Specimen by Shay Savage
Published by LLC on February 24th 2016
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I awaken in a laboratory.I don’t know who I am. I’m inexplicably drawn to the doctor who cares for me. She tells me I’ve been altered, that I’m stronger and faster, that I’ll be a key component in a war between corporations. She says I volunteered for this. She says I volunteered to be transformed, but I have no way of knowing if what she says is true. Something isn’t right. My memories have been taken, wiped clean, but dreams begin to slip into my conscious mind. I can’t let anyone know when that happens, or they’ll remove my memories again. Somewhere inside of me, I know I need to remember something important. I’m fighting a war I don’t understand, and the one woman I rely on can’t be trusted.
Wow, this book was amazing. This is not your typical romance book, this book combines science fiction, dystopian and romance and keeps you guessing from beginning to end. This is my first Shay Savage book and definitely won’t be the last.
This is definitely one of those books that you must read to understand it. The blurb is pretty self explanatory and gives you a pretty good idea of what the book is about. The main character, Sten/Galen wakes up in a laboratory to find that he’s been transformed into a super soldier in order to help fight a war currently going on in the world. He is incredibly strong and also incredibly attracted to his doctor Riley.
The book is entirely told in Sten’s POV, which is fantastic. The book is equal parts interesting and equal parts sexy. Tons of super hot sexy times that don’t disappoint.
I super recommend this book if you like to read some different and if you love sexy dystopian stories. I was super hooked from page 1. The only reason why this is not a 5 star is because the ending, although brilliant and “realistic”, felt a little incomplete and leaves you wanting more. I totally hope Shay has more Sten and Riley in store for us!
**ARC provided by author in exchange for an honest review.**
“That’s why I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”
Her eyes widen, and she quickly looks away from me. She stands and starts to pull her hand away, but I push myself off the bed and grasp her arm before she can go anywhere. Our bodies touch, and I reach one arm around her back and pull her tightly against me.
I cup her face with my hand and run my thumb across her lips. Her scent is all over me now, and I want to experience her with my tongue. Would her taste resemble her scent or complement it? I have to know.
Pulling her closer, I press my open mouth to hers. Her body stills, and she grips my shoulder with one hand as the other presses against my chest. Her mouth is warm. I can feel her breath as my tongue slides inside. Her taste is indefinable, smooth like sweet liquor I can’t recall ever tasting.
There is a shift inside of her. It can’t be seen or heard, but I can smell it and taste it. The smell of her skin becomes darker, thicker. I feel her flex her fingers on my shoulder as she tilts her head to allow me to deepen the kiss.
How would her scent change if I were inside of her? What sounds would she make when she comes? Would she muffle her cries or be loud enough for all those watching us to hear? How would it feel to come inside of her? What sounds would I make?
I don’t even know if I’m a virgin.
Reaching behind her, I shove whatever is on the side table to the floor, lift Riley up, and set her down on the edge. I grip her hips and pull her against my stomach. The table is too high. I can’t fuck her from this angle. I break the kiss, lift her effortlessly, turn, and drop her ass to the edge of the bed.
I freeze my actions. My entire body tightens, and my dick throbs in my shorts.
It’s too much. I need this. I need her.
I don’t move.
“You have to let go of me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and withdraw my hands only enough to release her. I keep them close enough to still feel the heat from her body and detect the shift of air when she moves. She uses her hands to push herself backward on the bed, away from me.
The muscles in my legs shake. I’m so wound up, and I can’t let it go. The tension becomes painful and the need for release so prevalent, I can no longer think. I grip the edge of the bed until my knuckles turn white. As soon as she pulls her legs back and pushes herself off the edge of the bed, on the side opposite me, I grab the bed and throw it, smashing it into the mirror.
I glare at my reflection, and the strange dark eyes glare back at me. The unfamiliar lips are curled up in a snarl, and the unkempt beard creates a frightening image. Everything about the man looking back at me is alien.
Didn’t I just shave last night?
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