That’s all it takes to change your life.
Undeniably sexy, Commanding, and Off Limits…
Meet Holt Hamilton in Rebecca Shea’s DARE ME.
Danger, mysterious pasts, and passion come together in this new standalone contemporary romance novel from USA Today bestselling author, Rebecca Shea. Can Saige and Holt get over the past in order to have a future? Pick up DARE ME today and immerse yourself in the unforgettable moments where one dare spirals out of control and changes lives.
I dare you.
Two fleeting smiles.
A dare that will change my life.
That’s all it takes to send me plummeting into the arms of the mysterious Holt Hamilton. Behind his crystal blue eyes is a secret, one that screams danger but calls to me anyway.
My name is Saige Phillips.
I never walk away from a dare.
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Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.5 Stars
Reviewed by Robin
Saige has just got a dream job in Chicago and she couldn’t be happier with it. Now out with her co-workers for a drink, it’s time for Truth or Dare. What starts out as a dare to have drinks with her gorgeous boss leads to more than Saige is ready for. With her traumatic past and secrets between them, will Holt and Saige be able to have any type of future together? Or are they doomed from the dare number one?
“‘Let’s just go with it,’ I tell her honestly. ‘Let’s not label it.’
She sighs, but nods and squares her shoulders. ‘Okay, but just so you know, I’m not going to fall in love with you, Holt Hamilton. It’s never going to happen. We can end this here and chalk this up to a night of crazy drinking. We can walk away with no expectations for more, and no hard feelings.’ She swallows hard. ‘So if you’re looking for a girlfriend that turns into a fiancée that turns into a wife, we’d best just end this here, because that’s not me. I’m not that girl.’ She sits back in her chair and exhales a long breath. She’s said her peace. She’s afraid to love. She’s afraid to get hurt.”
This was one sexy, little story. There was attraction from the moment they met. I liked the little bit of a mystery and I was just waiting for Saige to find out what Holt is keeping from her. Once Holt zeroes in on Saige, he is not going to let go and poor Saige doesn’t know what hit her. I read this pretty quickly and found it hard to put down. Definitely liked her co-workers as well and wouldn’t mind a spin-off or three.
This was my first Rebecca Shea book and I know it won’t be my last. If you like a strong, alpha male and the kind of man who will chase you down (let’s not call it stalking) and not let you go, you’ll love this one.
“Sometimes you have to take that leap…or that dare…so you can learn to live and love again! Saige and Holt’s story had me on a rollercoaster of emotions…” – Crystal, Barnes and Noble
“This book hooked me instantly, and kept me interested throughout. I didn’t want to put it down! Another winner from Rebecca Shea!!” – Not Your Mama’s Romance
“I just couldn’t get enough. DARE ME took my breath away!” – Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reviews
DARE ME TRAILER: https://youtu.be/9W7AnPtH_cc
As we enter the hot and humid nightclub, Holt reaches for my hand and laces his fingers between mine. My heart thrums nervously as he squeezes my hand in his. Dance music blares from the speakers, feeling the heavy beat of the bass thumping up my legs as we weave through the crowd. Holt leads us to a section in the back where he nods and a large man steps aside, then we take a small flight of stairs up to an area that sits about six feet above the rest of the club.
I should have known we’d be headed to the VIP lounge. Professionally dressed security stand around the perimeter of the VIP area, but do a good job of blending in with the crowd. We step into the private area full of leather seats, couches, and oversized tables to a table marked “Reserved” with Holt’s name on the placard. I’m underdressed and immediately feel self-conscious as the women parading through this area are dressed in dresses that are too short, heels that are too high, and are wearing makeup that is too much work to even bother with—but they are gorgeous.
A waitress immediately appears, and Holt leans in close to her ear, giving her orders. She nods and disappears as fast as she appeared, her ass shimmying from side to side with each step in her thigh-high heeled boots. I turn my attention to the crowd below and watch the sea of bodies dance and sway to the beat of the music.
