4,5 stars. After the first book, I couldn’t wait for Jamie and Tori story and I wasn’t disappointed. Their banter is hilarious. It is sexy, funny but also can be emotional. You can count on rollercoaster! And to finish this book adoring their heroes.
“Jamie McCade. Gorgeous dickhead. Local asshole. Biggest player on the planet. And the man who would not catch a hint and leave me the hell alone.”
About the plot: That’s what Tori Rivera thinks about Jamie McCade, and she really isn’t wrong. Jamie is a sexy, cocky jerk and he really wants Tori. But she’s been shooting him down for months. They push and pushing back to one great kiss and accidental run over, that resulted in one crazy bet.
Jamie even more started to go after her and forces Tori to spend time with him. They have a great time together. And although it seems that they are perfect for each other, Tori is afraid to risk her heart again. She doesn’t trust him and Jamie will need to raise the stakes to get what he wants.
“Wanting this girl was the biggest fucking headache of my life. If it weren’t for the glimpses I’d gotten of that soft she was hiding underneath, I wouldn’t think it was worth it.”
My thoughts: Hate of love relationships are usually a ride. And with Jamie and Tori is no different. They give you a lot of entertainment before being together, but even more when they are already duo. It’s definitely my favorite thing – because together they are simply wonderfull! It warms my heart, they are so sweet and funny and sexy. Though Jamie McCade can steal your heart alone with his alpha ways. I absolutely love them as a couple.
“Tori fought with her words. Not her body. I quit asking and just kissed her. And kissed her. And kissed her. I kissed her until seconds blurred into minutes. I kissed her hard and rowdy and rough.”
It has been said the story has really sensational heroes. But also those of the second plan have their own good participation. You’ll get a few shots of the Trouble and Wild, from the first book, but you can read the story safely independently. However, it is worth to know all the characters, because I already know that I can not wait for the next story of them. Will it be Kali and Cole? Please, go!
“Love was an adventure. It should be spontaneous and irresponsible and a little crazy. Not planned for. Not overthought.”
Hit the Spot is really sweet, well written story that despite several changes of actions is not full of tension. You will find some emotional and touching moments, but I would love more of dynamic action. Twist that occurred was in my opinion a little too late.
Even though I really can not not love Jamie and Tori. It is impossible. They have so many great steamy moments, and those extremely sweet. And they are one of my favorite book couples ever.
Tori froze a foot away, blinking at me. She didn’t speak. If she had a reason for coming in here, it looked like that reason just left her. She seemed lost.
“Legs,” I probed, when she kept with the staring and not speaking routine.
“What are you doin’ in here, babe?”
I had no fucking idea what was going on, but unless Tori wanted to watch some chick grind all over me, she needed to get what she came for and step out.
She wet her lips. I watched her neck work with a swallow.
“You showed me your dick,” she stated.
I felt my mouth twitch. Fuck yeah. Breathing a laugh, I relaxed back onto the bench, arms spread behind me and hands gripping the black leather cushion. I tipped my head to the side. “See that impression is stickin’,” I said. “What’s that got to do with this?”
“You showed me your dick after I flashed you. That was your move.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. What the fuck was she getting at?
Tori smiled. Her sin-colored lips stretching slow. “This is mine,” she said, lifting her shoulders as if this shit she was declaring wasn’t a big deal, which it sure as fuck was.
This is hers…Oh, fuck me.
Tori moved closer. Whatever smirk I was wearing pulled from my mouth. That pressure built again, in my chest and lower. I shifted on the bench.
“Legs,” I warned, my voice vibrating in my throat as I watched her walk toward me. “What’d I say about takin’ this shit places you can handle? Did you think this through?”
I was willing to bet she didn’t. If she had and knew how this could play out, with her bent over and me buried deep, she wouldn’t be back here.
“Shh.” Tori stopped in front of my knees. “If we talk, I won’t go through with this,” she admitted, sounding anxious. “And I doubt you’d be chattin’ up the girl who was supposed to be in here, so quit it. Just sit there. Shut up. And keep your hands to yourself.”
“You know what you’re doin’?” I asked, looking up at her. “’Cause in this room I’m allowed to touch, babe. Rules are out there.” I tipped my chin at the door, keeping her gaze. “Not in here. In here, I’m participatin’. You don’t like that deal, you better quit now and think of another move, ’cause the second you start takin’ shit off, Legs, I’m on you.”
“Then I guess I don’t need to worry,” Tori shot back, speaking with confidence and smiling again. The fuck did that mean? My brow tightened. “Say again?”
“I don’t need to worry ’cause I’m not taking anything off, meaning you won’t be on me. I’m just dancing.”
I stared at her for a beat. Then a laugh rumbled in my chest as I thought about how fucked she was.
“What?” she asked, tilting her head all cute. “This is a really good move.”
“Know it is. Not laughing ’cause of that.”
“Then why are you laughing?” She brought her hands to her hips and studied me, looking on the verge of an attitude. Her eyes narrowed. “If you think I need to take my clothes off to win this bet, then you are mistaken, Jamie McCade. I know how you feel about me in this uniform. This is gonna kill you.”
“Legs, hate to tell you this, but you’re wrong, babe. You gotta worry.”
“And why’s that?”
I dropped my arms and sat forward, elbows resting on my thighs. “You start dancin’ on me and I’m touching you,” I promised, watching her blink. “You start dancin’ anywhere in this room and I’m touching you. You don’t gotta strip, babe. I just threw that out there ’cause that’s where I thought this was headed. Telling me you’re makin’ a move and you’re makin’ it in a strip club, figured you’d be taking shit off, but honest to God, it don’t matter. Like I said before, rules are out there. Not in here. Only way I’m keeping my hands to myself is if I’m fuckin’ dead.”
“These are my rules,” Tori countered, bending down to get closer. “And unless you want me to holler out for my new friend with the gold tooth who looks like he eats narcissistic assholes for breakfast, I suggest you follow them, Jamie.”
I chuckled, knowing who she was talking about. Dude made sure I was clear on a few things before letting me back in here.
Something I wasn’t sharing with Legs. “And what are these rules, babe?” I asked.
She straightened and snapped, “I already told you. Sit there and shut up.” Tori put her hand on my shoulder and shoved, pushing me back until I was pressing against the bench again. Then keeping her grip there, she swung her knee up, braced it on the leather, and lowered herself onto my lap, lifting her other knee and boxing me in with it.
I pulled in breath through my nose and curled my hands into fists on the cushion. “And the touching?” I asked, voice strained as I stared at the shape of her tits.
They grew closer as she leaned forward, her hands shifting to hold on behind me, and my gaze snapped up to meet hers when her face got an inch away.
“Beg for it,” she whispered.
My eyes flickered wider. Hers brightened with impending victory.
No shit. Tori was gonna let me touch, but I had to call it. I had to let her win.
I had to fucking beg.
Why’d she have to be so good at this shit?
I steadied my gaze, telling her as my head tilted back, “Think I’ll just enjoy the ride.”
About The Author
J. Daniels is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series, the Alabama Summer series, and the upcoming Dirty Deeds series.
She would rather bake than cook, she listens to music entirely too loud, and loves writing stories her children will never read. Her husband and children are her greatest loves, with cupcakes coming in at a close second.
J grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family.