Wanting Mr. Cane, the first in an all-new romantic and taboo series from Shanora Williams is available NOW!
It was love at first sight when I met Mr. Cane.
He was handsome, broody, tattooed, and rich. For years, he’s been mine. He just didn’t know it.
I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with him, or for him to want me in the ways that he did.
None of it was ever supposed to happen, but after all we’ve done together, it’s too late to turn back now. A once harmless crush had blossomed into so much more.
When we first met, she was just a kid – my best friend’s daughter. A sweet, young girl with a big heart. But now, she’s a young woman who knows what she wants, and all she wants is me.
I’ve tried holding back, pretending the connection meant nothing, but my sweet candy cane made it impossible. If anyone finds out, I’ll be ruined. I’ve worked too hard to lose everything I’ve built.
But there’s just something about her that tempts me, making me want to sacrifice just about anything to have her.
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My rating: 4 of 5 stars
WANTING MR. CANE is book one in the Cane series and is a taboo romance. It ends in a dramatic cliffhanger so reader beware!
Quinton Cane is a rich, sexy as hell business man. He owns a wine and chocolate company and happens to be best friends with Kandy’s father. Kandy met and promptly fell into a sweet crush with Mr. Cane when she was just nine years old. Years later, that crush has grown into much more but can Cane ever want her back?
Ok, WARNING first! There’s a huge age gap between the main characters BUT they are both over eighteen. However, if the age thing bugs you, skip this one because it’s pretty prevalent to the story. Now, I happen to FLOVE taboo and forbidden love stories. But they often get a bad rap…you know, the “S” word? SMUT? Well, let me tell you, Shanora Williams did an excellent job of combining the perfect mix of kink, slow burning angst, lust and romance! There’s a story in those pages and not JUST a bunch of insanely hot, sensual, tempting, passionate sex. «excuse my while I fan myself»
I loved that both Cane and Kandy had so much of a conscience. Their relationship wasn’t all about them…they thought about the consequences of their actions throughout the whole book. But I also loved how drawn they were to each other, they just couldn’t help themselves! Cane was definitely a bad boy, sweet and giving but also dominating and possessive. The only thing that bothered me a bit was how immature and naive Kandy was sometimes. Yes, I know..she was super young and her actions and thoughts probably fit her age perfectly but her bratty-ness got on my nerves (just a little!).
Overall, this one was a well written, steamy, illicit read with a hot alpha and a strong willed heroine. I’m looking forward to book two! Told from dual POVs with an Oh My Gosh cliffy. I voluntarily read and reviewed a copy of this book.
A subtle gasp fell through her parted lips when my hand wrapped around hers, and then her eyes swooped up to meet mine.
“I know exactly what kind of power I have over you, Kandy,” I rasped, looking her over.
“You don’t have any,” she challenged. “Not with her around.”
“Really? If I told you to drop to your knees right now, you would do it with no questions asked, wouldn’t you?” Her eyes shimmered, betraying the tough persona she was trying to keep on display. Her throat bobbed, and she caged her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Maybe if I was yours, I would, but I’m not yours.”
She tried pulling away, but I didn’t let her. I reeled her in closer, my heart drumming in my chest. My cock twitched from being so close to her. “Doesn’t matter what kind of shit we go through, you’ll always be mine, Kandy. Doesn’t matter how fucked up the situation is, or how wrong it fucking feels…you are mine.” I let my lips touch the shell of her ear. “Don’t you ever forget that, you understand?”
I felt her shiver when my chest pressed on her shoulder. Goose bumps trickled up her arms and she looked up into my eyes, studying them. Studying me.
It was like she could read every single thought running through my head in that moment.
Fuck, I want you.
I want to feel your virgin pussy wrapped around my cock. Hear you moan. Sigh. Gasp. Make you beg me to fuck you.
But there’s Derek…
But she ignored all of that. “I want you, Cane,” she whispered feebly. Her hand skimmed over my cock, and I twitched hard in my pants. “It’s killing me that I can’t touch you—that I can’t be with you.” It was killing me, too, but I couldn’t admit that to her. I started to pull away, but before I could, she cupped me in her hand. My cock sprung to life when our eyes locked again. “I can get on my knees for you…if you want me to…”
“No. Don’t.” My voice was thick. Coarse. If she was to kneel, I would have lost it—fucked her right on that balcony and destroyed every good thing in my life in a single act. “Go back to your room.”
But of course she didn’t fucking listen. She never fucking listened. She was so damn hard headed and persistent, which only increased my need to fuck some respect and discipline into her.
Like an innocent pet, begging for guidance and affection, she dropped to her knees and stared up at me with wide brown eyes.
“Do you like seeing me like this?” she whispered. “Below you? Ready to worship you?”
I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth, shaking my head swiftly as I shut my eyes. “Kandy…”
She started running a fingertip along my belt, and the urge to pull her up was high and demanding, but so was my desire to watch her pretty, glossed lips wrap around my cock again.
“Has she pleased you?” she asked softly, tugging the tab of my zipper. “Since we got here?”
“That’s none of your business,” I grumbled.
“Does she kneel for you?”
A noise filled my throat. Kelly didn’t like to get on her knees. She felt it was degrading to women and would have rather sat on the bed while I stood in front of her, or get between my legs while I lay on my back.
“No,” I said, and it was a little harder to get that one word out. I was trying to hold on to control. It was damn near impossible. I swore I wouldn’t touch her anymore. I promised myself not even an hour ago, but fuck…
I couldn’t stop looking at her. My cock was so hard. So fucking hard. I was straining now, dying to unleash myself—thrust my dick through her pouty lips until I felt the back of her throat.
“Let me please you, Cane. The way you really want to be pleased. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
My head swayed side to side, and I finally squeezed my eyes shut. I grabbed her arm blindly and hauled her up, jerking her against me, her nipples hard and digging into my chest. “You really want to please me?” My voice was gruff.
“Yes,” she pleaded.
“Then be a good girl, listen to me, and go to your room. We can’t do this here.”
She dropped her eyes to my lips again. She wanted to kiss me so badly.
“What is it that you want, Bits?” I asked as she breathed raggedly.
“You, Cane. All of you.”
“Yes,” she sighed.
“One kiss,” I told her, and she didn’t hesitate. She clasped my face in her hands and forced her mouth on mine.
I gripped her face between my fingers, forcing her back. She whimpered, and that whimper alone made me want to tear her clothes off and bend her over the guardrail. If only we were alone.
“Don’t be greedy,” I crooned. “Savor it. Enjoy it. Feel me.”
About the Author:
Shanora Williams is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who loves writing about flawed heroes and resilient heroines. She is a believer that love outweighs all, but doesn’t have a problem making her characters fight for their happily ever after.
She currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and is the mother of two amazing boys, has a fiercely devoted and supportive man, and is a sister to eleven.
When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down chocolate chip cookies.
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