"4 Stars!...Fasten your seatbelts, 'cause this is one fast-paced book. The characters reached out and pulled me into their world and I didn't want to escape until I reached the end. [Devlin and Alyssa] are like oil and open flames—when they get together, the heat they generate is enough to get you burned just reading about it! There are some very clever touches in Sweet Justice. Ms. DeRouge had me wondering about the twists and turns all the time, which was a refreshing touch."—Michelle Naumann, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4 Angels!...Delphyne DeRouge scorches the pages with Sweet Justice; you’ll need a fan handy for this one, y’all. I want a shower exactly like the one Alyssa had, and I want it soon! Alyssa and Devin are caught up in their past together and when the past becomes the present, they fairly simmer with unrestrained passion and lust. Add some local mafia-type hoods to the mix and this story compellingly unfolds even as the plot twists and turns. How Ms. DeRouge packed so much into Sweet Justice, I’ll never know, but I’m so glad that she did."—Michelle, Fallen Angel Reviews
"4 Cups!...Delphyne DeRouge has woven a richly textured tale of young love and adult treachery. The plot line and language are quite believable making the story easy to read. The motivations are not given until the end, so the impact is sudden. All of these points add up to an enjoyable read."—Katherine L. Hunt, Coffee Time Romance
"4 Ribbons!...An intense, sensual read that will leave you breathless. The heat between Devlin and Alyssa is so hot it burns up the pages. I wanted to shout out about the injustice done to Devlin and the ten years that he lost needlessly. Delphyne DeRouge has written another winning story that is not to be missed."—Dina Smith, Romance Junkies
...He dropped next to her. “Honey, you have no idea about fantasies until you’ve heard some of mine.” Devlin rose above her and whispered, “Let’s make them real.”
His mouth dropped to her neck and blanketed her skin with kisses. As his worked his way down to her shoulders, his hands swept over her clothed body.
Alyssa shuddered as heat built between her legs. I want him inside me. Now. “Devlin, my God,” she moaned. “Please—”
Devlin’s fingers pulled her T-shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. He feathered her breasts through the black lace of her bra and she moaned again, writhing under his electric touch. She reached for his open shirt and Devlin released her to allow the garment to slip down his arms. It joined her T-shirt on the floor.
His hands cupped her breasts, then stripped the bra away.
Cool air drifted across her exposed flesh before they were covered by Devlin’s electric touch. He strafed her nipples with his thumbs, then lowered his mouth to her. His lips brushed one nipple before he drew it into his mouth and sucked gently.
Alyssa gasped, the heat from his mouth coursing through her in fiery waves. As he continued to suction her, his other hand caressed her other breast, then began a slow descent along her body.
He paused only to divest her of shorts and panties before his fingers feathered her, inch by inch, stirring a fire storm of sensation. Alyssa surrendered to the tumult, drifting away with her passion and love for this glorious man who was finally hers. Savage arousal grew in her core, drawing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Every touch swept her closer, and as Devlin’s hand neared the junction between her legs, Alyssa succumbed to her lust.
His finger brushed her clit and she exploded, only to have the sensation intensify as he swept through her heated moisture, then entered her . She pulsed around the digit, then two digits. When a third finger probed her, Alyssa’s climax all but consumed her and shrieks filled her throat.
Devlin pumped inside her and she ground down onto him, her hips meeting his rhythm as she rode his hand.
As the sizzling tide slowly ebbed, Alyssa opened her eyes to see Devlin watching her intently as he slowly withdrew his hand from her juicy slit. At some point, he’d stripped off the rest of his clothes. She licked her lips at the sight of him. Chiseled six-pack abs covered with a dusting of chest hair was framed by arms bulging with hard muscles. His trim waist, slender hips, and firm stomach descended to a thatch of coiled black hair, hosting his magnificent tool.
He’s bigger than I remember.
She licked her lips at the sight. The thought of that granite-like rod spearing her sent new ripples of lechery coursing through her.
“I want you, Dev.” Her voice had grown harsh, demanding. “I want you inside me.”
She opened her legs to him as he said, “Honey, you have no idea how much I agree.”
He swung over on top of her, settling between her legs.
“Take me, Devlin. Please—” Her words ended in a sob as the tip of his staff jabbed her sodden tissue. She closed her eyes, luxuriating in his weight pressing her into the bed.
Hovering over her, Devlin braced himself on stiff arms. “Alyssa, look at me.” She opened her eyes to his face, radiant with emotions. “I love you, lady. I always have. Always will.” No sooner had the words left his lips, then his penis thrust deep to her center...