{"id":17557,"date":"2017-03-10T09:40:28","date_gmt":"2017-03-10T15:40:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=17557"},"modified":"2017-03-09T20:46:44","modified_gmt":"2017-03-10T02:46:44","slug":"review-breaking-the-seventh-by-allie-gail","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=17557","title":{"rendered":"#Review – BREAKING THE SEVENTH by Allie Gail"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Title: Breaking the Seventh<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Author: Allie Gail<\/span><\/p>\n

Genre: New Adult Romance<\/span><\/p>\n

Release Date: March 8, 2017<\/span><\/p>\n

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He’s hot, blue-eyed and butt naked.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Did I mention he’s naked? And I’ve never seen the guy before in my life! So why<\/em> is he doing the backstroke in my neighbor’s pool?<\/span><\/p>\n

Myles Bellamy may be a walking wet dream, but turns out he’s got the temperament of a bull shark. And yet every time I clash with the new next-door Neanderthal, I find myself fantasizing about all the dirty things he could do to me. Really dumb on my part, considering the timing…<\/span><\/p>\n

She’s certifiably nuts.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I’m not kidding. That chick is wonkier than Willy\u2019s chocolate factory. Between her head-banging music, smoke alarms going off during s\u00e9ances and the dog I’m pretty sure she trained to crap on my lawn, I’m about ready to give Leah Whitfield a piece of my mind. Or better yet, a piece of me. Because every time I catch her sunbathing in that barely-there bikini, my resolve turns to dust.<\/span><\/p>\n

And her excuse for turning me down? Her birthday’s coming up. According to Leah\u2019s weird and warped logic, that day is supposedly cursed.<\/span><\/p>\n

See what I mean? I can’t even…<\/span><\/p>\n

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Without taking my eyes off the V between her thighs, I squeeze some more sunscreen into my hand and start on the other leg.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re wasting your time, you know,\u201d she murmurs.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow so?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou aren\u2019t getting into my pants, Mr. Bellamy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou aren\u2019t wearing any pants, buttercup.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, then. I was right, wasn\u2019t I?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes this girl is really hard to interpret.<\/span><\/p>\n

No. Scratch sometimes. I can never figure out what she\u2019s trying to say!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSpeaking of which \u2013 did you happen to bring over my clothes?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d My fingers wander dangerously close to the tempting hollow between her inner thigh and the edge of her swimsuit. \u201cI left them in the dryer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe dryer? What, you washed them?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOka-ay\u2026that was nice of you, but you really didn\u2019t have to do that. I had just put them on. They weren\u2019t dirty.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey were when I got done with them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s all I can do to keep a straight face when her lips part in astonishment. \u201cCome again?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd again,\u201d I confess softly, a devious smile unfurling across my face.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pushing the sunglasses up, she stares at me wide-eyed. \u201cYou didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI did.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAm I?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMyles.\u201d She gives me a slight shake of her head, as if trying to determine whether or not I\u2019m putting her on. \u201cWhat\u2026um, exactly what did you do?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, let\u2019s see now. There are a number of subtle illustrations I could use to describe what transpired last night. Sanding wood\u2026debugging the hard drive\u2026applying the hand brakes\u2026taking a load off\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you kidding me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLiquidating the inventory\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou cannot be serious.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStraining the main vein\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMyles!\u201d She\u2019s laughing now, but somehow I manage to maintain a straight face. I\u2019ll leave it to her to decide whether or not I\u2019m joking.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m not, of course.<\/span><\/p>\n

And I\u2019m not the least bit repentant of the fact that after she waltzed her bare ass off my property last night, I took those lacy red panties inside, wrapped them around the hard-on she produced and jacked off all over them.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve decided I may just keep them.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid you really?\u201d She gazes at me speculatively, and I detect a distinct flicker of interest in her eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

I merely smile while sliding an erroneous finger along her bikini line. By now her thighs are well oiled and I am aching \u2013 fucking aching \u2013 to slip my hand inside the swimsuit and make sure every inch of her is covered in a sheen of Hawaiian Tropic.<\/span><\/p>\n

She tries to keep her voice neutral, but I can hear the slight catch in it when she tells me, \u201cYou’re pushing your luck there, Sparky.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe so, but I notice she hasn’t made a move to push my hand away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you gonna try and tell me you don\u2019t hitchhike to heaven every now and then?\u201d I prod her teasingly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cQuite the wordsmith of pocket pinball, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have my moments.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo do I. And if you really must know, I had quite the moment last night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs that right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTwice, actually.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t say.\u201d I continue massaging her thigh, letting my index finger run along the perimeter of her bikini bottom. Almost, almost sliding underneath the fabric. Close, but not quite. \u201cSomething in particular get you all hot and bothered?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The look she gives me is one of dewy-eyed innocence. \u201cNo more than usual. I hitchhike to heaven, as you put it, on a pretty regular basis.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I am never going to make it to Pensacola on time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDealing with a little sexual frustration, are we?\u201d I may as well include myself in this. After all, the thought of what she would look like in the throes of a self-imposed orgasm is bringing about the most agonizing case of blue balls I\u2019ve ever experienced.<\/span><\/p>\n

Unable to resist, I allow my errant hand to test her boundaries a little further.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wandering just beneath the edge of her swimsuit, I brush a fingertip lightly against the soft, delicate folds hidden beneath. Her breath hitches, eyelashes fluttering for the briefest of moments. It\u2019s probably a good thing I\u2019m wearing constrictive jeans \u2013 otherwise I\u2019d be pitching one hell of an impressive tent right about now.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou tell me. I\u2019m not the one with the raging boner, am I?\u201d Her gaze drops to the obvious bulge in my pants before sweeping back up to eye me with a smirk.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe not\u2026\u201d Leaning in closer to her, I lower my voice to a whisper. \u201c\u2026but I\u2019d bet the whole fucking farm that if I moved my fingers just a fraction of an inch, they\u2019d find one very wet and willing feline.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Smiling sweetly, she whispers back, \u201cAs far as I know, you don\u2019t own a farm. So if you want to keep those fingers attached to your hand, then I would suggest you take them out of my bathing suit right now, Mr. Bellamy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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I received this book from the author for an honest review.<\/p>\n

Holy funny!!\u00a0 I read the blurb and knew I needed this book!!<\/p>\n

This story is about Lean and Miles.\u00a0 Leah is a freak out over the 7th<\/sup> day of July.\u00a0 She feels that her birthday is totally a bad day.\u00a0 Now she totally has every reason to boycott her birthday but still she comes across totally nuts\u2026but in a good way!!<\/p>\n

Miles is her neighbor who happens to get caught with his pants down LITERALLY one night.\u00a0 Miles was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed his character.\u00a0 I guess you gotta be pretty awesome to handle the hot mess express of Leah!!\u00a0 LOL<\/p>\n

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