Friday, January 9, 2015

Happy Happy Release Day Review: Copping an Attitude (Sin City Uniforms #2) by Morticia Knight

Copping an Attitude (Sin City Uniforms #2)
by Morticia Knight
 Date of Publication: Jan 9 2015

Vegas is filled with human cast-offs, yet officer Parker McLean sees something special in hustler Slade Wolfgang. Unfortunately, so does Slade’s pimp who wants to sell him overseas in the sex trade.Hustler Slade Wolfgang has little choice over his fate. At the age of twenty, he’s had to survive any way he can since being thrown out of his home for being gay. As soon as he hit Vegas, Slade was lured into the hopeless world of prostitution where he’s become a virtual prisoner to his pimp, the ruthless Julio Estevez. His evil keeper has even threatened to sell Slade overseas as a sex slave.It’s another typical night on the Strip when Parker comes across Slade. His heart breaks every time he sees someone so young being exploited. Something in Slade’s eyes tells Parker the young man might be in real trouble though—especially after the recent spate of sex worker killings from a rival prostitution ring.The two men’s lives become intertwined when Slade is almost beaten to death. The danger grows, but so does the relationship between Parker and Slade. Parker helps Slade to heal from the horrific attack and their bond deepens. But the human traffickers are still out there—and they’re still looking for Slade.Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of violence and a brief scene of sexual abuse.Publisher's Note: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series but can be read as a standalone.

Review by multitaskingmomma
My Rating: 5 of 5 Stars

This is a Morticia Knight story so it's good, that's a given. As I had read the first of this series,  All Fired Up (Sin City Uniforms #1), I was definitely on the look out for this one. And I really, really liked this one, more than the first.

Here we have a cop and a sex worker. Parker walks the Vegas strip to protect the citizens and apprehend the violators. One of those violators he encounters is Slade Wolfgang. However, instead of hate and fear developing between cop and prostitute, the opposite rises. Parker feels protective for instead of seeing a street walker, he sees someone crying out for help. And Slade, instead of seeing a cop, he sees his salvation, someone he could trust despite all that he was. 

As the two men get to know more of each other, those around them see that things are not as they should be. Cops see another cop falling for Slade and it surprises some that one in their midst is actually gay but does not look nor act it. The other street slaves see Slade falling for a cop and they wonder how he could get out from under the thumb of a cruel and vindictive pimp. As others wonder at the relationship brewing in front of them, danger from other angles enter the scene and instead of a simple romance, we get an action packed, violent, heartbreaking and erotic love story.

Oh yes, just my cup of tea and I smile and read and continue to read.

Although the publisher warns this is a sequel and hence should be read as part of a series, this stands straight and tall on its own and is actually better. The story flows effortlessly and does not trip nor fall in places which could ruin the plot development. There are surprise twists and turns and it increases the mystery and romance so makes this a better read. 

The plot can be likened to the Julia Roberts movie but this has an air of realism to it which halts the fairy-tale plot from developing. This is just a story of a romance developing between two men set in a violent and unforgiving world. This makes it a great read.


