” I grinned and thrust my fingers, the ones that’d just been buried inside her hot cunt, deep in my mouth and tasted her. Her mouth fell open in an elegant O as she watched me.


One eyebrow arched before I smiled around the fingers in my mouth. “You want some? Your pussy tastes great.” I thrust my fingers into her mouth and her lips instantly closed around them. She licked and sucked, a natural reaction, as her eyes held mine.

“See?” I winked and licked the taste of her off my lips. “Tomorrow, Dillon.” I turned, bare-assed, and headed for the bathroom. With the shower spray raining down my back, I jerked my dick to all the dirty things I was going to do to Dillon Young, and how much she would beg me to do every last one of them.


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About Adriane Leigh:

Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore. She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.

Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.


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