Genre: Adult Fiction(Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy)
Date Published: April 3, 2015
Publisher: Self
Naya James is a confident woman who also happens to be an exotic dancer. She doesn’t care if people judge her, just so long as they don’t disrespect her. Life has been good, but when two dancers from her club are kidnapped, Naya risks everything to uncover the truth.
Wheeler is the black sheep of the family, evident from his extensive tattoo collection to his dark personality. Nothing like his twin brother, Ben, who can do no wrong. Wheeler’s pack loyalty is put to the test when Austin orders him to act as a bodyguard for a woman he’s despised for years—one who presses his buttons every chance she gets.
A dark secret unravels, uniting two enemies and threatening to fracture the brotherhood of the pack. A tortured soul, a violent past, a fiery romance, and a shocking twist that will leave you breathless.
Three Hours is the fifth book in the Seven series by Dannika Dark. This one was super hard to put down. There was always that lil something between Naya and Wheeler in the past books. Sure they "hate" each other, but even in the small amounts they were around each other in the previous books... you could just feel the tension. Within this book, that tension could be felt in spades, and it just kept growing. I loved every bit of it. Their bantering was intense and funny, not to mention addictive. I loved the couch pillow scene. Too funny! (and awkward!)
This book may be my favorite in the series so far. Didn't I say that about the last book too? I can't help it. They are just that good.
I leaned forward and gripped the top of the chair on either side of his head. “I don’t like this situation any more than you do, but I’ve never had anyone speak to me this way. I don’t form unhealthy friendships with people, but this isn’t exactly a friendship. I need a bodyguard, and neither of us seems to have any choice in the matter. So let’s just play nice, okay?”
His eyes glided down my neck and settled between my breasts.
Wheeler’s pupils widened and, my God, I needed to get away from him. The closer I got, the more I picked up his heady scent. Wheeler was the opposite of the refined men in my life—powerful men with expensive clothes and imported cologne. Most were shorter or had a leaner frame than his medium build. Something began to culminate between us that I knew he must have felt, because he didn’t have a comeback. I wondered how it would feel to have those inked arms wrapped around my body, for the bristles on his face to scratch against my stomach as he laved my breast with his tongue. Would his hands feel as rough as they looked? Was he a gentle lover or animalistic?
The ropes of muscle in his arms were taut from the tight grip he had on the armrests of the chair.
Oh, no. This couldn’t be happening.
My cell phone rang and snapped me out of my fantasies. I stood up and put my hands on my hips. “I have a feeling that before this is all over, we’re going to end up killing each other.”
A sardonic smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Now that sounds like fun.”
His eyes glided down my neck and settled between my breasts.
Wheeler’s pupils widened and, my God, I needed to get away from him. The closer I got, the more I picked up his heady scent. Wheeler was the opposite of the refined men in my life—powerful men with expensive clothes and imported cologne. Most were shorter or had a leaner frame than his medium build. Something began to culminate between us that I knew he must have felt, because he didn’t have a comeback. I wondered how it would feel to have those inked arms wrapped around my body, for the bristles on his face to scratch against my stomach as he laved my breast with his tongue. Would his hands feel as rough as they looked? Was he a gentle lover or animalistic?
The ropes of muscle in his arms were taut from the tight grip he had on the armrests of the chair.
Oh, no. This couldn’t be happening.
My cell phone rang and snapped me out of my fantasies. I stood up and put my hands on my hips. “I have a feeling that before this is all over, we’re going to end up killing each other.”
A sardonic smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Now that sounds like fun.”
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