ARC Review: Tamed by Emma Chase

“.. it was funny, whilst being sexy with a really nice romance…” ~ Under the Covers

If you have read the previous books in this series you may be familiar with Matthew, Drew’s best friend and Dee, Kate’s best friend. In Tamed see Matthew’s POV as he does his best to romance the free-spirited and commitment shy Dee, with both hilarious and touching results.

When I first read Tangled, the first one in this series, I loved the idea of having a romance from the male POV, it was so different not to mention hilarious to see some of the thoughts that were running through the heroes head. In Tamed this pattern is repeated again, only with a slightly different set of characters. I already knew I liked this formula so I wasn’t surprised that I also really enjoyed Tamed.

Matthew seemed like a watered down version of Drew, the first character in the series, he had his moments of intensity, which were hot, but he was more laid back. But, I did love reading a romance from the male POV, I also liked that he wasn’t afraid of commitment and it was Dee that backed off having anything more than a fling. Dee and Matthew together though did have great chemistry, you could feel their mutual attraction and when it exploded Emma Chase wrote some fantastic sex scenes.

This was a good read, it was funny, whilst being sexy with a really nice romance, if you are after something short to spice up your summer reading, than I recommend giving Tamed a try.

*ARC provided by publisher

Excerpt

I rip at the remaining fabric of her tube top and yank it down, revealing two plump, gorgeously full tits. And on one, is a winking diamond piercing.

Holy mother of fuck.

My cock grows harder, weeping at the sight. I attack her breasts like a gluttonous animal—sucking and biting—grasping and tugging with my hands. My mouth covers her pierced nipple, tasting cold metal and warm flesh. I pull at it with my teeth and lap it with my tongue.

Dee writhes and whimpers below me, scratching my back with her nails, leaving scalding, sensuous gouges in their wake. “Fuck me, Matthew.” Dee wails. “I need you to fuck me, now.”

In a flash, I retrieve a condom from my wallet and roll it on in record time. By her ankles, I drag her to me, so her ass is at the edge of the bed. I drag the head of my dick through her needy pussy, teasing at the opening.

Then I look her in the eyes and ask, “How . . .how do you want it?”

“Hard,” She moans. “Hard and deep. I want to feel every fucking inch of you inside me.”

This is lust at its finest—primal passion, visceral hunger.