Review: Jacked Up (Birmingham Rebels #3) by Samantha Kane
The secret about the Birmingham Rebels is out: With a girl in the middle, two mouth-watering football studs are better than one.
Linebacker Sam Taylor feels like a ticking time bomb. He left the army with emotional wounds as fresh as the scars on his back. Sam’s been living like a monk, but his best friend, defensive lineman King Ulupoka, wants to get him laid. Easy for him to say. The larger-than-life Samoan is a hard-bodied, tribal-tattooed fantasy. Sam agrees, under one condition: King stays to watch.
ER nurse Jane Foster is done being a good girl, and nothing says wild like picking up two of football’s sexiest players and bringing them back to your hotel room. Trouble is, she can’t decide which one she wants more. Sam is hot, sweet, and vulnerable. Jane’s more than willing to ride him into oblivion. But King’s intense gaze from across the room promises that the best is yet to come.
Sure, King has had his choice of girls and guys in the past. That doesn’t mean he’ll jeopardize his relationship with Sam over a case of locker-room lust—until a naughty nurse pushes them both out of their comfort zones. Seeing Jane and Sam together turns King on more than he ever imagined. If they’re game, he’s ready to tackle a three-way play.
Erotic, not romantic.
This was my first book by Samantha Kane and it’s the third installment in the Birmingham Rebels series.
This is a menage with MF, MM, MMF involved. Jacked Up had some pacing issues and a lot of crude, filthy but scorching hot, sex scenes. The heroine was repetitive about how she would feel ashamed afterward their sexy encounters, and kept thinking she wasn’t a “good girl”. She had a huge issue getting past this. I could see this repetitive problem in the dialogue and also with Sam, one of the heroes.
Overall, it was too much for me. I felt like they just had the hots for one another, and the lack of romance was the main reason I couldn’t feel invested in the story. Even though the dirty talking was hot, the sex wasn’t enough to keep me interested.