Title: Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys #1)
Author: Soraya Naomi
Genre: Erotic/Historical Romance
Genre: Erotic/Historical Romance
Publication Date: September 5th 2015
Plot: William Kade was a renowned fighter who fought hard and played dirty. He titillated all women and was rejected by none – he was an Original Bad Boy.
An orphan who came from nothing, William became a ruthless businessman who desired to build an empire from a gaming club and an illegal fight club with his best friend and mentor, Charles Lindon.
But when profits declined, Charles and William ventured into a new world and decided to open the first hardcore sex club in the U.S. More money was needed to expand their business; however, when debts of the gambling club weren’t being paid, they were forced to take drastic measures to secure a steady cash flow. Drastic measures that involved Ivy, a woman William already had unfinished business with. A woman that might be the only female that equally annoyed and intrigued him.
When William and Ivy start to play a game, the stakes become higher with each passing day until no one can find a sane way out anymore.
No one feels the depth of your pain, only your own heart.
A dark, erotic historical romance.
Book one of The Original Bad Boys series. All books in this series are standalones and can be read in random order.
From Soraya Naomi, Amazon Bestselling Author of the Mafia Romance, Chicago Syndicate series.
WARNING: contains dark, erotic content and violence.
An orphan who came from nothing, William became a ruthless businessman who desired to build an empire from a gaming club and an illegal fight club with his best friend and mentor, Charles Lindon.
But when profits declined, Charles and William ventured into a new world and decided to open the first hardcore sex club in the U.S. More money was needed to expand their business; however, when debts of the gambling club weren’t being paid, they were forced to take drastic measures to secure a steady cash flow. Drastic measures that involved Ivy, a woman William already had unfinished business with. A woman that might be the only female that equally annoyed and intrigued him.
When William and Ivy start to play a game, the stakes become higher with each passing day until no one can find a sane way out anymore.
No one feels the depth of your pain, only your own heart.
A dark, erotic historical romance.
Book one of The Original Bad Boys series. All books in this series are standalones and can be read in random order.
From Soraya Naomi, Amazon Bestselling Author of the Mafia Romance, Chicago Syndicate series.
WARNING: contains dark, erotic content and violence.
☆✮ My Review ✮☆
☆ I received an ARC via Give Me Books in exchange for an honest review. Thank you! ☆
I have mixed feelings about this one. The story, itself, was interesting and intriguing.
But, the writing in the beginning was really rough, and, I just could not connect with either of the protagonists.
In an entirety, the vibe I got while reading was "misplaced." Things just didn't click, everything seemed a little rift-raft and over dramatic or over the top, and *I can't believe I'm going to say this,* but there was way too much sex for my taste!! Ugh. Made me at times, skip, or skim over from period to period.
I wanted more development and progression within this story, as well as, a tint of realism embedded in the plot and characters.
Maybe it's just me, but, I could not picture a character such as William during 1900 and the language/ way of speaking he and the rest of the cast used. It just didn't match the time period.
Sorry, if I'm being a little harsh and critical, but these were the inklings of what were going through my mind while I was reading.
All in all though, I suspect most would greedily eat this novel up but it was a toss up for me.
I have mixed feelings about this one. The story, itself, was interesting and intriguing.
But, the writing in the beginning was really rough, and, I just could not connect with either of the protagonists.
In an entirety, the vibe I got while reading was "misplaced." Things just didn't click, everything seemed a little rift-raft and over dramatic or over the top, and *I can't believe I'm going to say this,* but there was way too much sex for my taste!! Ugh. Made me at times, skip, or skim over from period to period.
I wanted more development and progression within this story, as well as, a tint of realism embedded in the plot and characters.
Maybe it's just me, but, I could not picture a character such as William during 1900 and the language/ way of speaking he and the rest of the cast used. It just didn't match the time period.
Sorry, if I'm being a little harsh and critical, but these were the inklings of what were going through my mind while I was reading.
All in all though, I suspect most would greedily eat this novel up but it was a toss up for me.
My Rating:
♥♥♥♥
☆✮ Excerpt ✮☆
She rolled her eyes. “Mr. Kade, please just leave me alone after this dance. You bore me to no end.”
