Honey Girl (Billionaire 2) by Juliette Jones-Review, Guest Post and Excerpt
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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date September 25, 2104
Alexander Wolfe is a billionaire whose priorities used to include work, money and total control. No longer. He now has only one obsession: his beautiful new fiancée Lila, whose combined innocence and sultry femininity drive him to the brink. Their attraction began as an uncontrollable lust and has bloomed into an all-encompassing love affair that awes them both. If Alexander could have it his way, he would confine Lila to his private penthouse and bask in the glow of her sensual charms day and night.
But when reality forces its way into Alexander and Lila’s private world in the form of Alexander’s supermodel ex-girlfriend, Alexander’s brother Jake’s impending prison sentence, and a very persistent senior employee of Alexander’s – who just happened to be present at a recent wild night of poker that got a little out of control – things get complicated.
Will the drama drive them apart, or is Alexander and Lila’s love strong enough to get them to the altar?
HONEY GIRL (BILLIONAIRE, Book 2) is the second book in the BILLIONAIRE series (and can also stand alone).
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4 out of 5 for this reader folks!
Do ya like a little smut? Do you like a LOT of smut? This is a good ole smutilicious read and will make your eyes go wide and your body go a tingling. LOL
Honey Girl is the second book in Juliette Jones Billionaire series and is a continuation of Alexander and Lila’s story. I don’t suppose you HAVE to read the first book, but I would as it is just as yummy as this read. Most definitely an erotic romance with lots of drama and a serious side of obsession that I cannot necessarily consider a bad thing.
Having returned from Paris, it is time to get back to unwanted reality. Alexander had a major screw up in the first book and is still reeling from this a little, while Lila is geared up in becoming part of Alexander’s multi-billion dollar corporation … as well as his fiancé soon to be wife. Trying to prepare the other to go through the day without this hot obsessiveness they have for the other is a serious issue though, and one they seem to find ways around. On the first day back, bad news seems to hit them from all angles. Alexander’s brother Jake is in big BIG trouble and facing jail time and someone from Alexander’s past is set on destroying his beloved future with Lila. Lila is overwhelmed and certainly fighting her own battles trying to establish her position as employer versus “stunning sex kitten” within this company. Will too much ever just be too much for these two??
So yup .. super hot read that had me toe curling a few times. While the obsessive nature these two have for one another is almost endearing in places, it is annoying in others. For as many times as they are doing the do, the scenes became a little repetitive with little too long reflective thoughts in the midst. HOWEVER, these two made no apology for their out of no where dependant love and I LOVE THAT! There was no shame here … they wanted, they had. The idea that this kind of obsessive need for a person is really far fetched but it totally belongs in this story. With Alexander and Lila, it’s believable and that is kudos to Juliette Jones writing.
I hope to read more by this author soon. If you are looking for a no apology kind of erotica, look no further, you have come to the right review! 😉
HAPPY READING! 🙂
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Reviewed by Rachel T
Honey Girl excerpt:
Chapter One
Lila
He lay next to me, still asleep. His black hair was all askew, framing his face in artful, silky disarray. The cinnamon skin of his brawny shoulders looked dark, as always, next to my pale curves. He lay on his stomach, his face turned towards me, his muscular arm curled around a pillow. His full lips were barely parted, his face peaceful. He looked young in his sleep. Relaxed. That visceral, male aggression that clung to him softened when he slept, but the innate arrogance was somehow still there. In the curve of his mouth. In his strong features and the dark stripes of his eyebrows. I watched him sleep for a few minutes, fascinated by his mesmerizing flawlessness. He was astoundingly beautiful.
He had the build of an athlete. Tall and toned with graceful bones. Powerful, with the kind of strength that draws your eye and makes you aware of it. Of how easily it would be for him to use it. On you. Of how brutal he could be when he drove his immense, thick, hard-as-stone cock deep into you, forcing wave after wave of raw, lustrous pleasure.
I could have touched him, with feather-light strokes across his shoulders. Down his back. I could have rubbed myself against him and kissed his perfect lips, licking him, tasting the minted, drugging flavor of him. I knew he’d be instantly ready for me.
Alexander was always ready.
But today was the day I was starting my new job. As Alexander’s assistant.
Not as his assistant, I reminded myself. As his business partner.
This whirlwind romance had not only landed me a gorgeous sex-god of a fiancé, it had also placed me at the right hand of one of the most powerful CEOs in New York City: founder, owner and mastermind of Wolfe Enterprises. Alexander was the executive of the esteemed and hugely successful magazine Skyscraper. He also owned two major book publishers and ran several investment companies, hedge funds, and a number of cash cow Internet businesses.
He was a type-A genius with a dark side and a voracious carnal appetite. Which he took out on me whenever he got the opportunity. Which was, it had to be said … often.
