HEY THERE FRIENDS, I HAVE BLACK HEART; SOULSCAPE 2; BY: AUDREY SNEAD FOR YOU TODAY. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS NOVELLA SERIES ALREADY, I THINK WE ALL NEED A BREAK FROM OUR READING NORM EVERY NOW AND THEN, AND THIS IS CERTAINLY THAT! YOU WILL HAVE SO MANY OMG MOMENTS, BUT I LOVE THOSE! HERE IS MY REVIEW, LINKS, AND EVEN AN EXCERPT, LET'S GET STARTED!
OH BOY IS THIS ACCURATE FOR FRANK! HERE IS MY REVIEW:
Black Heart (Soulscape 2) by: A.M. Snead
reviewed by: Becky
For two years, Frank Harlan has kept the memory of Alec Strom hidden deep in his mind – behind a door with a broken lock. Troubled by his attraction to the disturbed and dangerous young man, Frank has left the asylum and now struggles with the daily reality that Alec is still out there somewhere –and that a part of Frank longs for the boy to return.
This series is mind blowing, and this book in particular! I am gonna try to convey how good this book is without spoilers, but it is gonna he HARD! I love everything this author does, and this book is no different, though you get to see a different, darker side to her writing, and it is amazing!
Frank struggles to move on after leaving the asylum, but as hard as he tries, he can't get Alec off his mind. When he goes out with Ron to let off some steam, he finds a beautiful boy that could be just the distraction he needs, but beneath the glitter and lip gloss will this boy be the thing to send him over the edge?
Holy crap, you won't believe the twists and turns in this one friends! You have to grab it and read for yourself, and if you missed book one, grab that one too, and hang on for a hell of a ride! I am so excited (and nervous :P) to see what book 3 holds! Thanks Audrey, for this amazing break from reality!
the 5 sparkly silver pants rating :)
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HERE IS AN EXCERPT:
What in God’s name are you doing in here?
Frank was caught in the surge and flow of sparkling, sweat slick bodies and, like a tsunami, he was swept to the center of the club. Multi-colored lights flashed with strobe effect, splashing across the faces around him in a myriad of hues. Rhythmic music pulsed like thunder from the large speakers at the back of the stage –on which three nearly naked boys were rubbing and gyrating against one another.
Fuck. Frank turned in a slow, disoriented circle as boys bumped into him from every side, and an occasional hand pinching or squeezing his ass in passing. I’m in the fucking twilight zone, he thought with extreme discomfort as he searched frantically for the entrance of the club. All thoughts of the glitter-faced, lip-glossed boy evaporated in the face of his desperate need to get out of this kaleidoscope wonderland and return to his world. Where the fuck is the god damn door?!
He was lost in the sparkling sea of gay boys who weren’t at all shy about how or where they touched him as he collided with one after another. The flashing lights and loud music was compounding his headache and making him dizzy. If you pass out now –you’ll be trampled to death. That would be an embarrassing trip to the pearly gates. How did you die, Mr. Harlan?
Death by sparkly go-go boys, Mr. St. Peter.
Frank groaned and continued to search for the way out. There could be worse ways to die.
Hands touched his back, but Frank barely noticed. He’d had hands on him from the moment he entered the establishment. His awareness heightened though when the hands didn’t withdraw –rather rubbed up his back…caressing. Frank shivered pleasantly, despite himself, and slowly turned around, coming face to face with his glitter boy. The colored lights flashed across the young man’s face, altering his eye color every few seconds. He pressed closer to Frank until the only thing between them were their own sweat damp clothes –and the intense heat seeping through.
Frank started to speak –unsure what he meant to say exactly –but the music boomed too loudly for him hear his own thoughts much less audible words. But maybe words weren’t necessary. The boy plucked open the front of Frank’s shirt and slipped his hands inside, caressing his bare skin.
Shit. Frank shuddered and his erection was instant –and raging.
Glossed lips touched his throat and he closed his eyes, unmindful that they were in a room full of people. The last time he’d felt a boy’s mouth on his throat had been…
He swallowed hard and opened his eyes, keeping himself in the present.
“I knew you would follow me,” the boy murmured as his lips brushed over Frank’s ear. “I knew the moment you looked at me in the bar.”
Frank didn’t reply. His hands touched the boy’s waist hesitantly. The kid was wearing tight shimmering silver pants that hugged low on his hips, nearly revealing his goods. His skin burned Frank’s fingertips, consumed his body –but it felt good. When one became so engulfed in heat, all else melted away and ceased to matter until the fire died down. It was a relief to be caught in such an inferno tonight and he didn’t resist it –but rather let his hands slide down over the young man’s tight little ass, so compacted within the silver pants.
“You looked so…forlorn…back at the bar,” the boy cooed softly against his ear and pushed his body closer. His crotch was hard and growing harder. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
Frank knew what he could do. It wasn’t his nature to solicit sex so randomly, but this night –he needed to fuck. Needed to get lost in another human being so completely that –for a space anyway –he forgot about the past, forgot about…
His head ducked and he spoke close to the boy’s ear. “How much will it cost me for you to come home with me…for the whole night?”
The boy slid his arms around Frank and inside his shorts and smiled. “A blow job…a good hard fuck…and…” He slithered his tongue underneath Frank’s earlobe. “…Breakfast in bed.”
Frank drew back, an uncertain frown creasing his brow. “That’s all?”
A smooth smile curved the boy’s shiny lips. “I’m not a hooker. If I like a man enough to fuck him, I’m not gonna charge him.”
Heat surged through Frank’s face as he realized his horrible assumption about the young man. “I’m sorry,” he glanced away. “I didn’t mean to…insult you.”
The boy chuckled softly and for the first time, kissed Frank on the mouth. “No insult taken. You flatter me.”
Frank looked at him, confused. “Flatter?”
“You were going to pay to fuck me,” the boy smiled. “So yes –flattered.”
“You’re…you’re a very beautiful boy,” Frank mumbled.
The boy gazed at him silently for a brief moment then kissed him again and whispered, “Take me home.”
HOLY CRAP RIGHT? YEAH I KNOW! GRAB IT NOW FRIENDS, THIS SERIES WILL BLOW YOUR MIND! THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR MY REVIEW OF BLACK HEART, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT BOOK IN THIS SERIES!
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