Amazon review: The plot surprised me time and again, and the characters were painfully real and imperfect and sympathetic. Victoria and Britt, and even some of the supporting cast, will stay with me for a long time.
Manic Readers review: I loved Private Desires with all its twist and turns, as well as the hot sex throughout. Whatever your choices, the menu here has everything.
Coffee Time Romance review: This is one of the best romances I have read this year. The sex, while hot and varied, is easily distinguished between sex for fun and sex for love, and I liked that because the emotion made all the difference.
Night Owl review: The fantasies that were described were believable. I liked the characters, plot, twists and turns. I enjoyed the fantasies and the realities.
He cradled Vic’s face in his hands, tracing dark circles under her eyes with his thumbs. “If you weren’t out drinking and cavorting with rakes all night, you’d not be so tired, miss,” he teased softly.
She swallowed hard and looked at the floor. “I was in by ten.” Was she hiding something? “I just didn’t…rest well.”
Of course. The damn dreams. She never rested when she went to California, and here he’d been begrudging her the best diversion she had from those nightmares.
“Ah, Vic. I’m sorry.” Her eyes teared up, right before she narrowed them on him. She’d be pissed off now because he felt sorry for her. Already her cheeks were turning that angry pink he so enjoyed. The green eyes squinted smaller, and her jaws tightened under the heels of his hands. Glorious angry, she was. He couldn’t help smiling again, which would only serve to further infuriate her.
She took in a great breath. He knew she intended to spew it back out on him in a flurry of irate words, but he stole it from her first. He kissed her, as he seemed to do more often than he cared to acknowledge, and stalled the angry reply.
Even as his lips brushed against her soft ones, he thought of her kissing another, and his pulse beat faster. The sweet gesture to show her he would sympathize with her whether she liked it or not became a fierce need to make her want him. Instead of a tender, closed-mouth kiss, he forced her lips apart and probed with his tongue. He longed to taste and feel her desire, her need for him and him alone. To have her love him.
He got the desire, at least. She slipped her smooth arms round his neck and matched him move for move. He’d known she would. It was constantly there with them, this physical need. Though she strove to suppress it in the name of business ethics, he could sense it always, carefully hidden. And damn if it didn’t drive him mad to know she wanted him but didn’t love him. Besides, she had more self-control than he did. As usual, she found her senses first and pulled away from him.