Title: Gage (Redemption #2)
Author: JJ Harper
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: February 7th 2019
Genre(s): Contemporary Romance
Page Count: 171 pages
Reviewed by: Kirstin
Gage is happy, happier than he thought possible. He has Wolff Mannheim, the man he has always loved, even when he hated him, back by his side and in his bed. He is confident that their relationship can only grow stronger as they continue to rediscover each other.
When a letter appears after twelve years of silence from the family that disowned him and cast him out, he has Wolff to lean on. The contents of the letter have left Gage reeling but also have him reuniting with his estranged sister. When the shocks keep coming, it forces Gage back to his family home—a place he never thought he would return to. At least, this time, he has Wolff by his side as well as his sister.
As Gage faces the man who threw him carelessly away, he proves himself to be the better man, a stronger man, than the one forced away so many years earlier. With all his demons put to rest, can Gage live his life with his one true love?
This is book two in the Redemption Series and follows on immediately from Wolff, book #1.
While it can be read as a standalone, it’s best enjoyed reading in order. Contains some very steamy man-on-man loving and is advised for 18+ only.
“Thanks.” I reach up to take the glass of wine from Banner.
“I think it’s safe to say this has been an unexpected weekend.” Banner leans back on his sofa, bringing his feet up to rest on the large, cluttered, square wooden coffee table.
I let out a dry chuckle and take a sip of the ruby-red wine. “You could say that. I sure wasn’t expecting this.”
“But it’s good, right? Does he mind that you don’t bottom? He looks all toppy and everything.” He grins. Then his mouth drops open in surprise. “You let him? Fuck, Gage, this is huge.”
“It felt fucking huge. I’ll tell you that.” I can’t help the bubble of laughter bursting out.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Why though? Did he insist?”
“Don’t be stupid, Banner. I’m not going to go into it. All I say is I wanted to. It felt right. It also felt amazing, but that’s all you’re getting from me. Now, let’s talk about you and that delicious man you found. He’s very like?” My sentence gets cut short.
“Don’t say it. He’s nothing like him.” Banner’s eyes narrow as he snaps at me.
“Fine. I won’t say it. He seems a good guy. Are you going to see him again, or is it another cute guy you unnecessarily push away?”
“Don’t start, Gage. And yes, we do plan to get together again. We’re going for dinner on Wednesday.”
“That’s good. I’m glad to here it. You deserve a good guy, Banner.”
“I know. I’m such a catch! Jasper is a really nice guy, and he’s hot as fuck in bed. I want to keep seeing him. There you go. That’s my weekend documented. Where are you two going now? Is work going to be a problem?”
“Work will be fine. We don’t work directly together. He doesn’t have to answer to me, and I’m caught up with a lot more of the company as a whole, now I’m a partner. We don’t have a non-frat policy. Can’t really, not with Alexander and Dorian being together.” I can’t keep the grin off my face. “I’m really fucking happy.” I laugh.
Our Chinese takeaway arrives, and we move on to more mundane conversations and trash TV bingeing until it’s time for me to get home.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” I grab my coat and open the door. The cab driver has beeped once I’m giving him the opportunity to bump up the fare because he’s pissed off with me.
When I’m in the cab, I check my phone and see that Wolff has messaged me earlier. I’m not going to be guy who spends all night on his phone ignoring his company.
Wolff: I hate you. My bed smells of you.
I smile and tap off a reply.
Me: No, you don’t. You love me and have been wrapped around my pillow! ?
Wolff: I’m not answering that.
He’s quick to reply, making me smile. He must have his phone close by.
Wolff: Are you still at Banner’s?
Me: No, I’m in a cab. I’m ready to get to my bed.
Me: Someone tired me out this afternoon.
Wolff: You didn’t complain. Call me when you get home.
Me: True, I don’t think I ever will. Okay, I’ll be back in ten.
Damn! I wish I’d kept the other envelope now, I think as I wait for Banner to answer.
“Hi, Wolffie, how’s going? Has Gage dumped you already?” He laughs. Is this guy ever miserable?
“Hello, Banner, please don’t call me Wolffie, again, ever. And no, Gage is still deliciously in love with me.” I look at my boyfriend, who rolls his eyes at me but doesn’t deny it. “Can you come over to Gage’s this evening. Something has come up.”
“Is Gage okay?”
I can hear his concern. “Yes, he’s fine. So, will you?”
“Sure, I can be with you by seven.”
“We’ll see you then.”
