Beyond Series, book 3
Format: ebook, 300+ pages
Genre: Dystopian Romance, Erotic Romance
Year of release: 2013, August 26
My rating: 5 of 5 stars – Perfect Read
Blurb from Goodreads:
A woman with no future…
Live fast, die young–anything else is a fantasy for Six. She’s endured the worst the sectors had to throw at her, but falling in with Dallas O’Kane’s Sector Four gang lands her in a whole new world of danger. They’re completely open about everything, including their sexuality–but she hasn’t survived this long by making herself vulnerable. Especially not to men as dominant as Brendan Donnelly.
A man without a past…
Bren is a killer, trained in Eden and thrown to the sectors. His one outlet is pain, in the cage and in the bedroom, and emotion is a luxury he can’t afford–until he meets Six. Protecting her soothes him, but it isn’t enough. Her hunger for touch sparks a journey of erotic discovery where anything goes–voyeurism, flogging, rough sex. He has only one rule: he won’t share her.
In Bren’s arms, Six is finally free to let go. But his obsession with the man who made him a monster could destroy the fragile connection they’ve forged, and cost him the one thing that makes him feel human–her love.
The first pages immediately gave me that warm fuzzy feeling of coming home after a long trip far away. It’s been a while since I read BEYOND CONTROL and BEYOND DENIAL, as good as it was, was just a minor blip on the Beyond radar. But from the first few words it was like I finished the previous book only yesterday instead of 5 months ago. I was thrown back into this amazing world of eroticism, toughness and rawness I’ve come to crave with this series.
I loved the main couple of this book!. They were so good together, so broken together and so beautiful in finding solace, belonging, love and passion in each other. In Six I felt her longing and craving for safety and to belong. And then Bren, Brendan Donnelly, the name alone made me swoon… In Bren I saw the quite strength and his craving for physical pain to dull the emotional pain.
But it wasn’t just Bren and Six, it was the plot written around their romance that was so intricately interlaced with it. It was the other characters, main characters from the two previous books but also main characters whose books are yet to come. All these characters are larger than life and yet they only complemented Six and Bren and their story. They never overshadowed the couple that was supposed to star in this book and I loved that! It was the expanding of the world created in the first two books with new information and new characters. It was the filthy-dirty, oh-so-awesome sex scenes that will ruin your panties. And it was everything combined. I have no words for how much I loved this book and how much I love this series!
This series is one of the few erotic romance series where the books mesmerize me so profoundly I’m lost in them and completely oblivious to my surroundings or time. When I read the Beyond books I’m right there, in the Sectors, in the Broken Circle, in the warehouse, in the garage. I’m there with the characters, feeling what they are feeling, being angry and sad on their behalf, being aroused to the point of overheating at their dirty, dirty way of loving each other.
BEYOND PAIN is another amazing installment in this series that has taken hold of my heart. If you would have told me 6 months ago that I was going to enjoy reading an erotic romance series set in a dystopian world, with love scenes that consist of multiple partners who are all not in a committed relationship together, with female on female and male on male sexiness, I’d have laughed in your face. And yet here I am, confessing that this is one of my very favorite erotic romance series because it is written in a way that it just works for me. Despite the dystopian world, a world I have grown to love. Despite the f/f and m/m sex because it belongs in that world, a world that just wouldn’t be right without it and the books wouldn’t be so amazing without it. Kudos to Kit Rocha for accomplishing this feat very few authors can.
Now bring me BEYOND JEALOUSY because, man…I cannot wait for that story to unfold!
And those of you who love erotic romance and haven’t read this series yet, what the F are you waiting for? Go. Buy. Now. Run!
- Bren and Six at Cruz and Trix’s celebration party > OMG, the build-up is off the charts!
– the scene with Lex, Rachel, Dallas, Six and Bren after the cage fight with Elvis > Am I still breathing? That was beyond hot in so many ways!
– Ace flogging Bren > OMG OMG OMG, that’s all…
[Bren]“You’ve had a lot of kids come through here. How broken is too broken? How do you know what you can’t fix?”
Coop didn’t answer right away. He twisted the beer bottle in his hand, staring at the label as he picked away at the edge. “No one’s too broken. But you can’t fix a damn thing. All you can do is figure out which ones want to fix themselves, then give them the tools to get the job done.”
Her heart pounded as the full import of his words slipped through her. The precarious balance of their relationship had tilted. He’d given her the power to ask for more, had painted a magical picture with deceptively innocent words.
The sudden burn in her chest scared her. It wasn’t arousal, but something far more insidious, more dangerous. Affection, digging hooks into the painful scars on her heart, and she had to laugh it off to keep from flinging his hand away and bolting.
His loose pants rode low on his hips. She traced her fingertips above the waistband, reveling in the way his muscles tensed under her touch. This had to be the way the O’Kane women felt when they were on their knees, smug and drunk on the power of watching big tough men pretend they were issuing orders instead of begging.
She’d suck him all night if it meant listening to careful, perfectly controlled Brendan Donnelly rasp out crude commands that made his voice shake. Each groan gave her power, even as it hollowed her out. She was wet and aching, half hoping he’d put his fingers in her and get her off.
This was what she’d never known enough to crave before, the thing the O’Kanes exchanged as casually as words. Affection and warmth, the quiet sensual pleasure of warm skin and his hand in her hair. She could rub her cheek against Bren’s chest and close her eyes, and every touch would be a reminder that she wasn’t alone.
Orgasm didn’t slam into her. It built in slow motion, the promise of it hanging sweet in the air as she clenched in anticipation. Then Bren groaned, and she knew she was squeezing him again, but she needed more than the slick sound of him plunging into her and their panting breaths. She needed that voice, stripped of its bland control, growling obscenities about the things he’d do to her.
“You don’t want to own my body,” she said, the words hesitant, almost a question. “You want me to give it to you, every damn time.”
The expression of gentle wonder made his dick ache. “Every time.”
“Because it belongs to me.” She scratched him, streaking gentle lines of pain in her wake. “It’s mine.”
“Yours.” He pulled open the button and the zipper on her pants and urged the fabric down, off her ass. “Give it to me.”
“Tell me what you’re gonna do with it,” she challenged. “It better be dirty. It better be filthy.”
If the party room was expansive debauchery, this room was…distilled. The hard liquor of fucking. Sin on the rocks.