Series: Landry Family #5
on July 21st, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
I’m that guy.
Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It’s demure meets damaged, pampered meets punctured.
So, yeah, it’s obvious I’m that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion. Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feel like. I’m okay with being used because, from where I’m sitting, the other side of the tracks have never looked so good.
I love a GOOD bad boy, opposites attract story and Swink is just that. I have to say I’m a bit surprised and ashamed that this is the first book by Adriana Locke that I’ve read. After just a few chapters of reading Swink I’m enthralled with her writing and with the Landry family. Dominic Hughes and Camilia Landry quickly found their way into my head and heart and I just couldn’t read it quickly enough.
Dom and Cam’s love story is one of “other side of the tracks”. The Landry’s are uber wealthy, while Dom and his brother Nate have always lived hand to mouth. Cam is one of two daughters, twins who have the sometimes unwanted protection of their big brothers, and Dom has been Cam’s secret. Not that she’s ashamed, it’s more complex than that and she is not shallow. She and Dom and just don’t know what they have, not when we meet them at the opening of the book.
“As wonderful as he is when we’re together, he has a way of making it clear there’s a line between my world and his, and that line will remain.”
This story is one of their discovery and trust, seeing them develop into something more is fun, sexy and sweet. Their challenge is to find a way to cross the barriers of class and admit the depth of their feelings. Dom is so utterly charming and Cam is adorable and their banter captures everything that they are. They both own what they feel which is a quality that made them more agreeable to this reader. This was the kind of read where I found myself grinning, sighing, and sometimes giggling with and at them.
“I’m so proud of you,” she nods, obviously humoring me. “You knew the word ‘manicure .’ I feel strangely accomplished.”
This is relatively low drama but they are tested and sometimes fail, but I was always, always pulling for them. Neither to blame more than the other. I could easily see both sides.
Swink is the fifth book in the Landry Family series and I had no problem reading this without having read the first four. I am now very intrigued though, to go back and delve into the men of the Landry family. I’m so happy I’ve finally read an Adriana Locke book and that I know I have Landry family reads in my near future.
~Review by Cyndi
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He’s standing in the doorway, one hand on the sweatpants that hang just below his chiseled hips and the other leans on the frame. The tattoos that mark his flesh are vivid against his bare skin, making the blues of his eyes shine.
He flashes a lopsided smile my way. “Took you long enough.”
“I don’t drive like a bat out of hell,” I laugh, stepping past him. “Did you shower already?”
“Yeah. I smelled like gym floors.”
“As long as you don’t smell like gym whores,” I say, setting the bags on the table in the kitchen.
His laugh is contagious and I feel myself smiling. A set of arms cage me in from behind,grasping the table on both sides of me. My skin breaks out in a shiver as his lips find the sensitive spot behind my ear. His face buries in the crook of my neck and he takes a long, leisurely breath. “You smell so good.”“Keep doing that,” I say, relaxing my head onto his chest.
“Talking with your mouth against me.”
“You like this?” he asks all breathily so that each word whispers across my skin.
My eyes fall closed as I relish in this moment of nothing but him. “No, I love this.”
“Can I tell you a little secret?”
“As long as you keep talking, you can tell me whatever you want.”
He chuckles, dotting kisses up and down my neck. “I love this too, feeling your body give up the fight of the day and let me take over.” He turns me in his arms so I’m facing him. “I love that you trust me enough to let your shoulders sink out of that perfect posture you walk around with.”
As he reaches up and undoes the elastic in my hair, I watch his features soften. He moves carefully, unwrapping the tie from the twisted mess in my locks, careful not to pull.
“There,” he says, cupping the back of my head through my long tresses, “that’s better.”
“You don’t like my hair up?”
“Not like you had it. You look to lunching-y,” he says, wrinkling his nose.
“Yes,” he grins.
“You are too cute.”
“You are too fucking sexy.”
Reaching up, I swipe the pad of my thumb over the cut above his eye. He flinches, but just for a second. “What happened?”
“Bond’s right hand.”
“I hate him.”
“So do I,” he snickers.
“Let’s get some ice for it.”
He leans in, his brows tugging together. “Let’s not.” His eyes hood as he takes me in, his tongue darting out and wetting his lips. My knees weaken, my body humming with delight at his reaction.
“I want to take care of you,” I whisper, although that’s really on the backburner now.
“Let me baby you.”Instead, he lifts me up and places me on the table. My stomach clenches as he positions himself between my thighs, my sundress curling at my waist. I ring my legs around him, pulling him so close that the soft cotton of his sweatpants rubs against my opening.
He looks down.“You aren’t wearing panties.”