"5 Cups!...Ms. Garza gives readers a breathtaking view into Josie’s world. Her refreshing dialog and characters make for a very [good] read. The plot is well thought out. The secondary characters gave a real life feel, without taking away from the story. The relationship between Josie and Crow is explosive with the sexual attraction drawing them in. I look forward to more books from Gabrina. This is a contemporary worth holding on to."--Jenifer, Coffee Time Romance
"4 Stars!...I have always said that a story that opens up in the throes of hot sex is one that will grab me from the start, and Hot Phoenix Nights is such a story...The man [Josie] chose was Crow...a sexy Native American with dark skin, luscious lips, and beautiful eyes. There was an instant attraction...One look from him and she imagined all sorts of tawdry scenes. I am glad to say that her imagination wasn’t nearly as hot as the real thing. These two had me writhing as much as they were, with all the hot action they threw at me. Throw in some drunken moments, a sleazy man, and ever so erotic sex, and you have a great story to read before your own hot sex with a toy or lover of your choice. I enjoyed Hot Phoenix Nights and plan on reading more of Gabrina Garza’s stories."--Stacey Landers, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4 1/2 Lips!...Gabrina Garza tells a delightful tale of a good girl done wrong. Ms. Garza’s wit and humor shines through Josie and made me laugh out loud. Hot Phoenix Nights is just what the titles says: HOT! Readers will enjoy this short work as Josie gets her revenge. But beware; it has some unexpected twists and turns. A steamy read to get your blood boiling!"--Alisha, Two Lips Reviews
"4 Hearts!...A good, entertaining quick-read, which will keep your interest and make you glad you have read it! [Garza's] characters are presented in-depth in few words, and are not only believable but likeable. The explicit sexual scenes are sensual and hot! I recommend this work as a good book to take-a-break-from-life story!"--Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio
"...A great read. Once I started, I was loathe to put it down. I could really relate with Josie and what she was going through...It’s so easy to second-guess yourself and what you’re doing and the author did a great job showing the reader how Josie felt about the situation. And Crow—yum. He was definitely steamy in the dark, quiet way. His comments to Josie in the car at the stoplight—oh yeah. That was hot! I’d kill to have my man say something like that to me. Those were probably some of the hottest lines I’ve read in a story lately that didn’t come off as unnatural or cheesy. Yes, most definitely a good read."--Hunter, Joyfully Reviewed.com
...His fingers ran through my hair and skimmed over my shoulders as we pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the hotel. I leaned over, stretched my seatbelt as far as it would go, and nuzzled his throat before the fear of obscuring his vision and driving off the road outweighed the need to kiss him.
“Do women ever offer to give you a blow job?”
“No.” Sarcasm practically dripped from his perfect lips. I glanced down and considered smoothing my wrinkled skirt, but I wanted him to reach over and bunch it up. “Mostly it’s men.”
My head nearly snapped from my shoulders as I turned to face him. He laughed as though he’d waited hours to say that.
“But you never answered my question.” I twirled a strand of hair between my fingers faster and faster. My heart thumped in my chest like the bass in my cousin’s low rider. There was a fine line between hoochie mama and seductress and I didn’t know where I stood.
We came to a stop at a red light and his hands slid to the bottom of the steering wheel. Dark eyes studied my face, put up a direct challenge. I accepted and held his gaze, wanting him to tell me I was the first—or at least say it had been a while.
“Has a man ever looked you in the eye and told you he wants to pull your thighs apart and lick, suck, and bite you until you can barely breathe?”
I swallowed, my hands clenched, voice hiding somewhere beneath my stomach. My breaths quickened and moisture pooled between my thighs. My face grew so hot I was surprised steam didn’t rise from my pores.
“Have you ever felt a man’s tongue inside you and gone hoarse from screaming his name all night long?”
He leaned in closer and looped a strand of my hair around his finger. The gentle tug sent a pulse of ecstasy down my spine and between my legs. Holy hell.
“Has your boyfriend ever told you he wants to drink every drop of you until beer seems worthless and he couldn’t remember the taste of food, only you on his tongue, in his veins…in his mind?”
He stared at me, willed me to answer, but I couldn’t think, let alone speak. No man had ever wanted me like that. I’d probably find a unicorn or be killed by a chupacabra before any man ever offered me such raw lust.
At last I broke the contact and stared at the vacant street, wondering if I’d ever recover from his words. I felt them inside of me now, phantom expectations of passion I doubted existed outside of crappy love songs and silly movies.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” I considered telling him about Nick, but didn’t. Or did I? For a moment it felt as though I’d blacked out from sensory overload. All I could hear was his breath and the low buzz of the radio playing retro Madonna’s “Respect Yourself.” Figures.
Everything had happened way too fast. My wild days in college were risqué only because I’d tongued guys on the third date while my roommate met a man at nine and dropped trou in our apartment by eleven, sometimes while I sat on the couch studying.
But I wasn’t a college greenhorn and I hadn’t lived at home since I was twenty-one. I turned toward him, fully prepared to suggest he pull over, unfasten his seatbelt, and allow me to unzip his pants.
Bright lights flashed into the car thanks to the semi that had snuck up behind us. The bastard sounded his horn and I nearly pissed myself.
“Green light,” I whispered...