Tool by Sabrina Paige

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im “Tool” because he’s a dick.

Gaige O’Neal is nicknamed “Tool” because of what he’s packing. Rumor is that he’s well equipped.
He’s a cocky, entitled, insufferable a**hole who’s as reckless with women as he is with that stupid motorcycle he races.
It’s been four years since I’ve seen him. Four years ago, he was the bane of my existence. And my best friend, my biggest confidant, my first love.
My stepbrother.
It’s just my f**ing luck that the first time I see him in four years, he’s buried beneath three scantily clad blondes.
Now I’m stuck here under the same roof with him while he recovers from a racing injury. An injury that clearly hasn’t affected the use of his tool.
The problem is, as much as I despise him, I just can’t help myself. I want to find out what kind of tool he’s working with.
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Tanya Rae’s Review:

I just finished Tool by Sabrina Paige. I really enjoyed this book. Of course it has an HEA which makes me love it even more! This is Gaige’s & Delaney’s story. Their relationship is that they are stepbrother and stepsister. A Taboo romance. I am still not quite sure why this is so taboo. They aren’t actually related but many would think it is taboo. Although, Tool is the second book in the Stepbrother Romance series it is a standalone. Which is rare these days with so many series and it was nice to read a book with an ending. Although, don’t get me wrong I do love to read all about all the characters that are in a Series. It is just nice every once and a while to read a book and not feel a dread for the ending and to know that I will have to wait for the next book. Well with Tool you won’t have to!
I received this ARC for an honest review. I give Tool 4.5 OOOOo’s (O’s for Orgasms)

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Theresa Martin’s Review:

I really love this book! Gaige and Delaney are great in this story. He’s the badass and she’s the sweet daughter of Gaige’s stepfather. Neither fit so neatly in those boxes. They’ve been attracted to one another for years, and when Delaney comes to work for her father, after being away for 4 years, they realize that the attraction is still there. They push ether’s buttons, and eventually have to confront their feelings for each other.You feel the pull between these two from the start. As the story continues, you get to see inside them, and the issues they have, least of which is the two of them getting together. This is a standalone, and there is an HEA, but the journey to their ending is an interesting one.

This is the second book in the Stepbrother Romance series, but is a standalone. I received this ARC for an honest review, and I give it 4½ O’s. (O’s for Orgasms)

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Delaney doesn’t take her eyes off mine, and I watch as something changes in her expression. A look of resolve, I think. She reaches inside my pants and wraps her hand around my cock. “Then what do
you want?” she asks. Her voice is low, breathy, and she looks up at me, her eyes wide.
“I want whatever the hell makes you keep doing what you’re doing,” I say as she slides her hand up my shaft, her touch light as a feather. When she reaches the tip, she stops, her thumb rolling over the surface of the head, finding the tiny drop of pre-cum that beads at the tip.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Gaige” she whispers. “I don’t know what we’re doing.”
“You’re always too much in your head, darlin’,” I say, kicking off my shoes and sliding my jeans down over my ass. “So just stop thinking. Take off those fucking clothes before I tear them off you.”
Delaney’s eyes get big again. “Do you just order women around like that?” she asks. “Is that your thing?”
“My thing? Fuck. I’m naked and you’re still standing there talking,” I say. “I will rip your clothes off. Try me. It’s not an idle threat.”

“So girls just do what you tell them to do?” she asks. But both of her hands are on the hem of that silky-as-hell shirt of hers, paused as if she’s deciding whether or not to strip. I’m going to make that decision real fucking easy, because I’m not playing any more.

“Stop talking,” I say, my hand on the base of my cock. “Take.
Off. Your. Goddamn. Clothes. Now.” I punctuate each word for emphasis, and I swear to all that is holy, I am very close to tearing open her clothes like a wild animal. I’ve waited long enough for her. Four years. Four years and three months. Four years and three months and nine days.
Delaney starts to lift her shirt, but she’s too slow, and I reach for the material, yanking it over her head in one swoop. Her hair spills down her shoulders, strands tumbling down her breasts. Taking a handful of hair at the nape of her neck, I yank her roughly against my hardness. When she moans, it’s almost my undoing.
I kiss her, and it’s nothing like the other times I’ve put my lips against hers. All of those kisses were just a prelude to this. This is the real deal. That rush I get when I’m racing is like nothing compared to my tongue in Delaney’s mouth, my hand cupping her breast and feeling her melt against me. It sends adrenaline coursing through my veins, the rush of arousal better than any other high in the world.
Delaney gasps when I finally take my mouth off hers. “Hell, Gaige,” she whispers, putting her fingers to her lips.

“Shit, you ain’t seen nothing yet, darlin’,” I tell her. It’s part promise and part warning. I’m not sure what this girl is going to do tome. I think she might fucking destroy me.

 

Sabrina Paige writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha males who love them. Outlaw bikers, cowboys, and military men make her
swoon. She has found her own happily ever after with her active duty military husband and adorable toddler.

 

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