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I lived in the dark for three years. My whole world revolved around the whims and happiness of three men. It was just a trip into the forbidden. A way out of a bad situation and forward into nothingness.
Quin, with his easy smile and charming good looks. He was always there for me... Until he wasn’t.
Smith, and his dispassionate attention. He was never there for me and he never regretted it.
Bric, the one who listened, but only to himself. Self-absorbed, self-obsessed, and self-serving. He was never the one I wanted.
And now he might be the only one I have left.
It was good while it lasted, I guess. But it could’ve been so much more. It could’ve been so much better.
And that’s why I’m turning back.
One week and we are caught in her web. She is a spider wrapping
us up in silk. We are the food that feeds her.
Seriously, JA Huss can do no wrong in my eyes and is fast becoming one of my favourite authors and an automatic one click. I can't claim to have read all of her books but those that I have read have been mind blowingly amazing... unconventional, uncomfortable at times, challenging on my thought processes but bloomin' brilliant all the same and this latest book in the "Turning" series is no exception. I'll be honest, the reason I read the first instalment in this series was because I was looking for a red hot read and this author sure knows how to deliver when it comes to nookie and kink. The reason I picked up "Turning Back" was because I had become so invested in "Turning Point" club and its members (namely Smith, Bric, Quin, Chella and of Rochelle) that there was never a single doubt in my mind that I wouldn't continue with their story. It was a given, a dead cert so to speak.
I know not one good thing will come from this decision to turn back
but I can't stop it now.
Well JA Huss definitely brought her A game again with this one. She delivered a story that was phenomenal. It was engaging, it was intriguing, it was provocative and it was definitely evocative. My oh my it was a damn fine specimen of literature that was difficult to put down. I loved that it was different to "Taking turns." Don't get me wrong, it still had its fair share of the hot stuff but this was so much more emotional than the first book and the pace much slower and to be honest, that was fine considering the direction the plot was taking. Quinn, Bric and Rochelle's story wasn't one that could be rushed, there was too much involved and so much at risk at the same time. I was curious to see how the author would pen the change in dynamics when it came to the "game" but I have to give it to her because she did a sterling job, my thought processes working over time with how things may or may not work out.
I have been so lonely for so long I forgot what it feels like to have someone.
In "Taking Turns," I thought I'd managed to get a pretty good handle on who these characters were, especially the Smith, Quin and Bric. I thought I'd managed to suss them out but "Turning Back" was quite the eye opener because I discovered I didn't actually know them all that well at all. Each of the characters has a history. Each of them has their own story to tell in terms of how they ended up down their chosen path. Prepare to have the life squeezed out of your little hearts ladies because their stories are not what you think. In fact, these characters are not what you think and each book will shine a whole new light on who these men really are. We've seen Smith have his moment in book one. I'm not going to tell you who gets their moment in this book but it was definitely not expected but equally made me understand his character all that more.
I wonder how much I should tell her. If I tell her why I play the game
then she'll know what a fuck up I am. She'll see through me. She'll see everything.
Well, that's all you're going to get from me when it comes to "Turning Back." I could write and write and write about this book and it's characters but I won't because i'll probably put my foot in it. But know that this was another hands down ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ from me.
Quin takes off his tie and throws it on the floor, his fingers already unbuttoning his shirt. He and Rochelle stare at each other for a second, but then she unties the belt of her robe and lets it slide over her shoulders.
Her body is so fucking hot. She’s all curvy now from having the baby. And her tits are huge. Her nipples large and round. So different than they were before.
I walk up behind her and start playing with them, studying Quin’s face as he watches us. He walks forward, taking his shirt off and dropping it on a chair as he passes. His hands cover mine and we play with her tits together.
“See,” he says, leaning down to whisper in her mouth. “All better now. Last night is over. Let it go, Rochelle. Just be here with us and let it go.”
“I want to,” she says. “But I need you to know—”
“Shhh,” Quin says, silencing her lips with a kiss. “No talking. You need to behave or I’ll have Bric bend you over and spank your pussy.”
