Thursday, October 1, 2015

Monica David's Braid of Tongues ♡Review♥

 Braid of Tongues

Author: Monica David
Series: Braids Series (#1)
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: May 27 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print

What if your perfectly contented life was suddenly turned upside down and you were forced to face a decision you never imagined you’d have to?
Ariane Reis has a husband who loves her, a young son and a cosy family routine.
When she starts a new job in the heart of London, she has no idea she is about to embark on a scorching sensory journey of eroticism and self-discovery that will irrevocably alter her life.
Luka Volkov is a smart and unnervingly intense Russian on her team. He is young, sharp and insatiable. He doesn’t just seduce her body. He seduces her mind and the very essence of her being.
Despite the emotional angst she finds herself in, Ariane must fight to get through the impossible task of untangling love from lust, or risk losing everything she holds dear. The problem is - not everything is black and white. 
A story both delightful and heartbreaking about regular people in unanticipated circumstances. 

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When I return to Luka’s room, he is still sleeping in the exact same position I left him in – sideways, his head resting on his folded right arm, left arm stretched in front of him, towards me, like an invitation.
I set my stuff on the chair and can’t resist. I kneel by the bed next to him and carefully pull the sheet off his body. Dear lord, he is something beautiful. He must have removed his shirt and trousers at some point after I blacked out, but he kept the trunks on and they look rather constricting. I’m not remotely surprised at finding him hard.
I reach out and gently set the beast free. Luka sighs. His penis is nothing short of perfection. Most penises I’ve seen, even in porn, have something that make them imperfect - size aside, they’re often bent to one side, the head is disproportionate to the shaft, the skin colour is too pink. Not this one. This one came straight out of an exclusive mould. Perfectly symmetrical, dead centre, up, smooth, mid skin-toned, not to mention the girth and length, which are imposing to say the least. Perfect.   
I sweep my fingers gently along it and it twitches. Someone is definitely awake and it’s not Luka. I caress the stem softly all the way down, over his testicles. They don’t have a single hair on them. That’s new. I’m guessing he shaves them. They’re smooth like ripe apricots. I lean forward and take one in my mouth, sucking lightly. Luka moans but doesn’t wake up. I do the same with the other testicle, then both, cautiously. I want to enjoy this. When I drag my tongue along his penis, Luka groans, stretches, and opens his eyes. I smile, caught with my hand in the cookie jar, or rather my mouth on the cookie so to speak.  
“Having fun?” he mumbles, his eyes bleary.
“Shhhhh,” I murmur. “This has nothing to do with you. Go back to sleep.”
His grin stretches from ear to ear. “I see ...”
Not one to waste time, Luka shoves a second pillow under his head, props himself up and lies on his back, hands behind his head.
“Help yourself then,” he prompts.
“Shhhhh,” I say, pulling down his trunks and tossing them on the floor. “I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself properly.” 
His penis twitches. I lie on the bed between his legs and lick the length from the balls to the tip, gingerly, repeatedly, focusing on my new toy.
“Well, he’s definitely ecstatic about meeting you.”
I wrap a hand around the base and circle the engorged head with my tongue, careful not to touch it with my lips. Luka moans and bucks his hips.
“Uh-huh, stay out of this,” I scold.
He rolls his eyes but is clearly delighted with the game. My tongue moves around and around in soft circles till I taste some of his pre-cum. I lick it off. It’s salty. “Hum ...”
His breathing roughens when I gently suck him into my mouth and hold it there for a moment. I don’t even come close to taking it all in my mouth, but I ease it in as far as I can bear.
Luka’s lips part as he enjoys the sight of me swallowing his erection, the lustful frown on his face spurring me on. I rub my tongue on the underside of his penis and cup his balls, rolling them slowly. His muscles tighten and a sigh escapes his throat.
Some women don’t enjoy giving blowjobs. I’ve always loved the control of throwing a man into escalating levels of pleasure until he reaches that exquisite place of masculine abandonment. I like to watch it without clouding my mind with too many of my own needs. Right now is my opportunity to give him back a fraction of what he gave me last night, and I’m relishing it.
I pull his penis out of my mouth only to sink it back in. I do this repeatedly, making it slide a bit further each time.
“Fuck!” he groans.
I begin to work my mouth up and down the straining flesh, sucking him greedily, my tongue twirling around the head while my hand strokes him.
Suddenly Luka sits up and pulls me to him. “God, Ariane, I have to fuck you.”
“No! Uh-huh! Lie back down immediately,” I admonish, pushing him back onto the pillows. “I just had a shower, and besides it’s my turn to have some fun.”
His eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and frustration. “Really? I thought you’d been having a lot of fun.”
“Well, there can be some improvements.” I resume my torture.
“Ooh ...” he croons. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod.
“I’ll ... I’ll have to work on that then.”
