Title: Reparation (The Kane Trilogy #3)
Author: Stylo Fantome
Release Date: December 8th 2014
When Tatum O'Shea decides it's time for some payback, no one is safe from her new game - not even the devil himself. Tate is going to get her happily ever after, even if it means making everyone else unhappy in the process.
But a persistent Jameson, a meddling Sanders, and an amorous baseball player make it very hard for a girl to keep her focus, and suddenly it seems Tate has a few too many suitors for her fairy tale ending. Sometimes, it's very difficult to tell who Prince Charming really is ...
WARNING: may induce Kindle throwing, screaming at fictional characters, and possibly a few tears. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes.
She showed Ang the sideboard where Jameson kept most of his every day things – a lot of cuff links, tie pins, watches, things of that nature. Everything plated in gold and diamond and platinum. While Ang guffawed over everything, Tate made her way over to the bed. Knelt on top of it and crawled towards Jameson's side.
“Holy fuck, Tate, this table holds more money than I'll ever see in my life. I don't know whether to be impressed, or disgusted,” Ang called out from behind her. She pulled a box out of Jameson's night stand and then turned back to Ang.
“Look at this,” she offered, knee walking back towards him. He met her at the edge of the bed and she opened the box. “This is a Jacob and Co. watch.”
“It's awesome,” he said, taking the box into his hands and looking over the timepiece.
“It's worth over $300,000.”
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, and dropped the box. It bounced on the mattress and rolled, the lid snapping shut. She laughed and picked it up, sat it on the pillows.
“I know, right? Who would spend that kind of money on a watch?” she asked.
“Why the fuck would you even let me touch that? That watch is worth more than I am,” he laughed as well, but he looked a little shaky.
“I think it's funny. All this stuff, it's silly,” she said, reaching out and playing with the button on the blazer he was wearing. He was taller than Jameson, but leaner. The blazer was pretty loose on him.
“It's fucking stupid. A watch!? Why? How often does he wear it?” Ang asked. Tate shrugged, unbuttoning the jacket and pushing it open.
“Not often. Once in Spain. You should see the shit he keeps in the safe,” she said, plucking at his shirt. He began absent mindedly batting at her hands while he glanced around the room.
“You're shitting me. Please tell me it's behind a huge portrait of like his dog or something,” he chuckled. She hooked her fingers inside his belt.
“No. It's in the closet,” she replied.
“Tate, what are you doing?” he asked, finally clueing into the fact that she was touching him. She smiled up at him. Ang liked to pretend he liked being poor, turned up his nose at rich people, but really, he was fascinated by it, and even better, distracted by it. It was one of the things that had attracted him to Tate, she knew. It was probably part of what drew him to her sister.
Bitch.
“What? I feel like I haven't touched you in a long time,” she said, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around his waist. She pressed the side of her face to his chest and he sighed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
“Are you really okay? You kinda scare me, sometimes,” he mumbled. She ignored the sadness in his voice and worked her hands up his back. He felt so different than Jameson.
“I'm okay, Ang. I'm happy here. Everything is great,” she whispered, massaging her fingers back down his back. He shivered under her touch.
“You can always come live with me,” he said softly. She laughed low in her throat and pulled away a little, running her hands up and down his sides.
“Do you think your girlfriend would appreciate that?” she asked, watching him from under hooded eyelids. He ran his hands under her hair, lifting it away from her shoulders and piling it all on the back of her head.
“I don't think she'd care, but more importantly, I don't care. You've been my best friend for a million years,” he replied. She smiled, running her teeth over her bottom lip while she pressed herself against him.
“Sometimes a little more than a friend,” her voice was soft. He laughed, scratching his fingers over her scalp.
“Most of the time. God, we used to have fun,” his voice fell into a murmur as his eyes wandered over her face.
Please, don't hate me after this. I have to get my soul back.
“Used to?” she asked, her voice soft as she ran her hands along his body.
“Tater tot, we haven't had fun since Satan came to town,” he chuckled, his hands moving to the back of her neck.
“Hmmm, he's not in town right now,” she reminded him. He narrowed his eyes.
“No, he's not, and I doubt he would appreciate me seducing his succubus in his lair,” he told her.
“I doubt he'd care. Besides, succubi are supposed to sleep with lots of people,” she pointed out.
“Succubi? Is that how you pluralize it?”
“Succubuses sounds weird.”
“Like a slutty bus.”
“Slutty buses.”
“Wait,” he stopped. “Did you just imply that you want to sleep with me?”
“Ang. If I laid it on any thicker, I'd be staked out on the mattress,” she said bluntly.
“I thought it was 'against the rules', or some bullshit,” he said, glancing around the room, like he was checking for hidden cameras, or waiting for Jameson to pounce out of the shadows and eat him.
