Title: Dare Me
Series: Standalone
Author: Rebecca Shea
Release Date: March 28, 2016!!

Five coworkers.
Four drinks.
Three glances.
Two fleeting smiles.
One dare.
A dare that will change my life.
That’s all it takes to send me plummeting into the arms of the mysterious Holt Hamilton. Behind his crystal blue eyes is a secret, one that screams danger but calls to me anyway.
My name is Saige Phillips.
I never walk away from a dare.
 Rebecca Shea’s Dare Me was not what I was expecting at ALL. For some insane reason when I originally read the blurb I was thinking dark, illicit, scandalous, dirty... I even thought there might be cheating? I don’t know where I got that idea because when I finished reading the book, I actually went back to read the blurb and I was like, “Huh! I read way more into that than I should have.” ***cue laughing*** 

So yeah… this was not that kind of read at all. 

It was FANTASTIC . It was sweet and steamy and intense! It most definitely had heart wrenching moments, angst, but it was also fun, and the romance between Holt and Saige was downright decadent. Dreamy. My first thought upon finishing was, “Can I rewind the day and read this again.” I LOVED it. From the heart pounding prologue to the incredible Epilogue, I was stolen by these characters. 

Holt was demanding and controlling, yet maintained this perfect air of vulnerability that made my thighs quiver and turned my heart into a puddle of mush. He was an incredible person. He wanted so much good for Saige. I loved the purity in his intentions. He wasn't an asshole. He wasn't over the top. He was, simply put, perfection. From the moment I read his first scene, I wanted him on EVERY PAGE. I longed for him. I was hooked, easily owned by that dirty talking, sexy, sweet, alpha. 

So #HowHotIsHolt? 

Here's a little example of his hotness....

“Do you see that “Do you see that conference room table?” he breathes into my ear. I nod and look at the smooth wood table behind him. “You’re going to find out what it’s like to be fucked on that table.” I swallow hard and inhale sharply. “And my desk,” he says, turning me gently by my chin to look at his large executive desk. “You’re going to be bent over the edge of that desk with your perfect ass in the air, trying to not scream my name.” His blue eyes darken as he speaks. 
“Holt,” my voice hitches, and I have to hold on to his biceps to keep my unstable legs from giving out. 
“Wait, I’m not done yet.” He presses a gentle kiss to my lips before he turns and looks out his office wall of windows. “And then I want you naked . . . against that wall of glass, overlooking all of Chicago while I’m inside of you. I want your perfect tits pressed against that cold glass while I fuck you.” <<----- Mmm hmmm... yep. There is a lot of super sexy talk in this book! 

But there is also sweetness. There is indescribable sweetness. Again his feelings for Saige were so beautiful. And the chemistry between them was exhilarating. I just kept swooning and swooning and swooning as I read. I loved the way he loved this woman. 

"I look at this beautiful woman.... and I feel weak. Anything she asks of me, I’d do it. Anything she wants, it’s hers. Never have I been so powerless in all my life." <<---See? Gah. LOVED!!!!

And Saige... she is such a sweetheart. The girl is struggling with something really traumatizing from her past. It's shaped her as a person. She's back in Chicago, perusing her dream. She's working for Holt's company--Jackson-Hamilton--and loving it. 

loved her friendships with her coworkers. 
loved the dynamic of the boss/employee relationship she had going on with Holt. 
loved her with her roommate. 
loved her mom and her uncle. 
I just loved her. 
And I sobbed for her several times. The feels in this book were real. They were intense. They were tangible. 

Overall, I was thoroughly impressed with Dare Me. I was so happy I got swept up in the pages. It felt good. It felt easy. I had just come off another book that blew me out of the water and I was worried I would have a hard time getting into something new. But that was NOT the case! Rebecca's sharp writing, her personable and strong characters, her addicting romance, her intense plot line, all drew me in and kept me utterly invested. I felt incredible when it ended. I felt fulfilled in every single way! And that is the BEST feeling to have when finishing a novel.

