Lust and Obsession
Genre: Erotic Romance
Book Length (Est.): 36,000 words
Lex has never felt more exposed. She has just allowed Jake Reed, the lead singer of rock band Inkjet, to undress her and tie her to a chair backstage after a show, only to have him leave to go sign autographs.
It is the start of a dark, obsessive relationship that will lead Lex, a 20-something public relations professional from L.A., to lose herself almost entirely as she struggles to break through her sexual boundaries without falling in love with Jake, an intimidatingly gorgeous Hollywood actor/rock star who closely guards his emotions.
What starts as a series of casual hookups ends up a powerful addiction that will push Lex past all her sexual boundaries as Jake moves repeatedly in and out of her life, making few promises along the way. Lex fights to keep a sense of herself while she succumbs to Jake’s glamorous world and his irresistible allure.
*I received this book free from the author in exchange for an honest review*
Jake Reed is the front man for the band of Inkjet. Taking questions from fans one night leads him to meeting Lex. Lex is instantly drawn to his beautiful eyes and handsome looks. But as time goes by and she attends one of his concerts she is asked to stay after. Jake has never forgotten Lex since the first time he met her. And he plans on giving her a choice that she cannot refuse.
This is a very hot read. Jake and Lex cannot get enough of each other. While reading this book I was conflicted about how I felt. Yes the chemistry is very hot and everyone dreams of being in Lex’s shoes at one time in their life. However this is the unhealthiest relationship for them both. I am not saying that in a bad way. It works for them.
This book consists of three parts. A large amount of time between the characters separation. Between break ups Lex tries to move on with her life but one text from Jake stops everything. They are addicted to each other. He is in complete control at all times. With that being said anytime Lex does break up or ask for space Jake really gives her what she needs. Sometimes that is for years at a time.
This was a good and quick read. I felt better about the relationship towards the end of the book. You learn that they really do love each other, it’s just on their terms and what they are willing to live with.
My Favorite Moment: Okay, I actually have two all-time favorite moment.
I really laughed out loud when Lex was on a date with Nick and Jake just happened to be at the club.
My other all-time favorite has to be in Part three when Lex gets her tattoo.
“So you’re in love with him, right?” Sammi asked as soon as I finished telling her the story of my recent activities with Jake. We were at the pool, soaking in the sun and sipping those cocktails that you don’t realize are getting you drunk until it’s too late.
Drunk Sammi was an expert at putting her old reporter skills to good use.
“In love with him?” I avoided eye contact, put my blonde locks up in a bun and played with the straps on my bikini. “No. It’s not like that. He’s not even in L.A. right now.”
“Well, you should see your face when you talk about him these days,” she said, taking a sip from her pink straw. “You’re in so much trouble, Lexi. I hope you don’t get pregnant.”
I laughed. “We always use a condom, Sammi, You know about his manwhore ways.”
“Exactly. My point exactly,” she said.
Since our night together that turned into a morning together, Jake had been traveling non-stop preparing for another new project. Other than his random text messages, which kept me entertained on fall afternoons when stuck at my desk, I tried not to think about him. He wasn’t around. I didn’t want to waste time missing him.
I struggled, however, because as the months passed since our first hookup, he was more and more popular in the press, his face in magazines, in the tabloids and his name on the lips of people that hadn’t even heard of him a year ago.
But we weren’t anything serious. We were just a sex thing.
I stirred my drink with the straw and thought about Sammi’s “love” comment for a long time, staring up at a the palm tree over my head. “When I’m with him,” I said. “It’s like…the real world doesn’t exist. Thoughts don’t exist.”
Sammi sighed and flipped from her back to her stomach.
“Trouble,” she said.
* * *
It was 11 p.m. and my phone buzzed next to me in bed. I was half asleep and rolled over to glance at the screen.
“I must have done something wrong in a past life.”
Another weird text from Jake. I could never be never sure he meant them for me.
He was thousands of miles away telling me he had a bad day. Or maybe he had one in a past life?
“I must have been a crooked lawyer or a dentist or something,” he said.
I pictured him lying in bed alone with his phone and found myself missing him. I shook the thought away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked back.
“It was a long day.”
He didn’t write back for a few minutes.
“I just shouldn’t try to debate things with people when I’m exhausted,” he wrote. He wasn’t joking or charming me. Maybe he had actual human emotions?
“What happened?” I wrote back, trying a third time to get him to tell me.
“Send me a pic of u,” he said.
Of course. Of course he asked for a fucking picture.
“Only if you tell me you know for sure who this is,” I typed back.
“U doubt I know who this is?” he said. “Your name rhymes with S-E-X.”
I laughed out loud.
“And you taste great.”
“Ok, keep going,” I typed. I could be bolder on the phone than I ever could be in person with him. I didn’t have to look into his eyes on the phone. Or risk him touching me and making me forget what air was.
“Don’t get greedy,” he wrote back.
Silence for a long time, then the phone buzzed again.
“Where’s my pic?”
I didn’t respond.
“Ok. I’ll play. You’re a good way to calm myself down,” he wrote.
An unlikely compliment from him. I felt uneasy. Before he could type back anything else, I stripped off my shirt and snapped a topless selfie on the bed. After I cropped it and colored it the way I wanted, I pressed send.
“Now I don’t feel so calm,” he said back. “Goodnight.”
I stared at the phone for a minute and then at the ceiling for another half hour.
Exhausted from tossing and turning, I clicked the screen back to life.
“Now I can’t sleep so you owe me,” I wrote.
* * *
A few days later, a book arrived at my apartment. It was a collection of outdoor photography, no words, only gorgeous pictures. Tucked inside, a typed note.
“Next time you can’t sleep, look at this and remember beauty is everywhere. – J”
I wondered how many other girls his assistant had sent this book to over the years. Still, I smiled to myself there in my kitchen.