By: Heidi Joy Tretheway
Release Date: July 31, 2014
Series: Tattoo Theif #3
Companion to the first two the books in the Tattoo Thief series (Tattoo Thief and Tyler & Stella) which can be read as a standalone.
On the Internet, secrets never die…
Violet can’t imagine anything worse than having her very private, very naked photos strewn across the Internet.
Until they multiply like a virus.
With her name, address, and phone number attached.
And her boss finds out. And a stalker finds her.
Violet’s refuge is a rock star known for going through groupies faster than guitar picks. Letting Jayce get close enough to protect her exposes her secrets—and her heart—to a man whose celebrity could ruin her.
That’s because being a nobody is the one thing that keeps Violet’s photos from making headlines. And it’s the reason she can never fall for a rock star.
Secrets spread like wildfire when a celebrity fans the flames.
REVENGE BOUND is a full-length, standalone novel, and a companion to the Tattoo Thief books. It contains steamy scenes and strong language intended for mature readers.
This was not necessarily the type of book I’ve read in the past
because I’m not really into all that control/obedience/dominance type of
physical relationship but beside that I thought this story was really
interesting and quite enlightening. It
touches upon a subject that really is important, that is revenge porn,
something you can’t control and just tends to destroy your life if you let it
take over. Heidi Joy Tretheway wrote a great book
describing this type of situation.
We meet Violet (great name) who is in the middle of
struggling with some unwanted attention thanks to her d-bag of an ex boyfriend
who decided to post pictures of her bound and mostly naked on the
internet. This causes her to have a
stalker, which is a scary thing on itself.
She by chance meets Jayce who happens to be quite famous, which is an
inopportune time for her to have any more type of media attention. But there is something about him that she
wants to give him control over her.
Mind you Jayce is very much the ladies man so having someone
like Violet in his life as a permanent person is a whole new thing for him, but
it’s different with her. He feels very
over protective of her, wanting her to be safe and with him at all times. It seems it’s his first try at dominance but he
loves every minute of it. Again not my
thing but still interesting to read about, after all this is something
Overall the story was really interesting, with the stalker
and I love that they threw in some normalcy with Violet searching for a
graffiti artist she’s been photographing.
That was fun, the lyrics were not much there but what was there was of
it was good. Will definitely have to
check out the rest of the series, because now I’m intrigued about the rest of
the characters and can I say how much I have Dave’s girlfriend, you’ll know what
I mean when you read it.
Great and sexy cover and great subject matter, will be
reviewing the other books once I get my hands on them. This was definitely a quick read as well
because I couldn’t quite put it down wondering what was going to happen
Jayce discovers that Violet is receiving threatening text messages from a stalker. He escorts her home and stays at her apartment—on the couch—when it’s clear the stalker is watching them. This is from Violet’s perspective the morning after.
The silence stretches between us, growing more uncomfortable as I feel his eyes on me. I sip my coffee, desperate to have something to do, plotting my escape so I can shower and change and … why is he still here?
“You didn’t have to stay.”
“I did.” His voice is low, intense.
“I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”
“Doesn’t mean you should have to handle it alone.” Jayce slides a shiny iPhone across the small table to me. “This is for you. A private number.”
What the what?
“You can’t give me your phone,” I say stupidly.
“I’m not. This is your phone. A new number, so you won’t have to deal with those texts. Take it, Violet.”
I know I should be grateful, for this and for everything he’s done for me so far, but anger flares instead. Presumptuous, arrogant jerk.
“Do you think you can just throw money at a problem and it’ll go away?”
“It works sometimes, Violet.”
My cheeks flame with embarrassment that he thinks I need to be rescued. “Well, it doesn’t work for me.”
Jayce pushes back from the table and grabs our empty plates, spinning toward the kitchen. Plates clatter and water runs.
I lean on the wall by the sink. “Since when do you think you can just wave your magic rock star wand and do
this? Fix this? I don’t want your pity.”
There. It’s out there—a four-letter word that stings worse than any filthy epithet. Pity.
“Fuck pity. I don’t want some nasty stalker sending you messages like the ones from last night. Call it a gift.”
I plunge my hand deep into my hair, trying to hold onto my fraying composure. “I don’t like your mouth,” I hiss, hating the F-bomb as it explodes from his lips.
Jayce gives me a slow look, intimate and searching. His hands drip with water, but he reaches to touch my face. I steel myself. I will not flinch.
“Oh, but I love yours,” he murmurs, his thumb ghosting across my lower lip. He strokes my cheek as my color rises. I’m frozen under his gaze. “And this blush. I can’t help it. Seeing what he wrote makes me a bit … protective.”
I stumble backward out of his grasp. I don’t know Jayce from Adam. I was stupid to let him take me home, and to trust him in my apartment while I freaked out and melted down. He could be another stalker, for all I know.
“I don’t want to be protected,” I say, and the lie slides out of my mouth as I edge back toward my room, wishing Neil would hurry up in the bathroom so I could dive in there and get away from Jayce. “I want to be left alone.”
“As you wish, princess,” he says, and he winks. He stinking winks
, like he knows I’ll get that line from The Princess Bride.
Like he knows I can’t stay mad at him because he’s irresistible.
I can’t. He is. But that’s not the point.
“You can’t just come in here and act like you own me, like you can just do
things and I’ll be OK with that,” I say, pointing to the phone, but my argument’s already losing steam.
Jayce shakes his head and picks up his keys from a side table. I think he’s going to walk out the door—and an apology is on the tip of my tongue—but he spins and walks straight to me, invading my space, backing me up against my apartment wall with a soft thud.
His chest rises and I feel heat radiating off him, less than an inch separating our bodies. There’s something so powerful, so masculine about him that my heart beats fast in my chest, and he threads his fingers through the wild tangles of my hair.
“I don’t act like I own you,” he says, his breath on my cheek, tickling the corner of my mouth.
“You act like you want to control me.” I whimper as his hand tightens to a fist in my hair.
“Ah, but control is a different thing entirely. Control can be earned. Power can be given.” Jayce’s nose brushes my cheek. “You gave me control last night. You let
me protect you.”
I raise my hands to his chest to push him away, to put distance between us, but I falter as I feel his chest rise and fall, feel his heart beat hard inside it. I shake my head. “No.”
Jayce’s shoulders drop and he allows another inch of air between us, his hands skimming through my hair as he releases me. “No is a word I respect. Always.”
I feel his body shift to turn away from me and I’m suddenly bereft without his touch, limp like I could slide down the wall. “But—”
His body is hard against mine in an instant, erasing the air between us. “But I want to have you. And I will.” Jayce’s mouth twists toward mine and I part my lips, anticipating a kiss. Instead, I feel a sharp sting in my lower lip.
He bit me!
And in one motion, Jayce turns and walks out the door.
About the Author:
Heidi Joy lives in Happy Valley off Sunnyside Road. She swears she did not make that up.
Heidi’s obsessed with storytelling. Her career includes marketing, journalism, and a delicious few years as a food columnist. Media passes took her backstage with several rock bands, where she learned that sometimes a wardrobe malfunction is exactly what the rock star intends.
You’ll most often find Heidi Joy with her husband and two small kids cooking, fishing, exploring the Northwest, and building epic forts in their living room.
She loves to hear from readers via messages at facebook.com/author.heidi.
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