Sweet Revenge by Natalie Wrye

Release Date: 02.19.2018


Men. Manuscripts. And Manolos…

I was failing at two of the three.

Dating life aside, when you’re an agent for a successful publishing press, climbing the corporate ladder isn’t your biggest problem… Staying there is.

So, when the biggest football star in the world wants to write a tell-all about his life and career, I put my bid in right at the top.

My only issue?

Mr. Playboy Pro is none other than Colton Evans, my CEO’s step-brother.

A walking wet dream with dark features and an even darker past, I find that behind the fan-favorite smile is an arrogant bastard.

The worst part? I think I like it.

But when getting to the truth of Colton’s sordid story takes an unexpected turn to trouble, everything I love will be on the line, including my job… and my heart.


I enjoyed this story. 
I felt like Sweet Revenge is less suspenseful than Natalie Wrye previous books and it is more about self descovery and self worth.

Anastasia and Colton journey is eventful,it seems like fate put them in each other lives in order to grow up and become a better version of themselves,finally understanding they have to let go their desire of revenge and their resentment for their families.
I liked how they can't stand each other at the beginning and how that only ignites their sexual chemistry.

I hope to read more about this and the other couples of this series.


She stops in front of me, sticking out a hand.

“Hi. Anastasia Lexington. And you are?”

I’m shocked. She doesn’t know who I am. I shake her hand. “Tom…” I hesitate. “Tom Brady. Pleased to meet you.”

“Might I ask what brings you to Tripping Out! publishing, Mister…” She pauses, pursing her lips together. “Brady?”

“To be honest?” I suddenly feel the need to be. “I don’t exactly know.” I scratch the back of my head. “Guess I just wanted to get a good look at this place, see what goes on here.”

“Can’t see much of what goes on here from the lobby.” She almost smirks. “Got an appointment?”

I get the feeling she already knows the answer. “No.”

“Someone know you’re coming?”

“Not at all.”

“Well, then, I’m sorry, Mr. Brady.” The pretty brunette tilts her head. “Looks like the lobby is the only thing you actually can see. We can't allow you in any further without a guest pass. I hope you understand. Have a good day.” She starts to turn. I grab her wrist. The motion shocks us both. The brunette gasps, and I hear her breath hitch. It’s softer than a sigh.

Her skin is silky smooth and the second I touch it, I know I’ve made a mistake… because for some reason, I don’t want to let it go. Her hazel eyes are almost the color of her hair, and it’s as if they’re on fire when they look at me, searing my sweat-stained skin. She smells like the hue of her dark honey irises, as if she were literally caramel-coated, and everything below my waist stirs from the blush creeping up her neck, the slight shine of her full lower lip.

I look harder.

This girl isn’t just pretty; she’s fucking beautiful, and I can’t help but feel turned on by her unapologetic spunk as she snatches her wrist away, fixing me with a glare that could start fires. She takes a step back from me.

“Don’t ever touch me," she warns. She adds a softer note. "Please."

It’s a justified comment, but there’s something in me, some whisper hidden inside my mind that tells me that that’s exactly what I want to do—what I want her to do.

No, more than that, really...

Right now, if I had my way, that soft, satiny skin of hers would be begging for my touch… and I’d only be too happy to oblige. She bites that lower lip, and I smile.


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