Published by Self-published Genres: Dark Erotic, Erotica, Romance
Book Title: Another Brush Stroke (The Carnal Exhibitions)
Author: LW Barefoot
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: Nov 11, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Harper’s running from her broken past. Haunted and tormented with the echo of the infamous Sculptor’s words and the scars his knife left behind.
Evan Hawthorne always gets what he wants. His latest craving is the gorgeous, but elusive artist, Harper. His sexual tastes are not for the faint of heart, but he instinctively knows that Harper is exactly who he’s been searching for. Her fate is sealed, but Evan’s not the only one intrigued and desperate to break Harper out of her shell… or just break her.
Renee’s Five Star Review
I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review for Stephanie’s Book Reports.
Another Brush Stroke is the first book in The Carnal Exhibitions series by LW Barefoot. Be warned though this book is dark and twisted.
Harper has been through hell. Seen the devil himself and survived. Now a famous artist she lives in terror of The Sculptor with her best friend Jamie. Jamie is Harper’s best friend since they survived foster care together and he along with her dog Rufus. Jamie having landed his dream job is having a celebration, from the moment Harper and Evans eyes meet she is instantly drawn to him. Ashamed of her body and mentally damaged byThe Sculptor can Harper open her heart to Evan.
Evan Hawthorne is a serious mysterious business man who is attracted to Harper the second he lays eyes on her. He must have her. All of her. Evan though likes to inflict pain and has never met his match in a partner. He sees something in Harper that instantly makes him know she’s perfect for him. Evan though carries around secrets. Big life altering secrets but has sworn to protect Harper. They say there is a fine line between pleasure and pain, but Evan hopes to help Harper heal. Can he get Harper to trust him enough to let him in?
Can I just take a minute and say holy freaking wow!!!! This book blew me away. I devoured it in a day. I’m now left with many questions and my mind swirling in a million different directions. I think my brain actually hurts from thinking and trying to fortune this book out. The twist and turns will have you on e edge of your seat and you definitely will not want to out it down. This is a hard review to write because I’m terrified I will say something I shouldn’t and ruin it. This book is best experienced and what an experience it is. You know from the beginning this is a series so don’t expect an ending and be prepared with e next two book. I’m so glad they are out or I’d be having a fit. I’m a huge fan of dark and twisted and this book blew me away. I’m loving this series and can’t wait for more.
LW Barefoot has blown me away. I don’t knew where she got the inspiration for this story and quiet frankly I’d be a little scared to know.
*I was given a copy of this book by the publisher in exchange for an honest review
**Carla’s Four Star Review**
I really enjoy dark reads, so it was no surprise that I found this book very appealing. This story line grabbed me from the very beginning and kept my attention right up until the end. Poor Casey aka “Harper” has literally stared into the eyes of the devil himself and lived to tell about it. After surviving a brutal situation, she is left with both physical as well as emotional scars. She doesn’t have any real family, and she has no idea who she can or can’t trust.
This story is beyond addicting! It was full of twists and surprises. While it can be classified as dark erotica, it is also an amazing thriller/mystery. If you are looking for a a dark romance that will take your breath away while also allowing you to experience one heck of an adrenaline rush, this is the perfect book for you! I will warn you that this book does end with a pretty big cliffhanger, but the good news is that the follow up book, Another Stroke of Fate, has already been published! Happy reading!!
The salty citrus of his drink mixes with the spicy heat from mine as our tongues meet. Discovery becomes necessity as I drink him in and savor the feeling of being in his arms. His lips rule and mine willingly comply.
When he pulls back, it’s too soon, because I was just getting started, and I haven’t had nearly enough time tasting him. He pulls back before the door to the patio pushes open and our waiter brings the check.
Evan and I leave hand in hand, just like we arrived. But now I gave him permission. I said yes.
I’m thankful we had to walk instead of drive to the restaurant. It gives me more time to consider what was exchanged at dinner. The breeze cools my warm face.
A large tour group blocks the side of the street we’re on. I move off the curb to walk around them, but Evan tugs on my hand to stay by his side.
“What are we doing?” I whisper as the tour guide tells a haunting tale of the building the group stares up at. No one notices us watching them.
“I find it amusing how the stories and histories change every time I hear them,” he whispers.
The building is dark and has been empty forever. Strict protection goes with the preservation of the historical buildings. I’ve noticed what Evan refers to, but I’m sure growing up here you get sick of people distorting and stretching the truth. The tour guide’s top hat and cane only make him seem more charlatan than historian. He rambles on in a deep voice of the resident ghost and the many stories that he swears are true. He even reels his audience in with pictures.
Evan pulls me into the circle of his arms as he leans in and says, “Do you believe in the things that haunt the night, like this man here?”
I want to say yes. I want to spill my twisted true story. But I bite my tongue and shake my head.
“Yes, but my beliefs are based on fact and ghosts that do more than just scare you,” I stop myself before I say too much.
Evan’s grip is tight and I’m pulled into him even closer. The look in his eyes give away something I can’t detect, but it feels as if he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
We all have secrets.
In a small town in Oklahoma, I was raised by an endless dreamer of a father. He spun fantastical stories of a heroine that slayed her own dragons, while jamming to the best music imaginable. I’ve been slaying dragons since and as much as I love fantasy, I believe magic is real and tangible in the very world we live in.
I, like many others before me, believe deeply in the destructive and healing powers of love. I hope to share stories of strong, yet broken characters that find their way in this life. I’ve had help finding mine, through love, loss, faith, music, creativity, writing, painting, positivity, embracing my past, and relishing the present moment.
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