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Reviews
Here are what reviewers are saying about DANGEROUS AS SIN...
DANGEROUS AS SIN "is a heady blend of historical romance, deadly mystery and deep betrayals. Add to that, a dash of the paranormal and you have one heck of a book.”
—Fallen Angel Reviews
“...With its well-drawn characters embarking on a journey of passion and danger, Rickloff’s latest will enthrall readers.”
—Romantic Times
“... Rickloff weaves history, magic and danger together with passion and desire to produce a novel that will keep you turning the pages long into the night.”
—SingleTitles.com
“DANGEROUS AS SIN is an intense game of cat and mouse.”
—Romance Junkies
“Readers will be totally captivated with this striking and highly intense story.”
—Wild On Books
“...This is one exciting read that will never leave you bored.
—Coffee Time Romance
“... DANGEROUS AS SIN is a worthy sequel to the author's debut novel LOST IN YOU.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“There are no wasted moments in this intriguing story, every detail draws you in and keeps you reading!”
—The Romance Reader’s Connection
“Alix Rickloff writes a fast-paced, intriguing plotline which is full of twists and turns...”
—Once Upon a Romance
“Rickloff deftly blends equal measures of danger and desire into the intriguing plot of her latest paranormal-spiced, splendidly satisfying historical Regency.”
—John Charles, Chicago Tribune
“Alix Rickloff has penned a magical novel with DANGEROUS AS SIN”
—Joyfully Reviewed
Excerpt from Dangerous As Sin
“Morgan,” Cam’s steel-blade gaze softened. “I said. Thank you.” There was no attitude behind the words. He meant it. And that confused her more than anything that had gone before.
Her stomach did that uncomfortable tumbling again. She felt as if she’d passed a test. Gained his approval. But when had Cam’s good opinion become so important? And what would he think of her when he found she’d been lying to him? Keeping secrets?
Cam’s hand rested on the table. Close enough that she could brush it if she wanted and it would look like an accident. The long, clever fingers, absent of any adornment—not even a signet ring. The faint scar across three knuckles he’d told her he got from a fishhook when he was nine.
There was strength in those hands. There had to have been to fight and survive as he had on the bloody heights around Toulouse. Salamanca. Badajoz. And dozens of other battlefields through six long years. And yet those same hands could bring her to climax with the gentlest of touches. Play her body until she cried for release.
She shifted in her seat. Wished she had something as strong in her glass as Cam’s whiskey. She needed to get a hold of herself. Cam was just using her. Like he’d done last winter. Like he’d do again in a heartbeat. But she was ready this time. On her guard.
And there was no way in this world—or any other—that Cam was going to sneak his way back into her bed—or her life. They’d find Neuvarvaan. Restore it to the Fey and go their separate ways. Period.
She snatched another look at him, but this time he caught her. And she couldn’t look away. His face held a wistful, faraway expression but his eyes had grown dark as slate. A purpose in them lost to even her powers.
She threw herself to her feet. Left the table. Cam’s intense gaze boring into her back.
Distance, her final refuge. |
