Four Letter Word (Dirty Deeds, #1) by J. Daniels
Series: Dirty Deeds #1
Published by Forever on October 4th 2016
Genres: Erotica, Romantic Comedy
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"Love! That's the four letter word to describe how I felt about this unique, sexy story. J. Daniels' hottest book to date."---Penelope Ward, New York Times bestselling author
Fate. Hate. Love. Lies.
Which four letter word will change their lives forever?
Sydney Paige was never so mortified to hear the words "wrong number" in her life. She meant to tell off the guy who broke her best friend's heart, but unleashed her anger on a perfect stranger instead. And now her world is turned upside down by the captivating man who wants to keep her on the line.
Brian Savage is living a life he's quickly come to hate-until Sydney's wild rant has him hooked and hungry for more. Soon the sexy woman on the phone becomes the lover in his bed. But Brian has secrets, and the closer he lets Syd get, the harder it is to shield her from the devastating mistakes of his past . . .
I’ve had a soft spot for J. Daniels ever since I popped my erotica cherry—if you will—with Sweet Addiction. Yes, her stories are hotter than Hates, but they’re also infused with a healthy dose of comedy. When I heard she was writing a new series, I was more than ready to jump aboard the Dirty Deeds train. Four Letter Word is the first book in the Dirty Deeds series, and it has Daniels’s signature blend of sassiness, sensuality, and humor stamped all over it, but with one added bonus: heart.
Cliché or not, I eat up stories about good wives who are tossed away by undeserving husbands, only to find love with hunks who truly appreciate them. That’s the basis for the story here, but Sydney and Brian meet in the most hilarious and unexpected way possible. The ability for these two wounded souls to find healing and romance—sight unseen—makes the slow build all the more enjoyable.
Sydney has suppressed her own needs in favor of her husband’s for many, many years, and Brian gives her permission to chase happiness. Who knew that he would unleash the sexy beast within her? Combine her newfound sexuality with Brian’s dirty talking and mad love making skills, and you’ve got some really dirty deeds happening between the sheets.
I found the story line to be rather predictable, but enjoyable nonetheless. The secrets, comedy, conflicts, and fun friendships add more interest to this story. Brian is sure to make your ovaries explode with his kind heart and determination to make Sydney happy no matter the costs.
Four Letter Word is sinfully sultry yet surprisingly sweet. If you like your erotica naughty and nice, this story should win you over. The next book in the series, Hit the Spot, is about Tori and Jamie—Sydney and Brian’s best friends. Tori is a spitfire, and with the lust/hate feelings she has towards Jamie, I can only imagine the combustion!
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I also went to town on my makeup job, keeping everything heavy but the kind of heavy that screamed fierce concertgoer and not back alley hooker.
Dark, smoky eyes, false lashes that flared at the ends, and warm cerise lipstick.
I felt pretty. Really pretty.
The kind of pretty a girl had to commemorate with a selfie, and there was only one person in the entire world I wanted to send that selfie to.
I bit my lip while swiping my phone off the bed and pulling up the camera mode.
I was nervous.
Understandably so. This would be the first time Brian was going to see me.
Heavy stuff right there.
I’d thought about sending him pictures before, but got sidetracked with conversation and his sweet as warmed honey voice I wanted to taste, and all thoughts of pictures would slip my mind. Considering he never asked to see a photo of me didn’t help either.
Since he wasn’t bringing it up, I was hardly thinking about it.
But right now, standing in my bedroom with my makeup done up and my hair looking prettier than it had on prom night, sending Brian a picture of me was suddenly all I could think about.
And before I could think or whisper talk myself out of it, I reversed the camera so I could see myself on the screen, held the device out in front of me and off to the right a bit, pursed my stained lips into a kiss, other hand poised at my chin to blow it, and snapped the picture.
Then I attached it to a text and hit Send.
I wanted to put my phone down. Really I did, especially since I had to snap on my studded cuff bracelet and that required use of both hands, furthermore because Tori had given me a fifteen-minute warning close to fifteen minutes ago, but I couldn’t let the damn thing go.
I couldn’t stop looking at it either.
My stomach was clenched. I was biting my fist and pacing the length of the bed, head down and eyes anxiously focused.
But when the little bubbles floated in teasing intervals on my screen and I knew Brian had seen my photo, that’s when the real panic set in.
Would he like how I looked? Would it be how he had imagined and confessed to imagining countless times late at night to me, or better, would my photo exceed the limits of his imagination and paint a more pleasing image in his mind?
Or would he hate it and me for sending it to him, shattering his dreamed-up spank-bank material and ruining every orgasm I ever gave him?
Which was it and why the hell was he taking so long to type? Didn’t he know this was killing me?
“Hurry up!” I whispered against the screen.
It started ringing in response to my plea, startling me and nearly slipping out of my hand.
Oh, God, he was calling.