30 Days to Syn
By: Charlotte Boyett-Compo
ISBN 9781419948596
Book Length Super Plus Novel
Publisher Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Format Ebook
Imprint: Romantica®
Line: Moderne
Themes: BDSM Elements
Availability: Dec 27, 2013
Synjyn McGregor is a shark—a very wealthy shark from Down
Under—and his bite could prove to be her undoing. But Lina is determined she
isn’t going to allow him to get away. The length of employment might read
thirty nights, but she suspects he is fishing for something more.
Synjyn needs a woman who will love him—mentally and
physically—as never before. A woman whose touch will not only put the
billionaire in his place but keep him there…begging for more. He will quickly
realize Lina is made for Syn.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Charlotte "Charlee" Boyett~Compo began her writing career as an entertainment editor for one of millionaire Warren Buffett's Sun newspapers in Omaha, NE in the early 1970s. Her first novel, The Keeper of the Wind, was released in mass market paperback in 1996. In 1998, BloodWind, NightWind, In the Wind's Eye, Prince of the Wind, WindFall, and WindChance were released a month apart. Since then, she has had over 70 novels published in print and e-book format. There are over twenty of her titles available in Kindle format. She writes for Cerridwen Press, Ellora's Cave, New Concepts Publishing, Phaze Books, Ravenous Romance, and Samhain Publishing. Her website...located at www.windlegends.org...has over 900 reviews of her novels plus synopses and excerpts from her 70+ works.
Charlee writes in the speculative fiction genre with a heavy emphasis on dark fantasy, paranormal romance, and SF/futuristic. Her signature Reaper series of novels have a large fan following. Vampire/werewolf hybrids, Reapers are tall, dark, and handsome tortured heroes with black hair and amber eyes. You can find her Reapers in the WindVerse, WindWorld, DemonWind, and WesternWind series of novels. The award-winning novels all have the word 'wind' in the title in some form or other as a tribute to her husband, Tom: the wind beneath her wings and the love of her life.
Adopted at birth, she was born in Sarasota, FL but was raised in Colquitt and Albany, GA. Because of this, she proudly labels herself a Sunshine Cracker. Married 43 years to her high school sweetheart, she became a widow on April 18, 2009 when her beloved husband...known affectionately to her fans as Buddha Belly...passed away from lung and brain cancer due to exposure to Agent Orange during his tours of duty in Vietnam in the late 1960s. Their two sons, Pete and Mike as well as Pete's son and daughter, Preston and Victoria, live with her in the Heartland of America. The willing caretaker of ten indoor felines, she spends her free time reading, writing, and cleaning litter pans.
Favorite Quotes
Well, you can’t,” she said.
“Sucks to be me,” he
grumbled.
She laughed despite
the fact she was still put out with him. “Yes it does.”
“I hurt, Melina.”
“Turn over on your
side and let me rub your neck. That always helps…”
“I’d rather you
rubbed my cock,” he said.
“That won’t help
your headache,” she said.
“It’ll help one of
them,” he responded.
“Behave,” she said,
warming to his sense of humor.
“I’m better when I’m
bad,” he said but he turned to his side, sighing as she put her hands on his
neck.
“You’re as tight as
a drum,” she said, massaging the tense muscles.
“I’ll bet you are,
too.”
She giggled. “Stop
it,” she ordered. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I’m engorged,” he
said with a snicker.
“Just hush. I mean
it.”
He was quiet as she
gently but firmly kneaded the rigid column of his neck. A soft knock at the
door turned her head toward the sound. “That was quick.”
“He lives nearby,”
he mumbled, his lips against the pillow.
She got up, opened
the door and found a man who bore a close resemblance to Jono standing in the
hall.
“If you’re here that
means he’s really hurting,” the man said and she stepped aside to allow him to
enter with his little black bag. “Did he chunder?”
“I’m sorry, what?”
she asked.
“Did he puke?” the
doctor clarified.
“I don’t know,” she
answered.
“Yeah,” he said from
the bed. “I puked up tons of shit.”
“Then stop eating
shit,” the man said. “I’ve warned you about that.”
She bit her lip to
keep from laughing at the exchange as she walked back to the bed. He was once
again lying on his back with his knees up, arm over his eyes. “I hurt, bro,” he
said.
“On a scale of one
to ten?” the doctor asked.
“Fifty,” he replied.
“I wish you’d learn
to count. They have classes for that you know. What brought this one on?”
“Piss-assed Māori
wankers who ask stupid fucking questions.”
“Bugger off,” the
man said as he put his bag on the bed and opened it. “I ought to let you suffer,
you knob head.” He rummaged in the bag and pulled out a syringe and a glass
bottle.
“What do you give
him?” she asked.
“Demerol for the
pain and Vistaril for the nausea.” He glanced at her after he filled the
syringe. “Why?” He tossed the bottle back in his bag and pulled out another,
adding that liquid to what he’d just drawn up.
“Just curious,” she
said. “I get the same meds when I have to go in to the ER.”
“Huh,” Craig
grunted. “A match made in heaven. Unbutton your jeans and turn your arse over,
Synnie.”
He did as he was
ordered, groaning as he rolled over.
“Pull his pants down
a bit, will ya, love?” Craig asked.
“She’s been wanting
to do that all night,” he said with a smirk
“Will you please
stop?” she asked.
“Unfortunately, he
doesn’t have a stop button,” Craig said. “I’ve looked.”
“Limp dick,” he
growled.
“Asswipe,” Craig
returned.
She tugged the
waistband of the jeans down his hip and held it in place as Craig stabbed the
needle into his patient’s ass as though he was throwing a dart.
“Fuck, Craigie!” he
cried out, flinching. “That hurt!”
“Fuck, Synnie, you
knew it was going to.”
“Fuck.”
“Stop being such a
pussy,” Craig told him.
This book was given to me in exchange for an honest review.
This was a good book and has some really interesting verbal communication.
There were moments where you wanted to laugh and there were moments where you
wanted to cover your ears. This is a
story about Synjyn who is a billionaire and has seen his share heartache and
abuse. He puts an ad in the paper
stating he is willing to pay an American woman to in engage in domination
roleplay, for 30 consecutive days. He wants her to be a virgin and at the end
of the 30 days he will give her 1 million dollars.
Melina is barely making ends meet and now her brother who is
paralyzed and doesn’t remember his own sister is being removed for the state
home and she is going to have to pay for his care now. So she finally answers
the ad and must now spend her evenings with Synjyn( Kiwi) but what neither of
them expected was to fall in love and that is exactly what happen. But will Synjyn’s past destroy every bit of
trust he has earned with her? Or will another destroy what they have worked so
hard to build?
FOUR BONDED ANGELS
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