It was Monday morning. Early. Earlier than we usually woke. We’d become night owls, the two of us. Darkness was our erotic haven, where we could exist only for each other.
I didn’t regret a single decision. Of course I didn’t. But sometimes when I stopped to think about things, like now, in the quiet of a purple-skied dawn, I almost felt a sense of vertigo from the gargantuan shift my life had taken over the course of exactly two months.
Two months.
Two months ago, I’d been a capable yet fumbling, unemployed, broke, virginal recent-graduate who dressed in baggy clothes, wore unfashionable glasses, had a bad haircut and who preferred to keep all members of the opposite sex at arm’s length. And now? Well, times had most definitely changed. At least when it came to one particular member of the opposite sex.
I lay in the semi-darkness and took in my surroundings. The heavy, decorative drapes that framed Alexander’s – our – bedroom windows were never drawn. We were too high up to be visible to the mortals down below. Our view overlooked the distant streets, the treetops of Central Park, the gritty, graceful skyline of some of New York’s most expensive real estate. It was early October and the deep indigo of the city night hung on. The quiet, expansive room hummed with plush, cocooned luxury. Alexander’s bed was huge, swathed in expensive cotton and silk, most of which had been displaced and/or rumpled by our lovemaking.
At this, I’d proven a prodigy. Whoever thought virgins took things slow once they finally got going at the advanced age of twenty … well, they hadn’t put me in a locked room with Alexander Wolfe. It had taken all of thirty minutes for us to get not only intimate but downright feral. There had been a desperation to it that I still couldn’t explain. Physically, we were like magnets. Greedy, superstrength magnets who had no choice or control. None of it made sense, really. That we’d been willing to risk everything to get as close as humanly possible from that very first encounter – and every encounter since. Who does that? What highly educated, soon-to-be professional, modern woman throws all – and I mean all – caution to the wind just to get down and dirty with a ridiculously sexy, overconfident billionaire?
This one, apparently.
He was my drug and my addiction. With him, lines became skewed and normal considerations simply did not apply. To not get close to him proved impossible. To not want to get close to him seemed insane.
Alexander.
My lover. My devil and my saint. My strength and my weakness.
My fiancé.
Beautiful, crazy Alexander. All mine.
Why are billionaire heroes so popular?
JJ: I think deep-down, every woman fantasizes about having a man that will take care of her every need. It’s been a decades now since women have had to actively rely on men for their financial security and social status and that’s a wonderful thing. But there’s also something wildly romantic about a successful, loaded alpha male willing to risk it all to have that one woman who captures his heart. In Honey Girl, Alexander is so in love with Lila he’ll do absolutely anything to keep her. In the end, all his money becomes irrelevant to him. He’s worked hard to become successful for one reason: to be able to shield the people he loves (namely his brother Jake) from the pitfalls and difficulties of life. But when Alexander’s money fails to do that – on one particular day that has a little something to do with a wedding – he goes off the rails. In the end, it’s the love that matters most and if he can’t have that, he doesn’t care about the money. Not to worry, though [spoiler alert]: there’s a HEA!
What are the difficulties of writing erotic storylines?
For me, the romantic scenes of any erotica book are the ones I look forward to the most, both as a writer and a reader. So I would say the most difficult part of writing erotic storylines is creating a plot that creates enough inherent conflict to make the sex scenes as intense and romantic as possible.
As a writer, how do you develop the hero and/or heroine?
I’m one of those writers who makes it all up as I go along. I have a very rough outline in my head when I start a book but the direction the story takes sometimes changes completely as I write. That’s one of the things I absolutely love about writing: I never really know where the story is going to take me. As I get to know the characters, I let them guide me. Alexander is single-minded, obsessive, extremely driven; these character traits lead him to act in a way that other people might not act. And I love that about him. Lila is young, naïve and completely new to the luxury lifestyle. She was fun to write because she, too, is unpredictable. She’s trying to navigate this new life and this incredibly intense love affair, and she sometimes makes mistakes. She sometimes gets overwhelmed by it all. But in the end, she knows that he’s The One. And they’ll both risk everything for their love. I had so much fun writing Honey Girl. I hope readers will enjoy it!
Juliette Jones is the author of BILLIONAIRE, HONEY GIRL and WILD RIDE. She lives in New York City.
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Ashlyn Chase describes herself as an Almond Joy bar. A little nutty, a little flaky, but basically sweet, wanting only to give her readers a satisfying experience. She holds a degree in behavioral sciences, worked as a psychiatric RN for several years and spent a few more years working for the American Red Cross. She credits her sense of humor to her former careers since comedy helped preserve whatever was left of her sanity. She is a multi-published, award-winning author of humorous erotic and paranormal romances, represented by the Seymour Agency. She lives in beautiful New Hampshire with her true-life hero husband who looks like Hugh Jackman with a salt and pepper dye job, and they’re owned by a spoiled brat cat. 
