Secrets of an Alpha Male by JD HawkinsRelease Date: October 25th, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Another JD Hawkins's book? Another winner! For those who think that a 3 star rating is not good, please look at what it means ;)
Because I did like the book.
I call it a winner because I thoroughly enjoyed Connor& Frankie story. As always JD brings us strong independent and confident characters. You mixed it with fun banter, a little drama and lots of sex appeals and you have Secrets of an Alpha Male.
I'm always excited when it comes to read one of JD's books because I know I'm going to spend a good time and that once I finish I'll have a smile on my face. And it did happen here.
Connor is the usual cocky guy but despite his blunt talks he doesn't really acts on it. It's more for the show than what's underneath. His character was like a double sword, he's impulsive but also attentive; full of himself but a great listener.
Frankie was a smart young lady who needs her business to work. As a yoga teacher, she needs to find her customer base. Meeting a hot MMA fighter and what goes with it was not what she expected.
Both have challenges coming their way. Secret of an Alpha Male was not only about the romance but also about pursuing your dreams no matter the obstacles.
Fans of this author are going to be thrilled. All of what makes him is in his book. (view spoiler)[ The T-shirt reference, the MMA theme even some proverb... at least one :p (hide spoiler)]
I loved the pace of the book. It felt more real than usual. It wasn't only about the sex. But it's also where my problem is. It was way too short. I needed more of their time where they connect together than just been told. I saw there were good for each other but at the end I'm not too sure they are going to spend their lives together.
Anyway, grab this book because it shows once more how talented JD is and how he gets better and better with each book. Connor &Frankie are sweet and their relation brings out the best in them both.
~ ARC provided by the author in exchange of an honest review ~
I feel about a hundred pounds lighter when I get home from the yoga studio. Like there’s a bubble of calm positivity surrounding me. Even my Pitbull Tyson seems to sense it. Instead of scrabbling around on the hardwood floor like a maniac when I walk through the door, he bounds up to me and lets me roll his face in my hands. “What’s up, buddy?” I growl back at him. “You feeling as good as I am?” I lead him out to the backyard and toss a few treats for him to hunt down and eat. We chase each other around the yard a bit, partly to work off any excess energy and partly for the sheer joy of it. Eventually he gets tired enough to take his place sitting on the back porch, watching the birds. I rub his head a little, right close to his scarred ear where he likes it, then go back into the house to take a shower. Hot water hits my back like a giant, soothing palm, and my mind immediately goes to Frankie, the way she put her hand up against my six-pack. The Python, Tara, it all feels like it happened long ago in a past not worth remembering, not after what Frankie just did for me, how she made me feel. It changes everything. I close my eyes and try to visualize her, but it’s hard to recreate something so perfect in your mind. The best I can do is remember how she made me feel. Or maybe it was just the yoga. I’m not sure anymore where the line is drawn. It isn’t long before I’ve got a hard-on, thinking of Frankie’s half-smile as she told me I was doing it right. Of her sleek legs extended behind her when she did the downward dog. Of how even her tight sports bra couldn’t hide the elegant outline of her tits when she curled backwards. It would have been so easy to put a move on her, to pull that waist up against me, plant my tongue between those fertile lips. I play the scene out in my mind, hand on cock, mouth opening a little as if I could actually taste her. I love eating pussy as much as the next guy, but something about this woman makes me want to go down on her for hours, bury my head between those toned thighs, drink her essence until her tight little body spasms with chaotic joy. I come hard, slamming a hand against the shower glass to steady myself, a week’s build-up and the impossible pull Frankie compels in me combining to make the orgasm feel like a trigger being pulled inside of me. Tara got one thing right; I have been pretty pent up. I lean back and let the water continue to hit me, contented emptiness spreading out from my cock. My body is satisfied, but I still can’t get her face out of my head. Still feel like it’s not quite enough. By the time I get to bed my mind’s going like a washing machine again, just like it always does around this time. I lay there the same way I’ve laid there every night this week, body begging to fall asleep, to let my muscles repair, but my mind going through a million things at breakneck speed. A half-waking nightmare of mistakes I made in sparring blending with the stress of my upcoming fights and stained recollections of Tara—good and bad, though even the good seems bad with hindsight.
I grew up in Southern California and now live with my wife in Venice, CA. In between I've lived in NYC, India and Thailand. I love to travel and enjoy surfing, training in MMA and riding motorcycles. I've always enjoyed making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.