Sizzle follows the development of assistant Molly Ramsey and her boss William “Devil” Delancy, who happens to also be her older brother’s best-friend and close family friend. The Devil, as he is known to his friends, is known around Atlanta as the billionaire, playboy. Molly, has graduated from college but unable to find a job Art History and with student loans coming due, she beginnings working for the Devil as his assistant in his business office.
Molly and the Devil have a love-hate relationship. Molly opening detests and wants to literally kill the Devil. On the other hand, the Devil has secretly been in love with Molly and has been “dating” but not sleeping with any of the women he has been seeing to try and distract his romantic feelings about Molly.
When Devil’s grandmother, whom Molly is also close to, falls ill and might soon leave this world, her only wish is to see her 38 year-old grandson married with a few great-grandchildren. A last minutes plan finds the Devil announcing his “engagement” to Molly. The book follows the development of the Devil and Molly’s relationship and trip to the altar. Both Molly and the Devil both realize that their affection is real and their upcoming wedding is at real as it gets.
Sizzle was a good read. The characters of Molly and the Devil had great chemistry which resulted in some HOT, HOT, sex scenes. (if you easily might be offended, this might not be your book) The story provided a good foundation of the “fake” relationship which then became a real relationship between Molly and the Devil. But the one thing I thought really made this book standout was the humor. There were several instances where Sarah O’Rourke’s writing was showcased with her humor. As to not ruin the story for future readers, I will say that I really enjoyed the epilogue and Ms. O’Rourke’s play on words with the Devil’s nickname. One weakness that I felt this book had was that there were times that I thought the scenes were drug-out a little longer than necessary-they were a bit too wordy for me. With that being said, that was the only down point in my opinion. If you are looking for a humorous, hot story, I would recommend Sizzle by Sarah O’Rourke.
4 HOT Stars
Safe Excerpt; all rights reservedFifteen minutes later, the whole sordid mess had been spilled between them and both her friends stared at Molly with a mixture of horror, amusement and curiosity. “Well, say something!” Molly yelled when neither of them said a word. “You’re supposed to be my sounding board, ladies!”
“You’re engaged,” Sami managed to choke.
“To the Devil,” Viv sputtered.
“It could be worse, right?” Molly questioned, looking from one woman to the other and back again. “I mean, he’s not so awful, is he?”
“He’s the Devil,” Vivian breathed, her brown eyes huge on her pixie face.
“That’s not helpful, Viv,” Molly huffed, holding her bottle tucked tightly between her breasts as she sat cross-legged on the middle of her couch. “His nickname is Devil. He’s not really Satan incarnate.”
“I’m gonna need a hit off that vodka bottle before we go any further,” Sami warned, holding out her hand and wriggling her fingers.
“You’ll have to wrest it from my cold dead hands,” Molly replied, tightening her grip on the mostly gone liquor as she shook her head, red hair flying wildly.
“You hold her down and I’ll pry it out of her hand,” Vivian said under her breath, only half joking as she eyed Molly.
Snorting, Sami ran a hand through her naturally wavy locks. “Well, let’s look on the bright side. At least he’s got the whole eye candy thing going on for him. You may have to look into the face of evil every morning across the breakfast table, but the view will be pretty.”
“What am I going to do?” Molly groaned, leaning her head back against the cushion as the throbbing in her head increased.
Shaking off her shock, Viv straightened in her chair. “Well, first off, don’t panic. Devil can’t actually make you marry him.”
“No, but he can coerce the hell out of her,” Sami argued, frowning at Vivian. “I mean, you heard her, Viv. He’s holding his dying grandmother over her head, for crying out loud.”
Sexy excerpt; all rights reserved
“Devil!” Molly squealed, gripping his neck as he hauled her into his arms and turned toward the stairs. “What are you doing?”“If you think that I’m going to make love to you for the first time on the living room sofa, you have drastically underestimated me,” he replied, taking the steps two at a time.
Molly gripped his shoulders as he carried her like she weighed nothing more than a bag of flour. Swallowing hard as her heartbeat sped up, she suddenly realized that this was really happening between them. Dozens of doubts flooded her mind, but every single one of them fled as he walked into his spacious bedroom and placed her in the center of his huge bed.
Licking her lips as she watched him kick off his shoes and push his slacks down over his lean hips, she caught her breath. His body was ripped perfection. Toned well muscled arms, hard lickable six pack, firm thighs… and the longest, thickest cock she’d ever seen in her life. Letting her eyes drift over him again, she blinked as she noticed a small tattoo just above his hip. “You’ve got a tat?” she asked, sitting up on the bed so that she could caress the small Celtic cross that he had on his skin. “Straight laced, serious Devil Delancy did something daring?” she teased, peeking up at him through her lowered lashes.
Chuckling, he brushed his fingers against her jaw as her fingertips traced the cross on his hip. “One very drunken night in college a very long time ago.”
“It’s pretty,” she praised, leaning into his hand as she noticed his bobbing cock close to her lips.
Following her gaze, his lips curved wickedly. “I really hope you’re talking about the tat and not my dick, sweetheart.”
“Hmmmm,” she hummed, pressing a finger to her lips as she considered both.
“You are truly hell on a man’s confidence, Molly Ramsey,” he growled, gazing down at her as she smiled up at him.
“As far as I know, confidence has never been an attribute you lacked,” Molly replied with a giggle, lifting one hand to caress him again. “But if you really need to have your ego stroked, I’ll do my best to comply,” she promised softly. His low groan of approval emboldened her and she slowly brought him to her mouth, brushing her lips lightly against the flushed head of his cock. Inhaling deeply, she gazed at his sizeable arousal and shivered as she thought about him filling her. Darting her tongue out to sweep against his tip, she heard his harsh indrawn breath.