The Professional: Part 1 by Kresley ColeMy rating: 1 of 5 stars
Yay…me….beyond excited…………..Kresley Cole has a new book!!!!!!!
And after a few pages….I’m like….
Before I continue, please let me clarify that these are my opinions – I know loads of readers have loved this book, but I guess it does it for someone and not for everyone….for me, it was
The plot is so ridiculous and silly that it’s beyond OTT. Natalie places messages on social media sites looking for her lost Russian father and voila!!! Soon she’s met up with some gorgeous Russian bodyguard, who has been sent to America to fetch her and take her to unknown father, who just happens to be one of the “good” Russian Mafiosos!!!!!!!
oh okay…there are some of those still living in Russia….after all, her father does everything criminal but not drugs and prostitutes………that makes it okay, doesn’t it??????
“Your father is part of the Bratva, the brotherhood. It’s like a criminal aristocracy. He’s vor v zakone, the head of our organization, answering to no one.”
The blatant pride in Sevastyan’s tone made my queasiness increase. “So I’m a freaking mafiya princess, then? That’s the real reason I’m in danger, isn’t it?”
The characters are totally unrelatable….Natalie, works three jobs….talk about superwoman!!!!! A virgin still waiting to be deflowered by the “right” guy….who she INSTANTANIOUSLY knows is Sevastian, the bodyguard, who is totally devoted to her father!!!!!
The two “ignite” immediately….but he’s a man of honor!!!! He does not want to deflower his boss’s daughter because it just ain’t right!!!!!! He has an iron control beyond belief!!! And Natalie, for someone so virginal, sure shows some creative skills that just come “naturally” to her…forget experience….it’s been simmering in her and she’s now ready to “boil” over!!!
I imagined him with cool, statuesque beauties from the north, felt like a runt in comparison. That feeling was short-lived—because he moved his attention to my breasts.
Cupping them from the bottom, he nearly circled them with his big hands. Avoiding my nipples, he kneaded with a practiced touch that was just this side of rough. But I loved it, arching to him.
Again and again, he palmed me, plumping the mounds until the rest of my body begged for contact—which he seemed determined to withhold.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Sexually torturing you.” He tightened his grip on my breasts.
The sex was not erotic or sensual…..
“Chut’.” Slightly. “I’ve been replaying how I saw you in the bath, stroking yourself with these fingers.” He peeled my right hand from the cover—which I’d been clutching like a roller-coaster safety bar—then pressed my fingertips against his face. “I only wish you’d finished yourself in front of me.”The writing was so silly……I mean……Natalie phones her best friend, who is just as idiotic as her,
Steam hissed, floating through the air. It surrounded us, caressing my face. “If we stay h-here, something might happen.” Something sinful.
Like the two of us stripping down to nothing, so we could lick droplets from each other’s skin.
Jess answered on the fourth ring, snapping with impatience: “Having my box eaten right now; this better be good—”from the private jet winging her and
” Sevastyan crossed to stand in front of me. The soft light caressed his hard features. They were almost too masculine. His rugged jaw was wide, the
bridge of his aquiline nose slightly askew, giving him a roguish look. But on the whole, he was devastatingly attractive, with that dangerous aura about him”. to meet her father.
The characters ….not one of them….did it for me. I found nothing likeable about them…..I was laughing my head off when Natalie arrives at her father’s PALACE…yes, he has a palace and soon his long lost daughter is given all the rich life gifts……diamond-crusted Smartphone, sports car, designer clothes and Natalie is a born natural to this life…soon she’s doing vodka shots with her father and his “team” and her new found cousin..….jeez….it was like watching that reality show about the new rich in London!!!!!!!!!!!! Money and nothing else!!
Such silly dialogue…pets and nyets………..really!!!
“You must trust me, pet,” he said as he reached forward to gently grasp my chin.
At his touch, that dizzying heat filled me once more. It was just the liquor at work, I assured myself, or exhaustion catching up with me. Or my unsuccessful bath time.
“Pet . . .” Now every time he called me that it reminded me of his words:collar and keep you. He reached for my jacket, his gaze gone molten. “There’s one thing you should know.”
I just had this image running in my head
I’m too scared to read book #2…what if I
Well, I’ll just go back to KC’s fabulous IAD series………….
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