Luka lifts his hips up and thrusts into my mouth. He keeps his eyes on me, glazed with a fervour that has me redoubling my efforts. He praises me with louder and harsher groans which I reply to with whimpers of my own. The power I hold over him in this moment sears me. He is steel-hard and by the pain in his tone, I know his self-control is waning.
His balls draw up, heavy and tight in my hand, preparing for release. I want to taste him so badly, I fist the base of his erection slightly faster.
Luka grabs hold of my head and pumps into my mouth, making me gag, saliva dripping from the corners of my lips. I gasp for air and subject myself to his rhythm.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come, baby, is that what you want? You want me to come in that sweet little mouth of yours, Ariane?”
My sex clenches at his dirty talk, protesting its emptiness while I vibrate muffled mewls against his cock. I guess that’s all the answer he needs.
“Have it, baby, have it all!”
He pushes my head down and holds me still as the climax hits him, his face ravaged by pleasure. He growls and his body jerks and his hot sticky cream hits the back of my throat again and again. I swallow as fast as I can and heave for air as soon as he lets me. Then I adjust the suction to a velvety stroke while he pants under me. He slumps back down onto the pillows.
Smiling victoriously, I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. A wide grin breaks across his face and he reaches for me. I move up his body and it takes me by surprise when his tongue seeks mine. It’s so hot, my body rekindles. Sean won’t go near my mouth if there’s even a glimpse of semen.
“Thank you,” Luka drawls in between kisses.
Excerpt 2
As fast as I can, I get inside the cottage. It’s dark, but the outside light shining through the window is enough. I go around the sofa towards the three doors, giggling away. No harm done. Maybe Olivia is olfactory impaired and didn’t notice I stink of weed.
I open a door. Merda. This is somebody’s room. Giggle Giggle Giggle. I close the door as quietly as possible and go over to the second door. Merda. Another room. I shake my head and turn the handle of the third door. It’s locked. I must be stoned out of my head. Where’s the door to the corridor that leads to the stairs? I look around and spot a stairway on the other side of the lounge. That must be it.
A door unlocks and opens unexpectedly behind me and my body jerks towards it, startled.
The sight takes a while to register. Standing in the doorway, lit from behind, is Luka, wearing nothing but a white towel around his hips. I turn every possible shade of red.
“Oh Merda! Sorry! ...”
He looks as taken aback as I am. Is he in the wrong cottage? Am I? Of course I am, I’m stoned and in a boys cottage with an almost naked Russian.
His chest is hairier than I imagined, but not like a Latin man, tidier, and he is surprisingly toned. My eyes glue themselves onto the V line, below his belly button, the shadows playing with his muscles. I can’t move.
“Hello, Ariane,” at last he whispers.
I close my mouth and swallow.
“Er. Hello. I’m so sorry. I’m in the ... I must be in the wrong house.”
I turn to leave and hit an armchair.
“Merda. Sorry.” My linguistic prowess is sure to impress him. He has a decidedly thrilled expression.
“Don’t go,” he whispers.
He closes the distance between us. Oh dear lord. I’m nailed to the floor. My attention drifts back to the V that disappears into the towel, and I curse the terrible lighting. He stops mere inches away and his freshly showered scent reaches me.
“Have you been smoking?”
I take a half step back.
“No. I ... Me and ... I bumped into a few people ... they offered me some. No big deal.”
“I see.”
My entire body responds to his proximity as surely as if he were touching me. But Luka doesn’t touch me. Instead he murmurs, “Look at me, Ariane.”
And it is then, tilting my head upwards, that I lose my eyes in the shadowy blur of his. I have to go to my room. I have to turn around and get out of here. Except that I’m frozen to the spot.
My mind reels with thoughts forming and thoughts fleeing and thoughts conflicting and thoughts merging and I don’t know if it is because of the wine, the joints, or the incredibly handsome man before me, but I have cravings in me, so sweet, so brutal that I suddenly hear my own voice whispering, “Please ...”

Braid of Tongues was for me an interesting look into the mind of a woman struggling with her choices. Ariane was so drawn to Luka and unable to turn away from him. He seemed to be just as drawn to her. The book starts off pretty slow with a bit too much about work related things and not enough actual story, but once it gets into the meat of the story it gets interesting and becomes hard to put down.
Luka is a young and dominant male. A complete opposite from Ariane's sweet and soft husband Sean. While reading the book and following her struggle I felt sadness and anger and upset. It was a good book and one I would recommend. Fair warning the book does end in a cliff hangar. For Monica David's debut novel it was a great start to her career.  
My rating system is different from Amazon where this would be a 4 star. See my rating chart to the right. 

Author Information
Monica David was born in Zimbabwe but she grew up in Portugal, by the sea. She has been living in London for nearly two decades, initially on and off in between travels and now permanently with her family. In addition to writing, Monica loves to read, photograph and travel. She values kindness, honesty and a good sense of humour.
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  1. Thank you for reading and reviewing Braid of Tongues by Monica David

    1. It was a pleasure. I look forward to more books by Monica David. ~Mellena