Wedlocked (PresLocke #3) by Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine #BookReview #excerpt
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This book, the final story in the contemporary gay romance PresLocke series, is a celebration of love and friends and happiness. After all they’ve been through in the series (and in their lives before that), Wedlocked is their (and their readers’) reward for sticking out the tough times and living on their own terms. The book isn’t very long—or maybe it’s just so darn happy that it passes in a flash—but some memorable characters from the authors’ other series make an appearance, and, of course, the big event finally happens…
“That is The Floridian. It’s near Disney, but as you can see, Ace, not a single princess in sight.”
“Is that an offer? Because usually you’re so uptight.”
“I can assure you he is pretty tight. Not something I will ever complain about,” I said, which earned me yet another growl.
“Don’t encourage her,” Ace said, then turned his attention back to the image on her phone. “That does look beautiful.”
There’s a sequence of scenes right in the middle of the book that gave me some serious warm fuzzies and made me want to run out and snatch up ALL the other books by these authors, just to meet the awesome crew of characters. Bet you’ve never seen a double bachelor party quite like this one!
Dylan sat back on his heels and grinned up at me like a fiend. He had a spot of mascarpone on his nose, and it made me groan to see him looking so fucking adorable after he’d just wreaked havoc on my body. The deviant was enjoying himself way too much torturing me. “You’re killing me, you know that, right?”
Dylan sucked on his lips as he got to his feet and unzipped his shorts. “Well, don’t die. I have plans for you.”
I swallowed as his shorts hit the floor and he kicked them aside, then I managed to ask, “What kind of plans?”
And these guys are as sexy as ever. The other books in the series features some seriously hot scenes, and the authors didn’t hold back in Wedlocked either. I wanted to make heart hands at this book in practically every chapter, whether for the steamy action or the melt-your-heart romance of it all.
I hugged him back, this man that had accepted me from the first moment he’d met me, no questions asked. He and Sunshine had hearts of gold and had raised the best man I’d ever known. And now here I was, the lucky bastard who’d get to spend the rest of my life with Dylan Prescott. And even more than that, I’d gained this incredible family in the process.
This book is pure, happy endorphins, a feel-good rush from start to finish. I actually cried at the end—for-real, happy tears. If you need a pick-me-up or just want to feel your heart fill up love, you must read this series! Don’t start with Wedlocked, though. If you’re new to Ace and Dylan, check out Aced instead!
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“SO YOU’RE GONNA want to keep your toes on the tail of the board and grip the rails under your chest like this,” Dylan said as he lay across the surfboard to show me the basics of his favorite pastime on the secluded stretch of beach. Not that I was paying much attention to the words coming out of his mouth. I was much more interested in the way his muscles flexed beneath the skintight Body Glove wetsuit he wore.
As he pushed himself up into a standing position, my gaze traveled down the broad expanse of his back and down to his ass.
“See how my dominant leg is in the back, and— Ace? Are you paying attention?”
“Mhmm,” I murmured as I bit down on my lower lip and continued my perusal.
Dylan turned to face me, and his hands went to his hips. “Oh yeah?” he said when I looked up. “What did I just say?”
Taking a step forward, I gave him a cocky grin and tugged him off the surfboard and onto the sand until he was flush against me. Then I let my hands roam down over the firm, round muscles of his ass. “Something about being a dominant in the back,” I said, nipping at his lobe. “So why don’t you turn around?”
A groan of frustration left Dylan then, but his head tilted to the side to let my lips trail down his neck. “You’re not gonna feel so cocky when you can’t get up on that board.”
“Oh, I can always get it up, don’t you worry.”
His hands covered my chest and he gently pushed me away. “How about you prove it, hotshot?” Then he pointed to the longboard I’d rented for the weekend. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done.”
“It’s more fun watching you.”
“Ace. Get your ass on that board.”
I squinted in the sun and grinned. “You gonna be this bossy all weekend?”
“If you’re lucky.”
I took a step back so I was by my board, and crossed my arms. I had my wetsuit on, but it was still undone and hanging around my hips while Dylan walked me through this process step by step, and my move had the desired effect. He rubbed a hand up the back of his neck and over his hair, leaving it tousled and oh so sexy.
“What?” I asked. “I’m back on my side of the board.”
“Don’t try and act innocent with me, Locke. I’m trying to teach you a new skill. One that will keep you from hurting yourself. And you’re standing there being all…” He waved his hand up and down, gesturing to my exposed upper body.
“See. Stop it,” he said, and then pointed to the board. “And zip up that damn wetsuit so I can’t see all your muscles.”
I arched a brow as I moved to slip my arms through the stretchy synthetic material, and when I reached for the zipper and pulled it up to the base of my skull, Dylan groaned.
“Okay, that’s almost worse than no wetsuit.”
“I’m sorry. You’re not checking me out, are you? Because you’re supposed to be paying close attention to teaching me something that could save my life,” I said as I turned around and made a show of bending down to get on the board.
“You having fun right now?” Dylan asked.
“Maybe a little.”
“Yeah, well, let’s hope that holds true when the wave dumps you on your ass.”
I let out a sigh and gripped the board just as he’d told me, because the truth of the matter was, I had never surfed a day in my life. I grew up in Chicago, for God’s sake. But Dylan, with his sun-kissed hair, long, lean body, and eyes the color of the sea, looked right at home with the sun shining down on him as his feet sank into the sand by my head.
“Let’s try this a couple more times here on land, and then we’ll get you out in the water. We won’t have you trying to stand up just yet. But if you can get the hang of at least catching the wave into the shore, we might be able to progress.” He crouched down and said, “Remember, toes on the tail of the board and grip the rails, and then push up.”
As I did as he instructed, I paused in the push-up position and was rewarded when he leaned in and took my lips in a sweet kiss.
“Again,” he whispered, and I moved back down to repeat the move, and this time when I paused, I was rewarded with a deeper kiss. When he pulled away too soon, I grumbled and he laughed, straightening. “Any more of that and we won’t make it into the water. On your feet, Locke, it’s time to hit the waves.”
About the authors
Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”
A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at ellafrank.com and on Facebook at facebook.com/ella.frank.author
Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips.
You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.
She is the author of Flash Point, a romantic suspense standalone, as well as the co-author of the erotic series, A Desperate Man, with Ella Frank. The latter has scarred her conservative southern family for life, bless their hearts. Licked, a romantic comedy, will be released November 11, 2015 and is the first in the L.A. Liaisons series.
If you’d like to get in touch with her, she’s easy to find – just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for ten years.