I look back at Gage and smile. “He’ll be with us later. Are you ready?”
“Yep, let’s go.” He turns to Megan. “See you later.”
I hold out my hand for his, and we walk out together to the Underground. “This isn’t how I had tonight planned out.” Gage sighs.
“Nor me, but they won’t stay all night, and then we can get back to our plans. I promise to make you come at least three times tonight,” I whisper as he presses against me in the train carriage as we get bumped and jostled for the next ten minutes.
“Maybe we should tell them to come over tomorrow and start as soon as we get indoors.” He sighs against me.
“Baby, your first orgasm will be in the shower as soon as we get inside.” I growl in his ear.
“Fuck, yes, please.”
Why did I think I’ve just seen my sister? I haven’t heard a thing from her in over twelve years. I would’ve doubted I’d even recognise her. And yet that woman waiting at the crossing looked like my little sister, Claudia. Was it the way she was standing or how she tucked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear? The cruelty of my father stretched to denying me the chance to see or even speak to her again, giving me another reason to hate him. I look away and get back to messing with Wolff.
When we get to the wide glass double doors at the entrance of our offices, I look again, but I can’t see her anymore. There’s no reason why she wouldn’t be working around her. Every building is some sort of commerce building.
“Are you okay?” Wollf looks at me as I turn back to the door.
“Yes, sorry. I thought I saw someone I recognised, but it wasn’t.”
“Huh, no one. It’s not important.”
“Gage don’t do that. Don’t shut me out,” he quietly implores, making me stop and listen.
“I’m sorry, hon. You’re right. I thought I saw Claudia.” I try to keep my voice as matter-of-fact as I can. I don’t want to escalate my anxiety.
Wolff frowns as I see him try to put the name to the face and why it would bother me. Looking around the street again, he remembers. “Your sister Claudia?”
I nod and swallow hard like there’s a huge lump stuck in my throat and it’s about to suffocate me.
“When did you last see her?” The pain in my lover’s voice and eyes is overwhelming me. I think he sees it because he tugs me to the side, away from the flow of bustling people.
“Um, I think it was the day after the party. I know I didn’t see her the day I was kicked out. She was on holiday with a school friend’s family.
“Shit! Fuck, Gage.” He bites on his lip.
“Gage, we were talking about Xlsior this morning, so yes, we’re there. Now, can we get inside your place so we can take off our clothes and do rude things to each other.” He shoos me up the stairs, making me laugh and stumble when I turn back around.
When we get to my front door, Wolff crowds up behind me, pressing his firm body into mine and pushing me up against the black gloss door. I can feel the heat of his body through the layers of our clothes, but it’s his warm breath over my nape that has me groaning and pushing back.
“I need to be inside you, Gage,” he growls and thrusts his hips forward, canting them into my arse.
“Then let me open the door, you horndog!” I laugh and manage to push the key into the lock.
As the door opens, we tumble in. I’m laughing so hard because Wolff just won’t let me go.
“I want you naked and bent over the sofa. I’ve been dreaming of your arse all day long.” He drawls out the last three words as we rush through the hallway.
“Yes. Me. Too.” I can’t seem to find the simplest of words.
In seconds, we’re both naked. Our clothes are in a jumbled pile on the floor. With his hand on my back, Wolf firmly bends me over the back of my sofa. He strokes down the length of my spine, making me shiver as my skin pebbles, and goosebumps bloom over my skin.
“You are divine.” He kisses me between each word, his mouth travelling over my vertebrae. “And you are mine.”
The last kiss is at the top of my crease. His tongue takes over now as he spreads my cheeks wide. Slicking up and down but never quite reaching where I want him to be, my hole. The need to feel him heightens, and I reach behind to grab his head, holding him still, fixed in the perfect spot, between my cheeks.
“If you don’t get your mouth on my hole, I’m going to swap places and pound you so fucking hard,” I growl through gritted teeth.
MEET THE AUTHOR
ou will normally find her in the living room—typing away—with her dog, Maud. As a hopeless romantic, JJ dives into her stories, always falling in love with her men, making sure they get the happy ever after they deserves, even if they do have to work hard for it.
As a bona fide bookaholic, coffee-addicted, wine-drinking and swear-like-a-sailor type of girl, she has yet to work out how to act her age!! LOL. And she has no intentions of growing up or growing old gracefully.
JJ lives in a small, very quiet, village in Lincolnshire, UK, with her husband and dog, and spends all day dreaming up stories full of really hot men.