Trashy Foreplay by Gemma James is LIVE!
Scandalous. Shameful. TRASHY.
Never flirt with temptation.
Never lust after what I can’t have.
And never, under any circumstances, screw a married man again.
By the time this story is told, I’ll have failed at all three…
With my heart and reputation in ruins, I can’t afford to make another mistake. Boarding a flight to Seattle is supposed to give me a clean slate, but from the moment Cash Montgomery slides into the seat next to mine, I’m captivated by his steel eyes that see too much. I ache for this stranger in a way I’ve never ached for anyone.
But I didn’t know he was married, and I sure as hell didn’t see the curveball fate had in store. My clean slate in Seattle isn’t so clean after all because my new boss is the man forbidden to me.
And the only man I want.
The only man I’ll do anything for, even if it means breaking the promise I made to myself when I fled my old life in shame.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for a married man, but I did.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Though the subject matter deals with cheating, there are no innocent parties here. Book 1 in the Trashy Affair series.
Reviewed by Klaire Sutherland on behalf of KFF
Oh my word, Gemma James…what did you write lady?
When I signed up for Trashy Foreplay, I did so with great trepidation. The last book I read from Gemma James was from the Condemned series; dark, twisty books that assuaged my palette for reading. I loved those books, and still they remain among one of my favourite series. I was wary about reading her New Adult work in case it disappointed. I knew it was different but the irresistible pull of this author, and the way she writes, pulled me in.
I hoovered the first chapter, falling in love again with the way this author so eloquently writes. I was immersed in the feels and the emotions that were emoted through her character, Jules, who we meet first. Then in walks Cash, equally emotive and just as devastated as Jules. From the moment they meet, you feel it, and you just know Trashy Foreplay is going to drag you through the ringer. There’s nothing trashy about this novel. Nothing. I’m not recapping the story here, you need to read it and make up your own mind.
From a technical point of view, Trashy Foreplay is as cliched and overdone as you can get. But Gemma James takes the plot and absolutely owns it, makes it her own. The book put me a little in mind of Mo Mabie’s Bait. That’s not to say it’s a carbon copy, because it’s not, the book is so far from it. However, Gemma James writes some exquisite angst that rivals Bait, another book I loved for this very reason. I fought to find the right words to describe how I felt through many of the chapters. Watching Jules and Cash struggle had me feeling hopeless on occasions. Despair – it’s the only word to sum up a large portion of my feelings while reading.
We have to talk cliff hangers – because Trashy Foreplay has one. It’s quick. There’s a phenomenal high, luring the reader into a false sense of security – them boom! It all comes tumbling down in true cliffy style. And this is where my 4.5 review comes in. Trashy Foreplay was riding the coat tails of five shiny stars until the very last sentence. Not because it was a cliff hanger, no. I love a good one. More so the fact that I felt it was weak, too tame and didn’t seem in keeping with the book. Any other author and I’d say they lacked courage to pull out the big guns but not this author. Gemma James has the guts to twist a reader sideways and isn’t afraid to do it, nor think twice. So, the cliff hanger confused me until I sat and thought about it in terms of follow through to the next book. I get it, I do. There’s much more to that story thread. Still, it didn’t sit so well with me.
Trashy Foreplay is a book you will devour and despair over. Gemma James stabs her inked pen into your heart a time or two before you reach the end. I understand why this book was difficult to write but boy, oh boy did the author absolutely nail it. If you pick up on the subtle hints and twists woven between the obvious then you’ve done well and I see no reason why you won’t be champing at the bit for round two. I know I am.
Highly recommended for the angst, the flair, the beauty of Gemma James words bringing this story to light. Sublimely seductive. I hope you enjoy as much as I did.
I go perfectly still as his arm snakes around me from behind. A warm palm flattens against my stomach, and the tips of his fingers inch beneath the waistband of my jeans. Everything south of that tempting hand flares to life, setting off a deep ache I know only he can fix.
Pulling me against his body, he leans down and whispers into my ear. “Watching him touch you is killing me.”
“Knowing you’re married is killing me.”
He curses under his breath. A hint of his woodsy cologne, along with the sweet aroma of bourbon fills my nostrils.
“Have you been drinking?”
“Maybe a little.” He whirls me around until we’re face-to-face, and my heart flutters in my throat as he tightens his arms around me. “Come upstairs with me.”
His proximity riots through me, the heat of his body sizzling all the way to my fucking toes. We fall into a lazy sway, dancing but not quite, and for a crazy second, I consider following him to the VIP area in the loft. As far as I can tell it’s empty unless a stray couple is hiding in the shadows in the very back. I doubt it though. The club is vibrating with restless energy as everyone crowds the first floor in anticipation of the concert.
“Look at me, Jules.”
His words jolt me to awareness, and I realize I’m staring at his chest. I curl my hands into fists at my sides, too tempted to run my palms down that broad expanse hiding underneath cotton. I bet it’s the softest material on the planet, but I won’t find out because I’m not going there.
Not. Gonna. Do. It.
Because I have zero control right now, and we’re standing in the middle of a busy club with God-knows-who watching. And if I do touch him…I might not stop.
“Jules,” he murmurs. “Bring those gorgeous eyes up here.”
I lift my chin and dive headfirst into the fire of his gaze. His eyes are a smoldering, liquid steel. “Cash…please…”
“Don’t make me want to give in. You’re married.” My voice cracks on that ugly word.
“My marriage is a sham.”
“Your marriage is your business.” I grip his arms, intending to push him away. But somewhere along the way, my brain gets its wires crossed, and I end up curling my fingers around his biceps. God, he’s built—solid man through and through.
“I disagree,” he says, dipping his head until our mouths linger a hairsbreadth from each other. “Everything about me is very much your business.”
“Because I can’t feel this way about you without it being your business.”
About the Author:
Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”
She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.