Friday, May 9, 2014

5 Stars**That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn**

That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn
A beautiful, enchanting story of love, happiness— *Record needle scratches across vinyl* I'm just fucking with you. Love, happiness, and fairy tales… Yeah, they don't live here anymore. The only things residing amongst these thin and baren walls is Dominance, submission, and twisted fucking obsession. Stella's childhood consisted of things that would leave even the strongest shattered and desecrated. She gets knocked down over and over throughout her life… Though she is bloodied and battered she stands back up every single time, smirks and nods her head before asking, "That all you got?"
Wesley has shoved his way through the rich life with both middle fingers up. He's also shoved his way through half of the socialite population, but all that vanilla has left him a starved man. He knows he can't keep his Dom fed with just kinky little masochistic vanilla's anymore.
On his mission to find the perfect sub Wesley stumbles across a broken, shattered angel, only to find when she comes up swinging, that this little angel knows how to fight. Is he dominant enough to bend the broken? Is he strong enough to hold on when she bends and breaks? How can she submit when all she knows is to fight? When the weight of her past crashes down upon them will that which destroys her finally destroy her as well him?
"I will push so hard that you are going to want to both run to me and away from me. I’m going to twist your emotions and mind into nothing more than a cluster-fuck. If you are able to withstand my diabolical methods, if you remain a good girl and please me without pissing me off too many times, then after I fuck your mind, I’m going to fuck you—past the brink of insanity, exactly where you’ve left me waiting since I first laid eyes on you. Understood?”—Wesley Jacobs
“We will fight, angel. We’ll fight hard. But it’ll be worth every strike below the belt. Every hateful or spiteful word said, because when we love, when we fuck, when our passion reaches an intensity so goddamn powerful like it has every single time, it’ll extinguish all the bad. I want all your hate, Stell… Just as much as I want all your love. We are doing this. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it, angel. Is that understood?”
Excerpt 1:
After I move Stella’s sleeping form up on the bed, I pull the sheet up to cover her before sliding into bed and curling her body around mine. I grip her thigh and hike it up over my waist, my lips settle on top of her head and I inhale the scent of her hair before kissing her. God, she smells like a crisp winter morning. I run my fingertips up and down her arm and cannot keep the ridiculous smile from my face any longer. I look down at her through the darkness and whisper, “You don’t fucking break, angel?” I chuckle, “No, I guess you don’t my little angel that fights. But you sure as fuck submit.”
Excerpt 2:
His mouth stops between my shoulder blades and he roughly whispers against my skin, “Now, Ms. Reese,” his stomach muscles tense and I feel his cock slide between my ass cheeks before thrusting back and forth. When he stops he uses his torso to align the head of his cock at my entrance, “I’m going to fuck,” He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back, “The goddamn hell out of you. Understood?” The head of his cock pushes in only to immediately be pulled out. “Yes.” I try to nod but his grip in my hair tightens as he wraps it around his fist a second time. “Y-yes, sir.” The words fall out as I moan and try to push myself back against him. I barely have ‘sir’ out of my mouth before he slams into me to the hilt. A piercing shriek is ripped from my throat causing him to still, the hands fisted around my hair and gripping my shoulder allow me no room for movement. I’m shocked when I feel tears bite the back of my eyelids. Wesley’s lips brush kisses between my shoulder blades before whispering, “You’ve been bent, but you’ve not yet broken, angel. Yes or No. Rust?” Around a ragged moan I reply, “No, fuck no rust.” I rock back against him as much I possibly can trying to urge him to move. I’ve never felt so utterly complete in all my life, at the same time completely split in two. Pain and pleasure blend their colors, pride and humiliation lose their importance. All I care about and all I ever want I have right now in this moment, and I’ll beg to keep it, “Please, Wesley, baby, please.” I push back with every ounce of strength I own trying to create the friction I need and it causes the hairs to snap from their roots at the nape of my neck.