Angie's Rating:

A quick train ride later and I’m pushing through the revolving doors to Jackson-Hamilton Aviation.
“Morning, Larry!” I wave and hustle past the security desk where Larry sits.
“Mornin’, sweetheart,” he yells back, never once taking his eyes off the newspaper he’s reading.
My heels click loudly on the granite floor of the open-air atrium as I hustle over to the elevator bank. I frantically press the call button for the elevator and glance at my watch. I’m already five minutes late. I hate being late. Punctual is my middle name. If I’m not five minutes early, I’m late. That’s how I roll.
Groaning, I tap the toe of my shoe impatiently. When an elevator finally arrives, I scurry in just as a voice from behind me hollers out, “Hold that elevator, please.” I grumble but hold the doors as Holt Hamilton glides in, a cell phone pressed to his ear. With a curt nod, he steps aside and the elevator doors close while my heart pounds wildly in my chest.
Holt Hamilton. The sexiest man I’ve ever seen and the Vice President of Jackson-Hamilton Aviation—basically my boss. Standing at least six-foot-three, he could be Henry Cavill’s twin brother. With striking blue eyes and dark hair that’s styled back off of his face, he’s the perfect combination of businessman meets runway model. His cut jawline is accentuated by one very perfect dimple on his left cheek.
His athletic frame is highlighted by his custom-tailored suit that hugs each and every curve of his shoulders, arms, and waist, showing every muscle the man owns as he leans against the side of the elevator. Today he’s wearing a charcoal suit with a blue shirt and striped tie. The blue shirt makes his blue eyes stand out against his tan skin. I catch myself staring and quickly turn to face the doors of the elevator.
“Morning, Ms. Phillips,” he says with a tight smile. He shoves his cell phone into the pocket of his suit jacket.
Again, my heart is racing. “Mr. Hamilton.” I nod and keep my eyes on the digital display showing the floor numbers. Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, I silently count as we continue to rise. Only thirty more. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
“How are you settling in?” he asks, his voice deep and commanding. I half-turn to speak to him and catch his smirk, but he quickly composes himself and adjusts his tie.
“It’s going well. I submitted the final orders for both planes that were overdue. Mr. Jackson emphasized those were priority.” I raise my chin confidently, but my heart continues to race with nervousness.
“You closed both orders?” he asks, surprised. “As in, you got both clients to agree to every last detail?” He looks skeptical. These particular clients were a nightmare. I knew when I accepted the job that I’d have demanding clients, but those two were the cream of the crop.
“I did.” Another confident nod.
"Huh," he mumbles, giving his head a little shake. “So how’d you do it? Rachel had been working for months with those clients, and they wouldn’t agree to anything she recommended. She tossed their client portfolios on my desk the day she resigned and swore we’d never close the deal on those planes.”
I try to contain my smirk. “I get to know my clients, Mr. Hamilton. I make an effort to really understand their likes and dislikes—their personal preferences. What excites them. What motivates them. Not just shove today’s best-selling aeronautical features down their throats. I work with them and, in the end, they trust me and my recommendations—we’re a team.”
“It's that easy?” He cocks an eyebrow in amusement.
I cock an eyebrow in return. “It's that easy. Payments are finalized and in the Jackson-Hamilton account, Mr. Hamilton. Planes are scheduled to be delivered to both clients in the next ninety days.” I rub my sweaty palms down the sides of my pencil skirt.
He stares at me silently, just chewing on the inside of his cheek when the elevator finally slows to a stop. The doors open and Holt reaches out and places his arm against the open door so as to not let them close on us, but in doing so, places himself shoulder to shoulder with me. Too close. So close I can smell his body wash and his minty breath.
I quickly step out of the elevator and into the lobby of Jackson-Hamilton Aviation and begin to walk down the hall toward my cubicle, the opposite direction of Holt Hamilton.
“Nice work, Phillips,” he says from behind me.

Rebecca Shea is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Unbreakable series (Unbreakable, Undone, and Unforgiven) and the Bound and Broken series (Broken by Lies and Bound by Lies). She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her family. From the time Rebecca could read she has had a passion for books. Rebecca spends her days working and her nights writing, bringing stories to life. Born and raised in Minnesota, Rebecca moved to Arizona in 1999 to escape the bitter winters. When not working or writing, she can be found on the sidelines of her sons’ football games, or watching her daughter at ballet class. Rebecca is fueled by insane amounts of coffee, margaritas, Laffy Taffy (except the banana ones), and happily ever afters.

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  1. Look forward to reading this one! Loved the excerpt. :)