Dante Tieri always looks forward to the Veterans Days bash he funds for the military personnel of the Chicago area. This year is no different, especially when he meets Lieutenant Celina Kouris, a Naval JAG officer who oddly can’t care less about his clothes, his looks or his billion-dollar bank account.
It isn’t easy for Celina to play nice with Dante, as she’s watched wealthy playboys ruin the lives of two people she loves. Yet after the man proves himself as more than a stunning face, a luscious body, and a fat wallet, she lets him crack her composure for one night of hardcore passion—including the spanking and power exchange that turn her into a puddle of sexual goo.
Celina isn’t the only one who thinks “mind-blowing sex” just got redefined. Dante is shaken by the needs Celina unleashes in him, and he consults with his best friend, Mark Moore, who opens up his world to the magic of Dominance and submission. But when Dante wants to explore more with Celina, her walls are back up, twice as high as before. As the holidays come, can Dante convince her that she really is his guiding star of wonder?
Star of Wonder continues the Kinky Truth series, while this is a stand alone book and can be read as such minor spoilers to the previous books are contained and so best if read in order.
Dante Tieri is a very wealthy and extremely handsome man he is used to women throwing themselves at him, not so when he is introduced the JAG officer Celina Kouris she finds his money a deal breaker and his charm just proof that he has to be a player that she wants nothing to do with.
I loved that both Dante and Celina are BDSM virgins and that both must come to terms with what discovering this kink means to them. Dante has an easier time of it, with a friend like Mark Moore to explain the in's and out's of being a Dom how could he not and with a little help from his sweet subbie, Rose, Mark is able to help demonstrate for Celina that she really is a sub. Even with the knowledge of her sub side Celina has a few other issues that she will need to deal with if a relationship with Dante will ever come to pass.
In Star of Wonder once again Ms. Payne takes us along a journey with her characters of self discovery and dealing with the preconceived notions people have in regard to a D/s relationship. She also serves us up with a huge helping of cold shower inducing sex scenes and a fantastic story of love with a side of kink.
I hope this will be a long series and that we will all be purchasing books in the Kinky Truth series for years to come.
Available at:
http://www.loose-id.com/the-kinky-truth-3-star-of-wonder.html
http://www.amazon.com/Star-Wonder-Kinky-Truth-ebook/dp/B00AMPWPD8/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1355318239&sr=1-3&keywords=Star+of+Wonder
Excerpt:
He turned her into a liar on both accounts when he finally pulled away, and she twined her grip into his hair to keep him close. Shit, his hair. Turned out “satin” was a damn good descriptor after all. Her action thickened his breathing. His hands bunched against her uniform at the small of her back. His biceps went taut, as if he held himself back from letting them do other things. Oh God…those other things. Celina’s mind filled with exactly what she wanted those things to be as his rugged beauty consumed her stare. What would those long fingers feel like on her backside…traveling up her thighs…hitching into her panties…and then…
“Oh!” She gasped it, trying to fight off the next part of the fantasy. “Oh, hell!”
To her shock, Dante emitted a grim laugh. “Uh-huh. Welcome to the party.”
“Wh-what?”
He dipped his head a little, his ink-dark eyes boring into her. “It’s how I’ve felt all night, stellina mia. I’ve been in hell just thinking about holding you like this. Fighting it like a madman.”
Surprise made her jerk back a little. “R-really?”
His lips quirked. “Yes, really!” She could’ve sworn he’d break into a chuckle if it wasn’t for his tightening grip at her waist and the darkening shadows in his gaze. “Why do you think I was at the Blue Sax?”
She blinked. “I guess—I assumed that Eve and Rei had asked you—”
“No; no. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I got worried, and I called. When I heard the place sounding like the apocalypse hit it…” His jaw hardened. “I wasn’t a pretty sight.”
More shock set in as she began to put pieces together. She’d been so grateful to see him at the Blue Sax, she’d not really thought about why he’d gone there. “You left the party because of that?”
“Because of you.” Frustration edged his voice, but the next second he stripped it back, giving her a raw rasp. “Celina…”
He huffed but cut himself short on that too. Finally, he leaned in just kissed her again. Okay, she wasn’t sure the man could ever give “just” a kiss, but this touch was different than the plunge he’d gone for after she’d first leaped at him. This was a tenuous press, seeking her reaction, a question without words. But when Celina moaned, tangling her fingers deeper into his hair, it was clear he considered her answer rendered. He opened her, spreading her jaw wide with his, then dove and claimed and consumed, taking everything save her breath. And she gave it all too. Willingly—even wantonly.
What was going on here? What the hell was he doing to her? She did wanton even less than lusty.
Desire curled through her. She recognized that much. But this version of it…she could only label it as fire. Penetrating, terrifying, consuming fire. It turned her into somebody she didn’t recognize. This person looked like her, sounded like her, moved in her skin, but was guided by a new puppeteer tonight. A master with eyes of obsidian, a touch of pure heat, and a claim he’d staked from the second he’d laid eyes on her. A possession he sealed yet deeper by charging into that bar for her tonight.
On his own.
She shifted back for a second, looking at him again. Yet in so many ways, she looked at him for the first time. For a bizarre miracle of a moment, he wasn’t “the guy with the checkbook,” the stud from the society page, or the CEO playboy with the babe-ilicious arm candy. He was simply a beautiful man who’d bowled her over at a party, and incredibly, felt the same thing for her in return. He was a gift for this night, a blessing of chemistry, a chance to have a fantasy satyr in her bed, taking her in ways she’d only shared with her vibrator before now. This didn’t mean he was going to be forever. That word, if she gave it to anyone at all, would go into the hands of someone safe, likely a guy from the base who’d be loyal, steady, sweet, and all about the ten minutes foreplay/ten minutes screwing plan.
Tonight was not about plans.
Though as she gazed deeper into this man’s face, now looming closer to hers yet again, Celina knew she wasn’t going to have much choice on that subject. In response, she could only manage one word.
“Please."
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