Book 13 in the USA Today Bestselling Impossible Series—Can be read as a standalone.
A man with a broken heart…
The agony of losing the woman I love to another Dominant has left me dead inside. Over the last two years, sex has become my drug of choice to cope with the loss. I know I’m too broken to ever love again, but that won’t stop me from trying to fuck my pain away.
A woman with a painful past…
I’m not interested in intimacy, but I am interested in sex. As a BDSM romance novelist, I need to explore the world of kink for my books. The power exchange is meaningless; nothing more than research. Until I meet him. The powerful Dom won’t relent until he breaks down all my walls, including the ones that protect my ravaged heart.
Bound together by lust and danger…
Chloe Martin is a BDSM romance author by night and an investigative journalist by day. When the latter brings her to the New York unit of the FBI to research the Latin Kings, she never expects her two careers to collide. The agent she’s shadowing—Dexter Scott—is also a Dominant, and he’s interested in helping with her research in the field and in the bedroom.
But Chloe’s story on the Latin Kings puts her in the line of fire, and Dex’s protective—and possessive—instincts kick in. Can he let go of his pain and find his happily ever after? Or will the danger that surrounds them steal his second chance at love?
“Your safe word is red,” Dex told me. “Can you remember that?”
“Of course I can.” A hint of my indignation returned. Did he really think I was so dim that I couldn’t remember a simple safe word?
The pressure of the crop beneath my chin increased, tipping my head back farther and forcing me up onto my toes.
“Don’t be so sure. I’m going to take you so high, you’ll forget your own name. But don’t forget that one word.”
I wanted to say that I doubted his arrogant assertion. No Dom had ever sent me into subspace. I might play the role of a sub for my scenes, but I never truly submitted.
But something deep within me whispered that I’d already lost. I’d made the mistake of engaging in a power play with him, and I’d ceded to his will. I’d thought I was fully in control of the scene, but what had seemed like small changes—the blindfold, the gentle caresses of the crop instead of painful strikes, his low, firm commands rather than barked orders—had made me come undone.
“Good girl,” he said again before I could gather my wits enough to formulate a flippant response.
“I didn’t say anything,” I protested weakly. I’d done nothing to earn his praise.
The crop tenderly traced the line of my jaw. I suddenly wished he’d touch me with his fingertips instead. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I bit back a plea for him to put his hands on me.
“You didn’t have to say anything,” he told me in that same smooth, soothing tone. “And you don’t have to fight me. I can tell you’re trying to resist. Submit.”
“I can’t,” I whispered.
“Yes, you can. You just don’t want to. But I’m not giving you a choice. Your only way out of this is your safe word.”
A beat of silence passed. He was giving me the opportunity to escape.
But I said nothing. I sealed my fate.
“Excellent. You’ve pleased me, Chloe.” The smooth leather traced the swell of my breasts again, and I arched into him as carnal sensation overwhelmed me. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”
I moaned. A bite of pain nipped at me as the crop slapped the top of my breast.
“I want a coherent answer,” he prompted, his voice lilting with arrogant amusement. A twin hit landed on my other breast, chastising me.
“Yes,” my shy admission was barely audible.
“Louder. And address me with respect.” The crop snapped against my sensitive inner thigh, and I cried out at the unexpected sting. With my sight taken, I couldn’t predict where the blows would land. It heightened my physical senses, making the relatively light hits inflict sensation that went deeper than my flesh. An odd tingling raced across my mind along with the sparks that danced across my skin. Thoughts turned hazy, and for a moment I floated.
Then the crop fell on my thighs again, snapping against one and then the other in rapid succession. I squealed and tried to close my legs, only to be reminded that they were held open by the spreader bar. My sound of protest transformed into a husky moan.
“I asked you a question,” his voice threaded through my mind. “Tell me this feels good. Tell me you like pleasing me.”
“Yes,” my voice seemed detached from my consciousness, leaving my lips without thought. “Yes, it feels good.”
“Yes, Sir,” he corrected me with another, sharper slap against my thigh. My abused flesh throbbed with a delicious burn, the warmth spreading up into my pussy.
“Yes,” I said more clearly. “It feels good, Sir.”
The crop suddenly pressed against my labia, stroking the wet folds. My head dropped back on a long sigh as pleasure flooded my mind.
“You mean it this time,” he said, his voice deep with satisfaction. “You called me Sir before because you thought it sounded like one of your romance novels. But this is the real thing, princess. A good Dom earns his sub’s respect.” He continued to stroke me with the crop, and my clit pulsed in need.
“I’m going to hit your clit, and you’re going to come for me,” he informed me. “But you’re going to ask me for it like a good girl. When we started, you demanded that I crop you. Do you want to try that request again?”
I whined my wordless resistance as a small part of me clung on to my final shreds of control.
He tapped the crop against my pussy lips, the light slap a promise of how he would stimulate my aching clit.
“We both know you want to come. I want it, too. I want you to give me a nice, big orgasm. Your pleasure is mine. Your body is under my control. I want to hear you admit it, to both of us. This is submission, princess. And you were made for it.”
His low, confident words wrapped around me like a caress even more erotic than the touch of the crop on my pussy. It was deeper than physical pleasure; it called to my soul.
I let out a blissful sigh, my entire body softening as I gave everything to him.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Surrender. Beg me for your orgasm.”
“Please make me come, Sir.”
* A review copy was provided by the author for the Blog Tour *
~ 4 My Hero Stars ~
Hero is the first Julia Sykes book I have read and I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I was drawn to this book because of the subject of BDSM, but I was also sucked in because of the blurb.
I have to admit I thought this book would have a little more mystery/suspense built into the storyline, but that really wasn’t the case. She did add some of those elements but I guess for my personal taste I would’ve liked a little more. I also thought the ending was a little rushed….what happens towards the end is kind of what I wanted during the middle of the book. But even with that said, I really liked this story.
I thought the BDSM storyline was well written and gave us an interesting look into that world. Nothing was too graphic or distasteful. Even someone who isn’t a fan of the BDSM Genre, I think would like this book. I thought the pace and flow of the story worked well and I really liked the characters Julia gave us in this story.
Hero is the 13 book in Julia’s Impossible series but there is no need to read any of the books before this one. I haven’t read any of them and I didn’t feel lost one bit. The only thing I wondered about was whether some of the other characters we meet are from previous books. This is completely a standalone book with no cliffhanger!!!
In this book we meet Chloe and Dex. Both of these characters are broken and hurt from past relationships that didn’t go so well. Both of them are afraid to love again and get hurt so they have put walls up to protect them from feeling anything towards each other. Chloe truly does fight her attraction to Dex. To say she is a stubborn one is putting it mildly. She also didn’t want to admit she was submissive. Chloe is a romance author as well as a journalist. She is visiting New York City to research both an article she is writing on the Latin Kings and also for her latest novel, which features the BDSM genre. So what happens when her two jobs become interconnected and she is faced with a Dominant like Dex??? You need to read this book to find out.
I liked a lot of the secondary characters. I now will have to go back to the other books in this series to see if any of them have a book already out. I would like to read about some of their stories.
If you are a BDSM fan, then I think you need to read Hero by Julia Sykes. I would recommend this book. It is an intriguing story and will keep your interest all the way through.
Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.
After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.
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