Warning: This book includes mature content such as: sexual content, and/or drug and/or alcohol use, and/or violence.
on 16 April 2017
There are those moments in life that are provocative in their very existences, that embed in our minds forever, and sometimes our very souls. They change us, mold us, maybe even save us. But some are darker, dangerous. If we allow them to, they control us. Seduce us. Quite possibly even destroy us.
The moment I walked into Sonoma’s Reid Winter Winery and Vineyard and made eye contact with Faith Winter for the first time was one of those moments. Provocative because I know at least one of her secrets, of which, I suspect she has many. Provocative because she believes I was a stranger to her when we met, but I am not. Provocative because I sought her out, with no intention of touching her. But now I have. Now I want her. Now I have to have her. But that changes nothing. It doesn’t change why I came for her.
Provocative definitely brought its share of provocation, but it also delved deeper than that, to a level where truths were uncovered, and where the suspicions made trust harder than it needed to be…
Provocative wasn’t just addictive, it was consuming, and utterly impossible to put down. From start to finish, I was so engrossed in Faith and Nick, and the intricate way their lives were intertwined – even before they met for the first time. Intriguing. Dark. Hopeful. Enticing.
The complex characters definitely moved the story of Provocative forward, Nick and Faith each having their chapters where they shared their hopes, their doubts, their guilt and their trust issues. The dual points of view moved the story forward at a very nice pace, and the mystery caused by the lies and omissions took second place only to the red-hot romance and utter abandon the characters felt when they were together.
My main feels while reading was anticipation. So much happened, and there will be more in the next book, as Provocative ended on a slight cliff-hanger. Thank goodness I only have to wait three months to know what will happen next! The blend of romance and mystery, of truths, lies, and holding back were perfectly balanced and I don’t only want more, I need more!
“I said, who are you?” he repeats when I apparently haven’t replied quickly enough, his impatience becoming my virtue as my role as cat in this game of cat and mouse is too easily established.
Except death, I think, my throat thickening. One minute you’re alive, and the next you’re dead. Death is as simple as it gets. At least for the person it claims. For those of us left behind, it’s complicated, haunting. Mysterious and maybe even dangerous. And death, I have learned, is never done with you until you are gone, too.
And while I cannot say if that man is my friend or my enemy, I know where this kind of collision course of dark, edgy lust leads. I’ve lived it and it is not a place you want to go with anyone that you don’t trust.
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