Either you want hot material or a good story, you'll get both with BOOTYCALL, by J. D. Hawkins. So don't you dare miss it ;o)
MY OPINION
This is the
moment I was anticipating. Uncovering the real man, the soul, behind all the
antics, dirty tricks, and weird behaviour that Dylan had offered like a bad
canapé on a tray in the first part. And, wow, it really pays off.
That deep
scar he carries inside like a disease has an incredibly poignant and powerful
way to come up in the story.
Another one
of my favourite scenes takes place at a shop. It's not because it's about shopping,
but due to the banter between Dylan and Derek, the witty assistant.
It's
beautiful and fun the part where their relationship takes more meaningful
steps. I related to the characters' feelings, their attraction both physical
and emotional to each other. The, I was devoured by the rapturous description
of their intimacy. It was about time, and really, really hot.
Blissful,
actually. That's why the shock is even worse when the bomb drops. I knew
something bad would be coming to spoil the romance, but wow, it took me by
surprise indeed!
It's full of
drama, and tenderness and crushing pain and hope and I loved it. The end is
really well-rounded, and I absolutely loved the whole plot, especially in this
second part, and the amazing writing style. Good, good job!
Bootycall
Part Two
Series: Bootycall #2
Author: J.D. Hawkins
Release Date: August 5, 2015
I’m going to show her just how good a bad boy can be...
Everything’s riding on my comeback, but suddenly, Hollywood is the last thing on my mind.
Gemma Clark was supposed to keep me out of trouble, but now I’m in way over my head. What we have is real — too real. It’s just a matter of time before it all comes crashing down.
I need to face my demons, but what happens when she discovers the truth?
DON'T MISS THE FIRST PART
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I’ve never been one for thinking things through, and I’m still not. I’ll never be anything other than an animal of instinct, but this time my instincts are a slow burn, rather than a hot wave. I know how to sweep a girl off her feet, make the grand gesture minutes after meeting her, batter her defenses and ravage her like a whirlwind, but something inside of me is telling me to take it slow with Gemma.
I’m not even sure what it is that’s drawn me to her so relentlessly. It was easy just a few short weeks ago. All I could think about was her round ass, the way her tits bounced and moved, how her neck tasted like the finest delicacy. I still think about those things – how could I forget how hot she is? But it’s different now.
The things she’s said to me are what I think about the most. And it’s the captivating way she reacts to me that makes me want more of her. The fact that despite being an absolute fucking mess for half the time I’ve known her, she’s retained a dignity and strength that’s made me admire her.
I slide the bike into a private parking lot, the booth officer nodding me through – I’m easily recognizable; there aren’t many high-profile stars who ride motorcycles with hot chicks on the back.
I step off the bike and look at Gemma. There’s a soft breeze blowing her skirt against her legs, giving me little fleeting reminders of how sensational her body is.
I’m not even sure what it is that’s drawn me to her so relentlessly. It was easy just a few short weeks ago. All I could think about was her round ass, the way her tits bounced and moved, how her neck tasted like the finest delicacy. I still think about those things – how could I forget how hot she is? But it’s different now.
The things she’s said to me are what I think about the most. And it’s the captivating way she reacts to me that makes me want more of her. The fact that despite being an absolute fucking mess for half the time I’ve known her, she’s retained a dignity and strength that’s made me admire her.
I slide the bike into a private parking lot, the booth officer nodding me through – I’m easily recognizable; there aren’t many high-profile stars who ride motorcycles with hot chicks on the back.
I step off the bike and look at Gemma. There’s a soft breeze blowing her skirt against her legs, giving me little fleeting reminders of how sensational her body is.
ABOUT THE MASTERMIND
I'm a new erotic author from LA. I grew up in Southern California and now
live with my wife in Venice. I've also lived in NYC, India and Thailand. I
love to travel and have been to Central America, Australia, Europe and the
Middle East. I have a boring corporate day job where I cover people's asses for
a living and am hoping to leave this world soon and make a living doing the
thing I love - writing. I enjoy surfing and I'm also a martial artist, my other
main passion, which I have practiced since the age of 5.
