Book Review + Exclusive Excerpt – THE DISTRACTION by Sierra Kincade

Book Review + Exclusive Excerpt – THE DISTRACTION by Sierra KincadeThe Distraction by Sierra Kincade
Published by: Berkley Trade
on February 3, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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The seductive story that started in The Masseuse continues...

Anna Rossi knows that opening your heart only gets you hurt. But Alec Flynn is just too good to resist…

It’s been three long months since Anna’s seen Alec, since he saved her life and lit up her soul with unquenchable desire. Being without him has left her on edge, but his bravery has motivated her to change her life and go after what she’s always wanted—a job where she can help people. She can’t wait to show Alec the woman she’s become in his absence, or to prove how much she’s missed him…

Three months away has done nothing to slake Alec’s need for Anna. Unfortunately, it hasn’t made his life any less dangerous. The last thing he wants to do is hurt Anna, but if giving her up is the only way to save her, he’s not sure he can do that either. He’s determined to have her for as long as he can. Except his past is creeping up on him faster than he knows, and this time he may not be able to keep her from becoming collateral damage…


An absolutely INTOXICATING read! Full of so much intrigue and raw sexuality, The Distraction, book two in the amazing Body Works Trilogy, had me falling head over heals for these complex, beautiful characters. With such a nail-biting story line and some of the most intense sex scenes I have ever read, this series is becoming one of my all time favorites!

Anna’s hero and lover is finally returning to her. Will he feel the same towards her? Will there still be that undeniable chemistry and lust between them? Will she still be welcome in his heart and his home? When Alec finally returns, things are a little awkward between them, but the intense connection, and the lustful gazes win out in the end, and the awkwardness floats away. These two imperfect, dysfunctional, beautiful characters unravel each other, and yet, they make each other whole. They are both each other’s anchor and when one tries to pull away, they are pulled right back to one another. It’s a wonderful and disastrous back and forth. Anna and Alec have this tumultuous passion that just strikes the heart every time.

And where there is intense passion, there is heart-pounding suspense. There are still dangers out there that neither of them can deny. When an enemy threatens close to home, Anna needs to decide how to move forward. Is love worth this kind of risk?

Now, with this being a trilogy, you know there is going to be a cliffhanger. This one isn’t too harsh, but it did break my heart a little. Ms. Kincade did a FANTASTIC job of embedding these characters into our hearts and minds. I’m so eager for Anna and Alec’s happily ever after, and I just know Sierra will give them one we will never forget.



My hands were making frantic circles as I spoke, and he grabbed them and pressed them against his chest. I was breathing so hard I thought I might hyperventilate. Welcome to worst day of my life.

Okay, maybe not the worst, but certainly not the best.

“Everything in my life comes back to you,” I said. “And if you think I give a damn about what anyone else thinks, you’re wrong.”

His eyes, which had been carefully trained on mine, filled with pain. He pulled me close, so tightly I could barely breathe.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

I reached for his face and kissed him, needing more than his words, but the confirmation from his body that we were okay. His lips answered with crushing force, taking my forgiveness and striking a match that sent flames licking through my veins. A slight tilt of his head, and his tongue forged into my mouth. I groaned, gripping the back of his neck as his hands tightened around my waist.

“Close your eyes, kids,” said a woman nearby, jolting me from the haze.

“Gross,” replied a young boy.

Alec stepped back, but the desire was still burning inside of him. I could feel it echoing in my racing heartbeat, my tingling skin, the warmth racing down my limbs.

We were in public. In the middle of the street. It took a second for that to sink in.

He took my hand and led me back to the corner, around the outside of the deli to a metal door. He pushed inside to a stairwell, and the sign that faced us said that the bar upstairs opened at five.

As soon as the door shut, he pushed me back against it and kissed me again. With more privacy, I let go of my inhibitions, scratching my nails through his scalp, moaning as his hungry mouth lowered down my neck. I hiked my knee up his side, and he slid his hand up the inside of my skirt, searing my skin with his touch.

“You were killing me out there,” he murmured, releasing my hair from the band so that he could weave his fingers through it. “I don’t deserve you.”

My own hands rose beneath his shirt, sliding up his hard muscles and traveling around to his back. I felt the puckered scar he’d gotten in the metal shop in prison, and pressed my fingers just inside the winged tips of his shoulder blades. He held his stress there, and at my touch he kissed me again, faster, harder, biting my lower lip with just enough pressure to bring a staggering flash of heat between my legs.

He took my right breast in his hand, over the shirt, rubbing his thumb over the peak until it strained against the thin white satin of my bra. He lowered his head and nipped at it, and somehow, even through my clothes, the sensation was enough to make me tremble.

I needed his touch. I couldn’t wait for it. The door was cold and dirty against my back. I had no doubts it was marking up my white shirt, but I didn’t care. Feeling him was more important than breathing.

I grabbed his hand, guided it between my legs. With a tight groan, he cupped me, hiking up the rest of my skirt with his other hand. As his fingers traced my center, I bucked against him. He swallowed my cry, and then hurriedly pushed aside my panties so that two fingers could plunge inside. One rub against that deep, hidden place and I lost control of my legs. He pressed me harder against the door, and I gripped the back of his neck for support. I could hear the sounds of him working his fingers inside of me. I could smell my desire heavy in the air. His pupils were dilated when he looked into my eyes.

“Put it in,” I said. “Hurry.”

He undid his pants and his cock sprang free. I braced myself against his shoulders, waiting for him to lift me, but he didn’t yet. His hand left my body.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Was he kidding?

“Yes,” I said quickly.

He moved closer, pressed aside my panties again and positioned himself at my entrance.

He didn’t push in.

“Last night in the shower, you were so fucking beautiful.”

I looked up at him, lost in the emotions swirling deep in his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel dirty.” He gritted his teeth. His thumb began to circle my clit. But still he didn’t give me what I needed.

“Alec . . .”

“You’re perfect to me.”

My heart clenched, just as the springs deep in my belly coiled tighter.

“I saw it when you touched me. How much you needed to. It was . . . overwhelming.”

He slid in an inch and my back arched, my body trying to take more of him.

“It’s how I feel every time I’m with you.”

Another inch.

“It’s how I feel right now.”

I began to pant.

“You’re never wrong when we’re together. You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”

He bent his knees and then, in one hard thrust, we were joined.



About Sierra Kincade

Sierra Kincaid lives in the Midwest with her husband and son. When she’s not writing naughty books, she loves eating chocolate cupcakes, binge-watching cable series, and singing loudly in the car. She wholeheartedly believes that love stories are real, and you should never choose a partner who doesn’t make you laugh.

A few of Sierra’s favorite things:

Bad boys with dirty mouths – English Breakfast tea with two packets of Sugar in the Raw – any movie or show with a choreographed dance routine – cinnamon toast – kids who say funny things – friends who raid her pantry without asking – bootleg jeans – making lists – old Garth Brooks songs – and of course, massages.

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