Nom de Plume Rating: ★★★★★
Reading Time: 5 minutes
*FTC Disclaimer: I received a copy of The Wilde Touch from Stoni Alexander in exchange for an honest review. I have in no way been influenced by the author and/or publisher’s generosity. You can’t fake these stars, baby!
Looks can be deceiving…
Emmy-winning journalist Alexandra Reed returns to the DC area with two goals in mind—care for her ailing mom and steer clear of devastatingly handsome Crockett Wilde. But the man who stole her heart, then broke it, is impossible to avoid. As her life spins out of control, she finds pleasure in her secret escape—a sex-play club. And that’s where things really heat up…
Tech CEO Crockett Wilde is at the top of his game, but beneath his calm surface lies a raging volcano. When he finds the monster who abducted his sister, he’ll unleash a decade of pain. The one person who can subdue his demons—beautiful, headstrong Alexandra—wants nothing to do with him. Yet he’s determined to set the record straight and not let the love of his life get away.
As Alexandra follows a trail of suspicious incidents at the kink club, Crockett seizes the opportunity to prove he’s not the bad guy she believes him to be. Together they unmask an underworld of evil. But their lives change in unimaginable ways the moment she goes missing.
First Line: “Alexandra Reed turned from her stoic guest and stared into the lens of Camera One. ‘I’m Alexandra Reed. For everyone here at LA After Dark, thank you for joining us.’ She smiled. ‘Good night.'”
First of all, do you SEE that cover? Am I drooling? Yes. I want to call up the plumber and let’s pray he looks like THAT! 😏
After spending what seemed like hours staring at the cover—wanting to climb up the ladder of his abs—I finally started reading this book.
Err. Mer. Gurd. Friends, I could not put The Wilde Touch down. Forget the plumber, these characters are insatiable. I didn’t know what to expect, but I certainly wasn’t expecting to have my heart shredded with a cheese grater…and enjoy it.
I have created a new category for this book (you all know I love to categorize my men). This one is a Category 5: WTF Just Happened.
What does a girl do when her heart gets broken? She gets her hustle on in kinky night clubs with masked men…except the only Zorro in this novel is Crockett…and he’s the exact reason she’s broken in the first place.
Alexandra and Crockett once shared a love—so she thought. Of course, Crockett just had to go and cut up her heart with a pair of dull zig-zag crafting scissors. Now, she holds men at a distance. And rightly so! Gag! Crockett makes me sick!
After years of going through the motions of life, Alex runs into the man who ruined her. Her and Crockett are suddenly tossed into a steaming pot of SEXY and Alex inevitably repeats the mistakes of her past…multiple times. Her and Crockett have absolutely no problem making up for lost time here, but there’s trouble in the air and it seems to be following Alex like a dark cloud waiting to rain havoc on her.
Alex resists, Crockett persists. Oh how the tables have turned in this sort-of-relationship. Are they in a relationship? Does limbo count on the journey toward Forever?
I’m not quite sure, but Crockett sure seems to think so.
How would he react if she slinked her hands over his biceps? She peeked at him and her breath caught. Long red scratches marred his shoulders. “Wow, you’ve been clawed.”
“And I loved every second of you.” His deep voice rumbled through her and her insides clenched.
Crockett is delusional if he thinks Alex will actually commit to him. She’s not really looking for round two. I mean…come ON. But there is heartbreak, my friends. Don’t think for a second their “relationship” is safe. We fall into a deep—very deep—abyss as their story slowly unravels and we get equal tastes of the present and the past.
Her sad smile shredded him. Falling in love shouldn’t be filled with so much angst.
Gaawd and I haven’t even talked about the other conflict that floods this book! I’m done for. There’s mystery at the club, Alex goes missing…aye…the hollow spot in my chest aches just thinking about the layers upon layers of fallacy.
Crockett seems to think that Alex has the magic touch, but I’m convinced Stoni does black magic. It’s the only explanation as to why this book is so incredible.
The Wilde Touch is romance masked in darkness and mystery. It’s like a vivid dream come to life—but better. I was Alexandra. I was Crockett. I felt every word and every emotion as I followed each of their perspectives. I wanted to wallow in self-pity, fight for love and rip my shirt off right along with them. Yes, I just went there.
I was completely exposed as Alex and Crockett floundered through this fog—a fog they each had a part in manifesting. But slowly, and unexpectedly, this blanket lifted and I wanted nothing more than to read the book again…so I did. Oh and it’s even more immaculate the second time.
5 stars for Stoni.
**Thank you from NDP**