“Just…wow. THE JEZEBEL by Dylan Allen is simply amazing.” -Naima Simone, USA Today Bestselling Author
The Jezebel, an incredible forbidden, second chance romance by Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Dylan Allen is available now!
Stone Rivers is a sin I can’t commit.
After years of playing the trophy, puppet, perfectionist,
I’ve forgotten who I am.
Until the boy from my past walks back into my life.
Handsome as sin, charming beyond belief—Stone Rivers is temptation personified.
I’ve forgotten who I am.
Until the boy from my past walks back into my life.
Handsome as sin, charming beyond belief—Stone Rivers is temptation personified.
Our combustible chemistry shatters my resolve.
His blistering kisses remind me of everything I used to want.
His blistering kisses remind me of everything I used to want.
But, our present is just as messy as our past.
And reckless as it may be, I can’t let him go.
And reckless as it may be, I can’t let him go.
My name is Regan Wilde.
I’m a mother, a sister, a daughter.
I’m a mother, a sister, a daughter.
But Stone and I?
We’re a scandal in the making.
We’re a scandal in the making.
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I’ve been trying to review this book for weeks now, perhaps even a couple of months, and I’m still lacking the words to really portray the raw beauty of this book. It has stuck with me and made me think and feel. Dylan Allen’s books ALWAYS make me think. They ALWAYS open my mind to something or giving me a new perspective on life. I’m going to segue into the way Dylan Allen writes just real quick… her writing transports your mind. She uses words to paint a picture. She creates characters, life, and love… ohhhh good Lord, the love. I feel it.
Just a couple of my favorite quotes:
“I can't believe I'm here. With the woman who made me wish I could bend time so that she could be mine.”
“Sometimes life puts you in touch with the people you need to meet- to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you, and to gradually strengthen you into the person you were meant to become.”
We didn't find each other again for no reason. This may be the wrong time. But we are the right people. And you've always been my favorite what if."
Stone and Regan met during an incredibly difficult time in Stone’s life. Regan leaves a huge impact on him during his adolescents. If you’ve read the other books in the interconnected series, The Legend and The Legacy, than you might recall some of the story surrounding his life. I loved Stone. He is an amazing man and some of the things he says and does, Lord this man, he’s real and beautiful. He’s so kind and thoughtful but he also has that manly, alpha side that takes hold when necessary.
Regan though, Regan was where it was at for me. Dylan Allen reminds us that women are strong and fierce. Regan reminded me that it’s never too late to go after your dreams. Own your dreams. Own your life. Don’t take no for an answer. Don’t ever, ever, sit idle and let someone else control your life. I’ve had a soft spot for Lilly since the very first time I read Release, Dylan Allen’s third book in the Symbols of Love series. She’s been the character that has stuck with me the most. She was the closest to my heart. However, after reading the Jezebel, Regan is Dylan Allen’s strongest female characters. She resonated with me. That is what Dylan Allen does, her words are powerful and they hit you with powerful meanings that open your mind. I personally really enjoy the depth she goes into for her books… the back story is deep and layered. Her characters are complex and again, we get to really know them and what they think and feel. So just go in knowing that this is a detailed story and it’s long but Mrs. Allen completely killed this story! Her writing is elevated !! There’s isn’t another book I recommend more this year!
I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.
Excerpt:
“I’m not that boy either, I don’t think I’ve got one foot in the grave, but relationships aren’t my thing. I used to think you’d be mine--.”
“You did?” She asks wide eyed with surprise.
“--when I was too young to know better.” I finish.
“And now?”
“Now…” I turn my gaze away, a caught off guard by the direct question. I run a hand through my hair while I pick my words carefully. “Now, there’s some nostalgia for the past. But 99.5% of this is just a man who is insanely attracted to a woman who speaks his language in more ways than one. Your pussy feels great, tastes great too. I want more of it. But I’m not going to fall in love or anything... so, you don’t have to worry that I’ll stab your husband.”
Her bark of laughter seems to surprise her as much as it surprises me. “I was thinking more like uncomfortable silences and dark glares.”
“Not my style.” I assure her.
Her lips twist. “Well, then let me speak for myself. I don’t want to end up with my feelings fucked. Clearly, I’m not in the best place emotionally. Maybe…we should just play it by ear. See how we feel once we’re all alone.”
I couldn’t disagree more, but I’m not going to pressure her about this.
“It’ll be great, either way, and I’ll take my cues from you.” I say and I mean it. Maybe when this is over, we’ll walk away friends again. At the very worst, she’ll be excellent company. And I know that we don’t need sex to connect.
From our time in the bakery and that shuttle ride, I also know that Regan will break all sorts of rules when she thinks no one is watching. And we’re going to have plenty of alone time in the next few days.
“I was going to leave at 9, is that too early?” I ask.
She looks at me, her dark eyes twinkling, her smile wider than I’ve seen it since we’ve been here. “Right now wouldn’t be too early.” She declares and then jumps up.
