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Title: Suit (The Twin Duo)
Author: Jettie Woodruff
Release Date: September 21, 2015

Synopsis:

When my sister, Isabelle showed up, just ahead of a tropical storm, nostalgia and a need to reconnect took us on a ride...directly into the eye of a different kind of disaster. I woke from a coma unaware that I even had a twin and married to a man with two little girls. Although I fell madly in love with children that I didn't remember, I did't feel like I belonged with Paxton Pierce. I couldn't be who he wanted me to be no matter how hard I tried. But things aren't always as they seem. I fought my own demons, trying not to be the submissive he required me to be, yet I craved it like a drug. I wanted him.
Once upon a time I was an identical twin.
And then I wasn't.


Review:

"I was a kept woman. Black and white. Read and green. I was a glorified whore."

The dark voodoo princess strikes again!! Jettie really can do know wrong. I would have her dark, twisted, maddening brilliant babies! This story was just off the charts disturbingly amazing. Jettie has this sick magical talent to create these horrible male characters that you hate with a fiery passion...like you have planned out ways to castrate them, then immediately feed them their man parts! But then somehow...bit by painstaking bit, she layers in moments of vulnerability that are pulled from these male characters and we begin to feel things pulsing through us, that we never thought possible. This is exactly what she did with Paxton in this story. Not only was he a complete douche canoe, but the marriage/situation that Gabrielle and Paxton shared was confusing and off the charts effed up! I was strapped in for the ride of my life and me and my Kindle were stuck in a love/hate relationship that  Jettie Woodruff is unequivocally the queen of. 

"Shh, hush now. I assure you with everything in me that you are the type to be controlled. That's why you suck my dick. That's why your legs fall apart whenever I come near you. You're a slut. My slut. I own you."

After Gabrielle gets in a horrible accident when she defied Paxton her whole life changed. We, as the reader, were left in a mystery bubble of suspense through this story. So many questions, but no one had the answers. Gabrielle woke up not knowing who she was or what had happened to her that day. She got thrown into one effed up marriage to a controlling, complete ass, of a sexy man. He went from hot to cold, and she wanted to hate him with all her might. Unfortunately for Gabrielle, her body had other plans. She responded to some of his twisted ways, no matter how much she tried to fight it. 

"It made no sense at all. Zero. The man treated me like his possession, and I wanted him. Had to be the head injury."

While Gabreille fought the growing passion between her and Paxton, she got flashes of her old life, but mainly from her childhood, which no one, not even Paxton knew about. The mystery element was done flawlessly. I had a mental checklist drawn out of all the things I knew for sure were going to happen, but there was still quite a bit that had me scratching my head. This Sherlock Holmes wannabe, was left stumped when it came to certain elements of the story. That on top of the seemingly unwanted, passion-filled connection that was blossoming right before my very eyes, had me glued to my Kindle from start to finish. 

"Paxton did things to me. Things I couldn't explain. my body reacted to him like--like danger. A thrill seeker. That's how I felt around him. Like jumping out of a plane. The ecstasy of it overpowering the danger.

Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.

I couldn't get enough of this story. I don't know what that says about me, because most of it would send most sane people running for the hills. I was ready to swim in the darkness of this enthralling story. The part I loved most was the very slow, yet impactful cracking that Gabrielle was able to make in Paxton's dominating asshole exterior. How he couldn't fight the passion that overtook his body when she did all the things he didn't want her to do. How the things that enraged him about her, began to intrigue him and perhaps even want more. Jettie is a mad genius, I tell you! Everything was done at just the right speed, and at just the right amount. Every element, from dark and gritty, to passionate and vulnerable seemed to flow effortlessly. The suspense was quite literally going to kill me, or at least send some questioning looks thrown my way (I'm a very expressive reader). And in true Jettie fashion, she left me desperate for the next book. Like this junkie has plethora of strength or patience to chuck out?! I highly recommend this book and it's future accompanying duet book, Slut, coming soon! Oh, and if you haven't read any Jettie Woodruff, you need to go on a light stalking session and check her out. She will rock your world! 

4.5 out of 5 Dark, Twisted, and Completely Addicting Stars!!!

Excerpt:
The next time I woke the window revealed darkness. I felt irritated, but wasn’t sure why. Maybe because the neurologist never came like he said he would. Maybe because I hurt. I hurt everywhere. Even my eyes. Maybe the agitation came from seeing him. Why? Why was he there? Why couldn’t he just go away? I gave him a dirty look and hit my call button. 
Paxton nobly walked to my side. “I can help you. What do you need?”
I shoved his hand away from mine. With all my might, I tried to move. Just rolling to my side caused excruciating pain. Pain like I had never felt in my life. At least not that I remembered.
My voice raised, yet it was faint. “I want out of this bed, I want to know what’s wrong with me, and I want you to go away. That’s what I need!” Faded words was all that I could muster. It even pained me to raise my voice. My muscles didn’t work, and the ones that did, hurt too much to move.
“Seriously? Tears? Give me a fucking break,” Paxton said, arrogant tone and all.
I wanted to tell him off, tell him to go fuck himself. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but they never formed in my mouth. The pain wouldn’t let them.
“What can we do for you, Gabriella?” Another new nurse asked. She moved around me, checking vitals and the drip in my I.V. while she spoke.
“I have to pee, and I need something for pain.”
“You have a catheter, but I can give you something for the pain. Tell me where the pain level is, one to ten.”
“Ten, more than ten. Oh, God. Give me something. Please,” I begged. My neck and shoulders hurt every time I moved my head, but I couldn’t help it. I was in unbearable pain, and nothing else was on my mind. I just wanted it to stop.
“Where’s the pain, Gabriella?”
“I don’t know. All over. My head, my neck, my back, my leg. It hurts everywhere. And it still feels like I have to pee.”
“Let me get you some Dilaudid. I’ll be right back.”
I squirmed as much as possible while I waited for relief, holding a flat hand over my face. Trying to squeeze the pain from my temples didn’t work at all. It still hurt.
“Shhh, I’ve got you. Just relax.” Soft words were whispered into my ear and Paxton’s warm body blanketed my chest. His hands moved around me and he held me close to him. The scent of “Stop fighting it, Gabriella. You’re only making it worse. You’re okay. I’ve got you,” he said in a quiet tone while leaving soft kisses around my neck. It’s stupid, but it did feel like it helped, like maybe some of the pain was lifted.
Tears slid down both of my eyes and he kissed them away, shushing me with soft words. Confusing emotions flooded my body while I wept in the arms of a man I didn’t know. I didn’t know what to say, what to feel, what to do, nothing. I knew nothing. 

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Author Low Down:

My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don't know what genre I write in. People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that’s what makes me happy. I don’t want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I tend to like my bad boy's, taboo; the touchy subjects that make you want to throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn't make you happy anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides writing are, friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has changed after forty, I like the new stuff. Happy Reading.

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