“Liar,” he said softly with an icy bite. “I don’t bore you, and my dear Ivy, you do the exact opposite to me.” He drew her even closer to him. “Don’t tempt me.” An amused warning was directed at her.
“How am I tempting you?” she threw back with an absolute bothered countenance.
He gave her a dark, jaded smile and didn’t answer her since he didn’t comprehend himself how she was tempting him. William was having a lot of trouble melting this ice princess, and why he’d actually asked her to dance in the first place evaded him right now. She was exasperating; why did she have an aversion to him? It surprised him that he possessed such an infatuation for this perfect stranger.
As he took in her delicate features, he remembered why he’d asked her to dance. She was oblivious to how she shimmered with an innate sensuality. There was something in her sky-blue eyes that betrayed a hidden desire, or fear. He couldn’t quite make out which one, and usually, he could read people easily because Charles had taught William to notice and how to interpret people’s mannerisms. And he still didn’t know her age but guessed she must be eighteen or nineteen.
Finally, when some of the other guests started to watch their closeness, William allowed her to take a small step back, and he ended their dance in uncomfortable silence. He escorted Ivy away from the crowded dance floor as people kept brushing past him and decided he’d had enough of teasing her.
“My lady.” He bowed slightly and winked, detecting a small twitch in her pretty pink lips.
She inclined her chin, and he turned, feeling her gaze burning into his back as he walked away, toward Charles on the other side of the room.
William was unsure how he felt about their odd encounters, and he couldn’t refrain from looking back one more time. Ivy had a full grin on her face, causing William to frown at this weird woman. He shook his head and joined Charles; however, before he could even open his mouth, there was an uproar among a few of the couples who were dancing nearby.
William and Charles scrutinized the commotion.
The musicians kept playing, but a stream of couples moved to the side, and one man’s voice came booming over the music, “Who took it? No one leaves this ballroom! I knew I felt something a few minutes ago!” Said gentleman was checking all his pockets.
As William watched the man, a strange sensation came over him, and he searched for Ivy, who was now holding a tall glass in her hand, staring at him. There was something in the way she was smirking at him that made him check his own inside jacket pocket, and he was completely surprised to find a lightweight wallet in there – one that was not his.
He muttered under his breath, “Are you kidding me?!”
William glared back at Ivy while gritting his teeth; he couldn’t believe she’d just set him up.
“William.” Charles regarded him with narrowed eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“She fucking set me up!”
The crease in Charles’s forehead deepened as he stepped closer to William so no one overheard their words. “What are you talking about?”
“Ivy,” he snarled and touched his breast pocket, “stole the wallet and planted it in my pocket.”
☆✮ About the Author ✮☆
I was born in South America in 1984 and raised in Europe where I presently reside with my fiancé.
I read many genres but favour intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don’t secretly want to be kidnapped, though!
My book shelves contain all my favorite books: Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons, The Dark Duet by CJ Roberts, Anna Karenina, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Three Musketeers, Lés Miserables, The DaVinci Code, Love me with Lies series by Tarryn Fisher, The Bet by Francette Phal, Jane’s Melody by Ryan Winfield, Finding Anna series by Sherri Hayes, Slammed series and Hopeless by Colleen Hoover, Evan Arden series by Shay Savage, The Estate series by M.S. Willis, The Fault in our Stars by John Green, Forbidden by Tabitha Suzuma, After the Night by Linda Howard, Lisa Kleypas, In the Company of Killers by J.A. Redmerski, Tristan and Danika by R.K. Lilley, The Godfather by Mario Puzo, Sempre by J.M. Darhower, Pulled by A.L. Jackson, More Than This series by Jay McLean, Fever series by Karen Marie Moning, There is no light in Darkness by Claire Contreras, Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, Shhh… by Jettie Woodruff, Seduce by Missy Johnson and so many more….
I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often. And I absolutely love to wear dresses; I rarely wear pants – true story!
My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honoured that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.
There are books full of great writing that don’t have very good stories. Read sometimes for the story… don’t be like the book-snobs who won’t do that. Read sometimes for the words–the language. Don’t be like the play-it-safers who won’t do that. But when you find a book that has both a good story and good words, treasure that book. – Stephen King
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