Release day March 1, 2016
New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder presents the second darkly seductive novel starring the mysterious Madame X.
Everything Madame X has ever known is contained within the four walls of the penthouse owned by her lover, her keeper, the man who controls her every move and dominates her desires. While Caleb owns her body, someone else has touched her soul. X’s awakening at the hands of Logan’s raw, honest masculinity has led her down a new path, one that is as exciting as it is terrifying.
But Caleb’s need to own her completely knows no bounds, and he isn’t about to let her go. Not without a fight that could destroy them all…
***************EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT******************
I wake sobbing.
Nightmares of sirens and flashing lights and a pair of cold
cruel dark eyes staring haughty and inscrutable down at me as I am used like a
receptacle. Nightmares of a perfect body pinning me to an elevator door.
Sorcery, stealing my will, manipulating my desires, cool silk of a tie wiping
my face. Rain cold and wet and windblown, shifting shadows and blood and pain.
My dream is pervaded by a voice: “Isabel, you’re okay. It
was just a dream.”
Who is Isabel?
The voice is in my ear, soft and tender and warm. “I’m
here, Isabel.”
Oh, it’s me. I’m Isabel.
I am Isabel; I have to remind myself that it is true.
I am lifted, cradled. I hear a heartbeat under my ear, feel
soft cotton under my cheek. I am lying on top of him, as if he is my bed. His
hands smooth in caressing circles on my back.
I cannot stop sobbing.
My eyes burn with hot tears, and I try to stop them, but I
can’t. “L-Logan—”
“Ssshhh. It’s okay. I’m here.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I can’t—can’t stop—”
“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. Cry if you need to. I’ve got
you. I won’t let go.”
I can only cling to him and cry. My whole body shakes with
shuddering, wracking sobs, as if a lifetime of pent-up tears are being ripped
out of me wholesale.
I don’t know how long it lasts. Minutes? Hours? A
measureless time of weeping. I think I have cried more in the last twelve hours
than in all my life.
Eventually, I am able to breathe normally and the sobs and
shudders fade.
I remain still, barely breathing now.
On top of Logan.
Aware of him, suddenly.
Completely attuned to every inch of him, stretched out
beneath me. His arms around me, his chin tucked against the top of my head. His
denim-sheathed thighs beneath mine, thick and hard. His breath on my hair. His
hips nudging mine. My hands on his pectoral muscles, my breasts crushed against
his sternum.
There is a shift then. A charge to the air. Electricity
crackling.
And now, between one breath and the next, it is sexual, the way I’m lying on him.
I can’t breathe again, but for a different reason.
I can’t breathe for wanting him.
Needing him.
“Isabel . . .” he breathes.
“Logan—”
“I need you to get up,” he says, and it isn’t what I
expected. “There are still some people working out there, and in a few more
seconds I’m going to forget that.”
“What would happen if you did, Logan?” I ask. I don’t
recognize the daring, the boldness, the raw hunger in my voice.
His fingers twine gently into my hair and pulls, tipping my
face up to his.
It’s me, this time,
kissing him,
and kissing him,
and kissing him.
My fingers wrap around the back of his head, clinging to
the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, pulling myself higher on his body,
needing needing needing to be closer to him, to press my lips more completely
against his, to taste him, to feel him. I breathe him. His hand, resting on my
back, slides lower. I arch against him, press my body against his. There is no
part of me that isn’t touching him. I pause to breathe, gasping against his
lips. I want more of me to touch more of him. I want all of him, all of me, all
of us.
I crave completion, of a kind only Logan can provide.
He feathers his mouth against mine, a teasing brush of lips
against lips, heat of breath on tasting tongue.
“That will happen,” he whispers.
“Oh,” I murmur.
“Yeah, oh.” His fingers are tangled in my hair, applying
gentle delicious pressure to my scalp, keeping my face tilted to his. “And now
I can’t stop.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“I have to,” he says. “Or there won’t be any stopping at
all.”
“Logan . . .”
“I want you. I need you. But Isabel, you deserve better—we deserve better—than on a couch in my conference room, with
a dozen people on the other side of the wall.”
*******MY REVIEW******
I went into this book really hating Caleb. like really REALLY hate Caleb after everything he did to her in Madame X. I want to say I love to hate him, but man I just hate him. Every time I thought just maybe he would redeem himself, he does something to just make me hate him more.
It's almost like X has an angel on one shoulder, and a devil on the other. That angel.... man that angel. When he brings his A game and steps up, he really leaves no room for anyone else. I mean how you can you think of another man when you are surrounded by Logan. Jasinda has really given us a top notch book boyfriend when she gave us Logan. the things he feels, does to her and wants to do for her is swoonworthy.
This novel flowed so much better and didn't drag for me like Madame X did. This one felt more like a novel to me, where Madame X felt more like it was just .... informative. I struggled to get through Madame X, I had to push myself. But with Exposed it was the opposite, I couldn't put it down. The way X grows, and the things she realizes about herself and her feelings. GAH! I just want to yell and scream and jump up and down with how much she grew. her backbone. it was a beauty to finally see!
I loved this book. loved this so much more than X. I gave it 4 - 4.5 stars!
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release day March 1, 2016
~Check out book 1 in the series, MADAME X~
Madame X invites you to test the limits of control in this provocative new novel from New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder.
My name is Madame X.
I’m the best at what I do.
And you’d do well to follow my rules...
Hired to transform the uncultured, inept sons of the wealthy and powerful into decisive, confident men, Madame X is a master of the art of control. With a single glance she can cut you down to nothing, or make you feel like a king.
But there is only one man who can claim her body—and her soul.
Undone time and again by his exquisite dominance, X craves and fears his desire in equal measure. And while she longs for a different path, X has never known anything or anyone else—until now...
Click here to see my 3 star review of MADAME X
Click here to see my 3 star review of MADAME X
~~Don't forget to check out the conclusion to the series, EXILED~~
New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder presents the conclusion to Madame X’s erotic saga of discovery.
My name is Madame X.
My heart is torn in two.
And now I have to choose...
Caleb is everything to her: lover, caretaker, the man who gave her life meaning when she had none. But as she seeks the truth about herself and her past, she discovers that unravelling Caleb’s web of lies might very well be impossible.
Logan is everything she never knew she wanted: freedom, joy, and a passion she couldn’t anticipate. But is Logan’s love enough to save her from herself, from Caleb, and from the tumultuous truth of her past?
Caught between two equally compelling and seductive men, X must make the ultimate choice. But there’s more at stake than just her heart...
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