“That was before; besides, since when have you cared about what upsets Jameson?” she evaded answering him.
“I don't. But I don't want to piss off Ellie, either. She's not exactly as free a thinker as you and I,” he laughed.
I'm counting on that.
“That's not fair. She wouldn't know you if it wasn't for me – she owes me a finders fee,” Tate mock pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. He pinched it between his thumb and finger.
“What's going on with you, babydoll? Satan not giving it to you good enough?” he laughed. She tilted her head down, drawing his thumb into her mouth and sucking on it. He hissed air through his teeth. She let him go and he dragged his thumb down her chin.
“How about you stop worrying about him for tonight. I know I have,” she said in a husky voice.
Like that would even be possible.
She knew she had him. The tempation to put something over on Jameson was too great for him. She knew Ang very well, knew how to get to him. They hadn't slept together in a long time – since August. They had quit cold turkey, and he hadn't had a say in the matter. In fact, he'd been pretty angry about it for a while. Here was his chance to strike back. Fuck Tate, in Jameson's bed. In Satan's home. Much too hard to resist. She closed her eyes as his head lowered towards hers.
Please, please don't hate me.
Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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Book 3 - Reparation - AMAZON | AMAZON UK
5 Freaking marvelous stars
SF introduced me to two powerful and dynamic characters in her first instalment, Degradation. She made me fall in love with Satan and his spawn. In Separation, she fulfilled my wish and gave me more of Sandy!!! scrumptious. For Reparation, well let's just say I politely begged for Reparation, as polite as anyone can be when begging. Literally!! I e-mailed SF and she was soo sooo sweet and e-mailed me an ARC. Thanks so very very much.
Reparation had me edgy even before I started the book. I ended up re-reading both instalments before I started the 3rd. And the second time around, it flawed me all over again, Hence the edginess for book 3. My mind was on overdrive trying to figure out what would happen and how it would play off with Jameson and Tate. This is what happens when you watch too much TV and definitely sleep on books.
Tate returns home feeling betrayed, confused and slightly twisted. Her own past insecurities are haunting her, while she's playing on Satan's slide. She is seeking retribution against those in her most trusted inner circle. Those who hurt her. Some more than others.
"Stupid fucking whore, doesn't even know who she belongs to. Slut. Cunt. You said you wished I didn't exist. Fuck you," he swore, and she gasped as his hand let go of her breast and slithered between their bodies.
Jameson and Tate's relationship changed the moment Tate realized that it's always games with Jameson and he always wins. Tate soon becomes suspicious of everything Jameson says and does. But this time, Tate plans on winning. No matter the cost. This time, she is looking for revenge and her secret weapon will aid in Satan's destruction.
Jameson hadn't caught onto it yet, but she had a very powerful weapon against him. Sex. He simply couldn't resist it, and he got easily distracted by it.
Tate hopes to use sex against Jameson in an effort to win this game. A game that seems to only have a single player, Tate. As with all sketchy and not well thought out plans. It all backfires.
"I made this pussy. It has belonged to me for the last seven years," he whispered, letting go of her leg and leaning down on top of her.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut tight.
"Mine," he growled.
"Yours," she agreed.
Sex hadn't worked, and now she knew for a fact that it would never work - Jameson had basically said that he wouldn't care. But love. Love was a different ball game.
I felt sorry for Tate at this point. Really, poor poor girl, all her problems are intrinsic to her nature. She feels as if everyone is against her. She finally admits to being in love with Jameson, yet she continues to talk around or rather dance around the important topics and conversations, that would simply make life easier. But say what! it makes for a steamy, angsty trilogy. Yaaayy!! Stylo.
"No more games?" he asked. She shook her head.
"No. I had this whole game plan, you know. I was gonna eat you alive," she warned him.
Not Satan. Not Lillith. Eve was created from Adam's rib. We're part of each other. That's why I can't get away. That's why he can't get away. I'm not his subject, he's my lord and master.
We're the same.
The Devil has met his match.
This was a fantabulously (possibly not a word) sexily filthy, dynamically enthralling and enticing conclusion to a seductive trilogy. All characters - protagonists, secondary, tertiary - were well developed and exceptionally portrayed. A perfect fit into the plot and twists of this edgy series. The growth of the characters from Degradation till Reparation was phenomenal and masterful. Tatum's honesty and Jameson's cruelty was rich and smooth.
I enjoyed the part where Tate was having a mental argument
with herself.
FUCK, now I’m arguing with MYSELF.
I need medication
It’s simply expert advice. And medication? Alcohol would be
my poison and it just makes us crazier than usual. Lolz.
*ARC provided by Stylo Fantome and Shh Moms Reading for an honest review* So much thanks!!!
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