Review by Lil' Max
Wow. Just FUCKING WOW! I am astounded at all of the things floating through my brain after finishing this book.   Let me say that blown away is an understatement! 
Kimber S. Dawn you really knocked this shit outta the park!  You delivered a RAW. REAL.SEXY.FUNNY.INTENSE.HEARTBREAKING.
TWISTED.MIND.FUCK of a Masterpiece that Picasso himself couldn’t have created more beautifully.  
I loved the dual point of view. It was expertly delivered 
not too much of one
 or not enough of the other 
if that makes any sense. 
The balance was perfect. 
I can’t tell you how many times I wished Wesley Jacobs was real so I could re-enact the moments he made my waterfall!
 This man was the epitome of an Alpha Male . 
He never wavered in his overbearing, sexy, demanding personality, from page 1 to the end.  An Alpha that N.E.V.E.R. loses his edge; good GAWD Wesley Jacobs has ruined me.
  Jesse Ward and Twitch 
*Gasps* I never thought I would utter those words but Fucking Hell I just did!
Stella well this bitch is hardcore. She endures more hell by the time she is 12, then most people ever do in a lifetime.  She is like Muhammad Fucking Ali she doesn’t stay down for the count.  After surviving her horrific childhood she stands tall and manages to make something out of her Shit ASS hand of a life she was dealt.  She makes her own Family later in life that give her almost everything she needs.  She doesn’t realize what she is missing until she walks into JPH and sees Wesley Jacobs. 
These two have electric/erotic connection that neither one can deny no matter how hard they try! Once they both realize that, they collide like a fucking freight train!
  It’s so right it’s wrong!
 I can’t even put into words everywhere this book will take you.   Havoc will wreak your mind, body and soul.   I will say however that both characters are so strong and stubborn  they’re the only things standing in their own way.  It’s like witnessing an accident about to happen, and screaming but no one in the cars that are about to collide can hear you before the impact.    There are things in this book that will be hard for some to read, so if you are sensitive please take a serious look at the warning the author has so kindly provided.  If you want to step outside your comfort zone and really take in the story in its entirety, sit down and read this book it will be the most beautiful and disgusting thing all in one.   It is not a HEA and if it were it wouldn’t be anything close to RIGHT!  It does however let you know that there are people in this world that are seriously this twisted, sick and obsessed!!!
I would give this a million stars if I could, but the scale only allows me 5, with that I say One Click this Bitch like NOW!!!  

Who is Kimber? Shit, sometimes even I don't know, lmao. However if I had to type up an author bio (which, son of a bitch, I do) this is how it would read. BTW, caught a lot of shit for this author bio. Really don't give a fuck though, because I was asked to type up a bio. And if I can only say one thing for certain about myself, it's this: I'm real, I don't back down from what I believe, I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. I don't bite my tongue and I never try to hide the ugly parts of who I am... You either love me or hate me, but if you love me... I'll always be loyal, no fucking matter what ;) I can be called a billon different things—daughter, wife, mother, labor unit nurse. I sell pussy on the side. *Coughs* That would be Persian kittens, thank you…you dirty-minded scoundrel. I'm a book blogger, book pimp, and a book whore. My two indulgences are my Jack’s in life…Jack Daniel’s and Blackjack. My biggest dream, the day I'll acknowledge that I've succeeded in life and can I die a happy woman, is the day I get to go two stark-naked hour-round sexual bouts with Jason Statham. *Sighs* I was born and raised in Louisiana… and No, I do NOT live in a bayou, I actually see the beaches on the gulf coast more than I see a bayou, lol. I started writing poems and short stories very early in my life. You know, for the Michaels and Leos and Nicks in my life. I've been a book hoarder since I was eleven years old, but then a couple years ago something wonderful happened! The 50 Shades of Grey craze brought to life my inner smut whore and I commenced to read anything and everything smut affiliated. When reading wasn't enough anymore and I noticed that so many of the authors of my favorite indie authors and their books weren't getting the exposure their work deserved, I turned it into a mission, starting my own blog, buying their books and reading them one by one. I then wrote my reviews for my blog and didn't hold back in writing them (Hell yeah those motherfuckers a profanity laden). I've never done a single thing in my life halfway. I always go all in. After the success of my Blog, and the insistence of one of my bestest friends, my sister from another mister, Trina Taylor of Bad & Dirty Books, I was ready to finally take the plunge and see if I could write a book that was worth a damn. I'm a Southern girl to my core, a self-proclaimed smut whore, and I keep hearing that I’m an author, but honestly… I don’t believe the rumors, lol. I don’t feel like a kickass bitch spittin’ out lyrics, or stories, like a motherfuckin’ rockstar. Tattooed across my ribs are the words I have always lived by: 'Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi.' Latin for: If I cannot find a way, I will make my own.
Kimber's other books include: 1-Click on Amazon: A Woman Gone Mad
And the follow-up of A Woman Gone Mad, Leo Phillips story: 1-Click on Amazon Book 2, Holding Her in Madness

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