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Slade rolled onto his side amidst the rumpled sheets of the dirty motel room in downtown Vegas, facing away from the man pulling his clothes back on. The john wasn’t anonymous the way most of them were, but he might as well have been. Slade had done his job—he didn’t have to bother pretending anymore that he gave a shit about the guy who’d just fucked him. The money had already been collected before Slade had even taken his dick out. He might only be twenty years old, but he’d been taught by the best pimp in Vegas. Of course, since his pimp was also the one who’d told him that, he could only assume that it was true.
It didn’t matter. He had few choices. At least he wasn’t giving blow jobs for ten bucks behind the dumpster at the fast food joint he’d worked at back in Barstow.
“Hey, kid, you hear me?”
“Huh?” Slade looked up at the older pasty-faced businessman who sported what seemed to be an ever-growing paunch around his middle. The guy had requested Slade several times before. Even if he kinda turned Slade’s stomach a little, at least he wasn’t rough the way the others could be. He wasn’t dangerous to be alone with.
Harold reached down and cupped Slade’s chin, tilting up his head. “I said, how would you like to be mine all the time? I could set you up in a studio apartment, give you some spending money. It won’t be much, I’m no Bill Gates.” He chuckled. “If you needed more cash, I could get you a few dates here and there with some of my friends, you know, to help out.” He rubbed Slade’s chin with his thumb, softly. It would’ve been a loving gesture in any other situation. “But I would always come first.” He laughed louder. “Literally.”
Slade jerked his head away from him, fighting nausea at the idea of being kept by the smarmy man, being used at his will.
How is it different from…?
He pushed down the lump forming in his throat. “Julio owns me. He’d never let me go.”
“I’ll buy you from him. Let me take care of it for you, Slade. Take care of you.”
Harold leaned down to take a kiss and Slade rolled away.
“Your time’s up, man. I gotta get back on the streets or Julio will beat the shit outta me.”
Harold grabbed a fistful of Slade’s hair and yanked him hard, pushing his shoulders down forcefully until he was pinned to the bed by Harold’s body. He might be a middle-aged man who obviously didn’t know what the inside of a gym looked like, but he was bigger than Slade’s thin, hundred and forty pound frame.
There was a disturbing glint in Harold’s eyes. The way he squashed him into the bed, the way he pressed his fingers painfully into the flesh of Slade’s arms was harsher than he’d ever experienced with him before.
“That’s why you need me, Slade.” He growled it out before his voice gentled. He carded his fingers through Slade’s shaggy dark hair. “Love this. Keep it longer, past your ears.” Harold clutched it again, just enough that there was the bite of a sting. “Such a pretty thing. So sweet. You need me to protect you from him. I’ll set you up somewhere secretly. Just stay inside and he won’t ever find you.”
Great. A prisoner.
“Harold, please. You’re hurting me.”
After crushing his mouth to Slade’s, Harold took what he wanted and there was nothing Slade could do. Even when he shoved his limp cock into Slade’s mouth, Harold still hadn’t been able to get it up again. He ended up rolling Slade onto his stomach instead and had stabbed into him with his fingers. Harold told Slade that he knew he loved it, that Slade was only faking by resisting. As soon as Slade gave in, told Harold how he thought about getting fucked by him all the time, how he jacked off dreaming about him, Harold stopped.
“That’s better baby.” Harold kissed his temple, his cheeks, brushed over his lips. Slade shuddered in revulsion. “Mmm, see? You tremble under my touch. I know you want me. Just be honest and we’ll get along fine.”
Blessedly, he let Slade go then stood, adjusting his pants then refastening his belt. “Here’s another fifty.” He tossed the bill on the bed next to Slade. “I can’t get back here for a couple weeks or my wife will get suspicious. We’ll work it out, though. You’ll see.”
Slade nodded, fighting back the tears. There was no use in crying. He’d figured that out three years before when his staunchly religious parents had kicked him out once they’d caught him kissing his boyfriend. They’d been terrified he would turn his younger brother gay. He’d been seventeen and still had three months to go before he graduated, so he’d taken a job at a fast-food place to try to survive. One free burger a day and a few bucks to put in his pocket—but not enough to even rent a motel room every night.
He sat on the bed, not daring to move in case Harold started up with him again. After he’d left, Slade went back to his thoughts about those days. The first offer to suck a guy’s dick had been one night when he’d been sleeping out on the streets. He hadn’t been able to afford a room for the previous three nights and he’d been freezing. The ten dollars the guy had tempted him with added to what else he’d scrounged together had been just enough for him to get a place to stay.
Eventually, he’d learned through some of the other kids on the streets that Vegas was the place to go, that there was plenty of really good money to be made there. No one mentioned that he’d get the ever-loving shit beaten out of him for working an area that belonged to an established pimp. After Julio had taught him a lesson, he’d fucked him raw for days to ‘erase his debt’ for stealing clients in Julio’s territory. Then he’d set him loose on the streets.
He sighed with the same resignation as always.
Time to get back to work.

Note: Copy provided by publisher for an honest review.

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