“Oh my God,” she screams suddenly and flops onto her back, clutching a pillow to her chest and kicking her legs wildly.
“Woah!” I lurch back in surprise when she pops back up in a flash of dark hair and gleaming white teeth.
“I’m so excited. I’ve never done anything like this. I can’t believe it.”
“It won’t be luxurious like this. I don’t even know where I’m staying in Balandra.”
“But it’ll be an adventure,” her enthusiasm in unflagging.
“Do you speak Spanish?”
“A little?” She says with a nervous grin.
“Okay. Just don’t buy anything without me haggling for you, okay?”
“Okay. So, we’re going? Really?” Her expression is hopeful but tinged with fear. Like she’s just been given the chance to have something she wants desperately and she’s afraid to believe it. It’s the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen her, and it takes my breath away.
In a flash of certainty, I know that I’d move heaven and earth before I let that hope on her face do anything but flourish.
“Yes, really. It’ll be fun at the very worst and at it’s very best, it will be life changing,” I say.
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “I’ll be happy if it’s not a total disaster and I come home with all of my limbs intact.”
“Oh, then you’re going to be ecstatic. Because you’re going to learn things about yourself you can’t know until you go to a place you’ve never been before.”
“Wow. You’re really good at selling the idea of travel.”
“I’m an evangelist for it.”
She starts to dance around
Maybe living in Houston won’t be so bad. Especially if we can find a way to keep this going.
No. I can’t let myself start thinking like that. When I move back to Houston, it won’t matter. There, she’s so off limits, it’s not even funny.
No, what happens here is going to stay here.
But as I watch Regan Wilde's sexy ass twirl around her hotel room with that horizon at her back, I get a glimpse of another unknowable destination - one where my future and my past collide, and then click into place.
“You did?” She asks wide eyed with surprise.
“--when I was too young to know better.” I finish.
“And now?”
“Now…” I turn my gaze away, a caught off guard by the direct question. I run a hand through my hair while I pick my words carefully. “Now, there’s some nostalgia for the past. But 99.5% of this is just a man who is insanely attracted to a woman who speaks his language in more ways than one. Your pussy feels great, tastes great too. I want more of it. But I’m not going to fall in love or anything... so, you don’t have to worry that I’ll stab your husband.”
Her bark of laughter seems to surprise her as much as it surprises me. “I was thinking more like uncomfortable silences and dark glares.”
“Not my style.” I assure her.
Her lips twist. “Well, then let me speak for myself. I don’t want to end up with my feelings fucked. Clearly, I’m not in the best place emotionally. Maybe…we should just play it by ear. See how we feel once we’re all alone.”
I couldn’t disagree more, but I’m not going to pressure her about this.
“It’ll be great, either way, and I’ll take my cues from you.” I say and I mean it. Maybe when this is over, we’ll walk away friends again. At the very worst, she’ll be excellent company. And I know that we don’t need sex to connect.
From our time in the bakery and that shuttle ride, I also know that Regan will break all sorts of rules when she thinks no one is watching. And we’re going to have plenty of alone time in the next few days.
“I was going to leave at 9, is that too early?” I ask.
She looks at me, her dark eyes twinkling, her smile wider than I’ve seen it since we’ve been here. “Right now wouldn’t be too early.” She declares and then jumps up.
“Oh my God,” she screams suddenly and flops onto her back, clutching a pillow to her chest and kicking her legs wildly.
“Woah!” I lurch back in surprise when she pops back up in a flash of dark hair and gleaming white teeth.
“I’m so excited. I’ve never done anything like this. I can’t believe it.”
“It won’t be luxurious like this. I don’t even know where I’m staying in Balandra.”
“But it’ll be an adventure,” her enthusiasm in unflagging.
“Do you speak Spanish?”
“A little?” She says with a nervous grin.
“Okay. Just don’t buy anything without me haggling for you, okay?”
“Okay. So, we’re going? Really?” Her expression is hopeful but tinged with fear. Like she’s just been given the chance to have something she wants desperately and she’s afraid to believe it. It’s the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen her, and it takes my breath away.
In a flash of certainty, I know that I’d move heaven and earth before I let that hope on her face do anything but flourish.
“Yes, really. It’ll be fun at the very worst and at it’s very best, it will be life changing,” I say.
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “I’ll be happy if it’s not a total disaster and I come home with all of my limbs intact.”
“Oh, then you’re going to be ecstatic. Because you’re going to learn things about yourself you can’t know until you go to a place you’ve never been before.”
“Wow. You’re really good at selling the idea of travel.”
“I’m an evangelist for it.”
She starts to dance around
Maybe living in Houston won’t be so bad. Especially if we can find a way to keep this going.
No. I can’t let myself start thinking like that. When I move back to Houston, it won’t matter. There, she’s so off limits, it’s not even funny.
No, what happens here is going to stay here.
But as I watch Regan Wilde's sexy ass twirl around her hotel room with that horizon at her back, I get a glimpse of another unknowable destination - one where my future and my past collide, and then click into place.
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