“This place is crazy!” I tell Holt, leaning in much too close to him. With the music as loud as it is, I have to practically press my lips to his ear for him to hear me.
“It is,” he says back in agreement.
Our cheeks touch and I pull away, turning back around to watch the crowd again. A minute later, Holt hands me an extra dirty martini and I smile at him. Service is quick here, and then I remember we are in the VIP lounge. There’s a glass on the table with extra olives, and he picks one out of the cup and tosses it into his mouth. I squeeze my thighs together tightly as I watch his full lips press together and then part when he smiles at me. Everything about this man is beautiful. He removes his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, like he did last night, then he unbuttons the top button of his shirt just enough where I can see the tan skin above his collarbone.
He sips on his whiskey, his fingers gripping the glass. Finally, he sets it down on the table in front of us and takes my glass from my hands and sets it next to his. “Come on. I want to dance with you,” he breathes into my ear, pulling me up from the couch.
I shake my head at him. I’m not ready yet, but he nods at me in defiance. Bossy.
“I’m not ready to dance yet,” I tell him. My nerves have peaked. Holt is nothing like I expected. He’s humble and sweet, yet direct and bold.
“I am.” He tugs me forward gently. I can see Holt is used to getting his way. I oblige. He’s so demanding.
He laces his fingers through mine again as he pulls me through the crowd and onto the small dance floor. Squeezing my hand tighter, he looks over his shoulder at me and gestures to a spot on the dance floor. We find our way to the center where bodies are colliding. Lights move across the sea of bodies as everyone moves to the beat of the music. With a couple of drinks in me, my nerves finally settle and confidence takes hold. Holt stops and pulls me to him, settling his hands on my hips. I move my hips slowly, finally finding a rhythm that matches his. How Deep is Your Love pumps through the speakers, and Holt tightens his grip on my hips as we move together. My body reacts to his touch in ways I never expected. My heart beats wildly, my nipples pucker, and warmth spreads from my legs up to my center.
There are people all around us dancing, but right now, it feels like it’s just Holt and me on this dance floor. His blue eyes carry an intensity that makes my stomach dance with butterflies. He pulls me closer so we’re chest to chest, and his arm snakes around my waist. His fingers press into my side, his grip tightening as our hips continue moving in sync like we’ve danced this way a million times.
Our faces come together, and his nose brushes against the side of mine. Resting my cheek against his, I feel the heat from our bodies envelop us and I wrap my arms around him. The music is upbeat, but our movements are slow, methodical, rhythmic.
For over an hour, we dance like this—lost in each other. Feeling how the other reacts to simplest of touches. Our bodies tangled, hands in each other’s hair, on each other’s backs—exploring. Covered in a light sheen of sweat, neither one of us wants to let go. I feel like I’m on a high, drunk on Holt.
Holt’s hands roam my back, and he presses me even closer to him. I can practically feel every firm muscle against me. Our eyes have remained locked on each other’s. No one else exists. Just Holt and me. His hands find my neck and their soft touch sends a shiver down my spine. His fingers press against the back of my neck, and he lowers his head, pressing his full lips against the soft flesh just under my ear.
My legs begin to shake as his tongue draws small circles against my skin. “We need to leave, Saige,” he whispers in my ear.
About Rebecca Shea:
Rebecca Shea is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Unbreakable series (Unbreakable, Undone, and Unforgiven) and the Bound and Broken series (Broken by Lies and Bound by Lies). She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her family. From the time Rebecca could read she has had a passion for books. Rebecca spends her days working and her nights writing, bringing stories to life. Born and raised in Minnesota, Rebecca moved to Arizona in 1999 to escape the bitter winters. When not working or writing, she can be found on the sidelines of her sons’ football games, or watching her daughter at ballet class. Rebecca is fueled by insane amounts of coffee, margaritas, Laffy Taffy (except the banana ones), and happily ever afters.
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