It took me years to find the courage to speak to Luka. He seemed exactly like me. Intelligent. Focused. Serious.
But he’s not the man I imagined.
His reality is cruel and dark. He traps me in his web, his power twisting tighter the more I struggle, until it’s hopeless. I can’t break free.
As he drags me unwillingly into his filthy world, I can’t ignore the terrifying idea circling my mind. What if I belong here with him?
*WARNING. This book is meant for mature audiences and is a very dark erotic romance.
6 Dark, Twisted and Steamy Stars
I picked up on Sordid because it’s a dark romance book. Let me just be frank here. I’m a dark junkie. I like the dirty, I like the wicked and I like a really nasty Hero. Sordid delivered this and so much more.
I will warn you, Sordid is a very dark book. It’s not for the faint of heart, but trust me when I say it’s worth every emotional outburst you will have while reading. It’s thrilling, passionate and will suck you in from the first page. I could not stop reading and I promise you will love it.
Addison is your typical nose stuck in a text book college nerdy girl. Her main goal in life is to become a doctor, she does not have distractions, but for ONE NIGHT she wants to let loose and have fun. So, she goes to a frat party.
This is when her life changes.
Luka is the boy she has had a crush on since she had class where he was the TA. He’s graduated years ago, but he’s at his brother’s frat party.
Luka and Addison exchange some flirty banter and then they head upstairs.
The book begins really sweet and innocent, but it’s written well and you can’t but help but feel that something is going to happen. When Luka and Addison first meet, you think it’s a typical college meet-cute, two good looking people finding each other and getting the flirt on, but so much more happens and that’s when things spiral out of control.
Luka is not a nice Hero. I would say he could be considered a villain and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love to hate Luka and I hate to love him too. I was really conflicted with my emotions towards him and it made the read so much more. I liked the emotions Nikki Sloane made me feel. I didn’t know if I was suppose love Luka or punch him in the face.
Luka battles with his emotions towards Addison and it’s not always in the best manner. It’s pretty harsh and abrasive and you wonder how far he can push Addison and believe me I wanted him to push and push.
“Luka would consume until there was nothing left, I was sure of it. The fire between us burned too hot to last, but I’d do my best to hold my ground until the bitter end.”
Addison is sweet, innocent and it’s adorable that she has a crush on Luka. It makes it so much more tragic when she realizes he’s not what he seems and well she has her own conflicting battles. The book is in Addison’s POV and I loved that. I felt her pain, I felt her issues, I wanted to hug the girl and lift her up when she was feeling down.
“How could I be responding to him, even a little? Shame stormed through me.”
“I had dipped my toe into the dirty pond, I jumped in was eager to get filthy.”
What I really liked best about this book is that it’s simply about Luka and Addison. The characters are really developed and the chemistry is really hot. This is one-hundred-percent a new adult book with plenty of steamy scenes and kink to make any romance reader happy.
Sordid blew me away and I’m definitely a Nikki Sloane fan. PLEASE write more dirty dark books.
This dark junkie needs them!!!
An ARC was provided
“So, Addison, we’re both stuck here for other people.” Luka took a step toward me, and even though there was still quite a bit of space left between us, his one small step felt enormous. Like he was now twice the size he’d been a second ago.
My chest was beginning to feel warm, no doubt from the tequila. “How is it you remember my name?”
“Probably for the same reason you remember mine.”
That was incredibly doubtful, but I kept my face plain. “Calculus was that memorable for you?”
“Yeah, it was. You were there every class, staring at me.”
I inhaled sharply, mortified, and tore my gaze away. “I did not.”
“Look at me.” His firm tone made it so there was no other option but to obey. When I did, his black eyes were focused and intense. “You stared when you didn’t think I could tell, but you weren’t very good at hiding it.” I opened my mouth to deny further, but he cut me off. “I was better than you. I made sure you never noticed I was looking.”
My brain disconnected and thought ceased. “Why?”
Luka’s hands rested casually on his hips. “Because a girl like you . . .” He scrubbed a hand over his mouth. He seemed to search for the right word, but not find it, and every drawn-out second that passed made it worse. Because a girl like you . . . Isn’t good enough. Rich enough. Smart enough. A girl like you isn’t experienced enough.
“You shouldn’t be interested in a guy like me.”
“What?” I was intelligent and well spoken, and yet I couldn’t choke out more than one word at a time.
“I’m not a nice guy.”
I swallowed hard. “Well . . .” How was I supposed to respond to that? “I’m sure that’s not true.”
Luka remained like a statue. He didn’t argue or defend himself, and tension wound around us like ruthless vines.
My question was breathy. “Why did you stare at me if you weren’t interested?”
“Did I say I wasn’t interested?” He took another step, growing larger still, reaching a point where I couldn’t see anything else. Just him. “Nobody looked at me the way you did, and I liked it. It’s exactly how you’re looking at me now.”
All the air vanished from the room.
“And how’s that?” It was dizzying when he took the final step and brought us chest to chest, his mouth inches from mine. Was any of this effect from the tequila, or was it all him? His gaze traced over each inch of my face, and I could feel it etching into my skin.
“Like you want me to do bad things to you.”
Oh my God.
As he’d done, I stood motionless, neither confirming nor denying. I held my breath, waiting for him to make his move. I expected him to kiss me. Or maybe laugh in my face, although Luka didn’t seem like the type to laugh easily. He was deadly serious.
“Do you?” His question was soft and indifferent, even as it carried the weight of an enormous challenge.
Did I want him to do bad things to me? “I don’t know,” I blurted out. “Maybe.”
Luka looked just as I felt—surprised by my admission. What had I just sort of agreed to? A tremble began in the backs of my knees and moved upward when his head tipped down. His mouth lowered until his warm lips sealed over mine.
Everything was madness. My actions, the situation, and most importantly, his kiss. I spun out of control under his mouth, surrendering to it completely, even as the kiss was tame. Luka pressed his lips to mine tentatively, but when I parted my lips to gasp, he took advantage.
His tongue dipped into my mouth and was an electric jolt straight between my legs. Did I taste like tequila as he did to me, or could he also taste my lust? I had two years’ worth, and this kiss broke the dam holding it back. It poured from me, and as I spun, I latched my hands onto his shoulders to keep myself steady.
What the hell was I doing?
Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, is married with two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn't be any happier.