His threat to her excites me. I’ve never played too hard with her. Never did much more than introductory bondage. But I’m totally up for making changes. “Feel free to mouth off, Rochelle.”
She laughs and reaches up, slipping her hand around the back of my neck to draw me closer. Her head tilts and I start kissing her neck. Quin’s hands are still on mine, both of us vying for the privilege of playing with her tits. Quin continues kissing her lips, but he slips his hands from under mine and reaches for my suit coat, pulling it down my shoulders. I let it slip to the floor and back off one step so I can loosen my tie.
Quin grins at me, even as he kisses Rochelle.
This part, at least, feels very familiar.
“Tie her up,” Quin says.
I squint my eyes at him for a second.
“Tier her up,” he repeats. “I want her tied to that bar.” He nods his head up towards the ceiling at the metal pipe bars I have hanging in various places over the bed, indicating the one that runs lengthwise from the foot of the bed to the head. “You have rope here?”
“Well,” I say, looking around. “Sure.”
“Tell him what you want, Rochelle,” Quin says. He’s grasping her face between his thumb and fingers, holding her tight as he makes her look in my direction. “Tell him.”
I think I’m a little startled at this new development. “Rochelle?”
She looks at Quin, then me… and nods. “OK.”
“You know what he’s doing?” I ask her.
“What am I doing?” Quin coos in her ear as he resumes playing with her tits.
“Punishing me,” she says.
He chuckles. And then he gets dead serious and says, “Fuck, yes, I’m punishing you. But it’s your choice, Rochelle. So if you’re not into it, just say so.”
“And don’t blame you tomorrow if it all goes to shit?” she asks.
I have to hand it to her for not cowering.
“If you think multiple orgasms is ‘going to shit,’ well. So be it.” Quin waits for her answer. He wants to hurt her right now. And he’s going to use me to do it because he’s not into the punishment stuff—and I am.
I let go of Rochelle and walk over to one of the bedside tables. Inside is a coil of soft rope, some lube, a blindfold, handcuffs, and a few other essentials.
I get the rope, slip the lube in my pocket, and close the drawer, uncoiling the rope as I walk back over to them. “How do you want her?” I ask.
“Hanging. Heels high.”
“Jesus, Quin,” I say.
He shrugs at me. “She can say no.” He turns to look at Rochelle. “Do you wanna say no?”
“I’ll let you know when to stop,” she says. Defiance is written all over her face. He’s challenging her to tell him no. She’s challenging him to keep going.
Quin grins. “Good. Then let’s begin.”
Well, this is about to get interesting.
Stepping closer to Rochelle, I grab the two ends of the rope together, then slide it through my fingertips until I find the center point. “Have I ever tied you this way?”
“Once or twice,” Rochelle says. She looks at Quin. “But never to a bar above my head. And never on tiptoes.”
Quin just smiles.
“Make a fist and put your wrists together,” I say. She obeys and I begin looping the rope, tying it off with a square knot. I hand the other end to Quin’s outstretched hand. He reaches up to the bar positioned over the end of the bed, loops the rope around it, pulls—so Rochelle has to go up on her toes—and then ties it tightly to the metal pipe.
Rochelle lets out a small squeal and when I check her, there’s fear in her eyes.
God, I love it.
And she knows it. She knows how much I enjoy the bondage.
“You deserve this,” I tell her. “Don’t you?”
She nods her head and says, “Yes.”
“You were very, very bad when you left last year, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she says again. Her eyes leave mine for a moment to look for Quin.
He’s sitting on the end of the bed, his pants open, fisting his cock. “Keep going,” Quin says.
I place my hands on Rochelle’s hips and turn her. She swivels on her toes, until she’s facing the bed. And Quin.
I want him to see her reactions.
I want her to see his too.
“How many spankings do you deserve, Rochelle?” I ask her.
“As many as pleases you,” she replies.
I almost laugh. Where the hell did she learn that answer?
But Quin clears his throat, telling me to stay professional.
Fine. He wants her punished, I’ll punish her until he’s had enough.
JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
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