TRASHY FOREPLAY Release Blitz & Book Review | Gemma James (@gemmajames80)


Title: Trashy Foreplay

Author: Gemma James

Publication Date: August 3, 2017

Genre: Erotic Romance



Reviewed by Lola

5 KINK Review | Source: ARC gifted by author/publisher/PR firm 

The limits of forbidden desires are well tested in Trashy Foreplay. I am still waiting on the trashy part however.  Beating hearts suffering on the other hand, that’s another story. How to make a remarkable love story out of a controversial experience while managing to cast a spell on the reader is pure golden.

I only read the first 4 lines of the book summary and decided “Yeah, I want this book.” The first 4 lines was the magic. I wanted to come to the book in a state of ignorance, with no advance knowledge of its content beyond these 4 sentences. I wanted my state of mind to be spoiler free.

Never flirt with temptation.

Never lust after what I can’t have.

And never, under any circumstances, screw a married man again.

By the time this story is told, I’ll have failed at all three…

We meet Julia Harley and Cash Montgomery. When Cash meets Jules, they  suffer an undeniable sexual charge between each other. It’s star-cross lovers passing in the night. Jules and “sexy stranger” shares a fantastic brief moment for a short period of time. Afterwards, they go their separate ways wishing to prolong the insta- lust longer.

Cash has all the glamour of the anti-hero. My first impression of him was “oh no, that’s so sad”. My first impression of Julia aka Jules was ”  you made your bed, now deal with it.” I finish this story longing for her happiness. She’s intelligent, strong- willed, confident in her decisions and their consequences. She does not have one moment of playing the victim. Instead, she is open and honest about what she wants while acknowledging she can’t have what she wants. Her only crime is falling for the wrong person.

From the very beginning you will feel the angst and struggle. It will weave a magical potion on your heart’s desire. Ms. James has formed a plot that is very unforgiving. By the end of this story you may want to say “well done” to her. She remains faithful to the material. The dialogue and the direction the story line takes is filled with dark forbidden desires, daily cravings and the ultimate culmination of mega hot sex guaranteed to melt your panties off. And with all this bubbling desire running your cup over boom – cliffhanger.

Trashy Foreplay is a hot and steamy read that will leave you electrified. Once you start you will not finish. It will definitely get you primed and ready for Trashy Conquest, the next book.

For readers, don’t try to make this story about cheating.  It’s fiction so don’t take it too personal.  Therefore I will leave you with this quote: “A great mind can entertain a thought without accepting it” – author unknown.



Never flirt with temptation.

Never lust after what I can’t have.

And never, under any circumstances, screw a married man again.

By the time this story is told, I’ll have failed at all three…

With my heart and reputation in ruins, I can’t afford to make another mistake. Boarding a flight to Seattle is supposed to give me a clean slate, but from the moment Cash Montgomery slides into the seat next to mine, I’m captivated by his steel eyes that see too much. I ache for this stranger in a way I’ve never ached for anyone.

But I didn’t know he was married, and I sure as hell didn’t see the curveball fate had in store. My clean slate in Seattle isn’t so clean after all because my new boss is the man forbidden to me.

And the only man I want.

The only man I’ll do anything for, even if it means breaking the promise I made to myself when I fled my old life in shame.

I wasn’t supposed to fall for a married man, but I did.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Though the subject matter deals with cheating, there are no innocent parties here. Book 1 in the Trashy Affair series.


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I go perfectly still as his arm snakes around me from behind. A warm palm flattens against my stomach, and the tips of his fingers inch beneath the waistband of my jeans. Everything south of that tempting hand flares to life, setting off a deep ache I know only he can fix.

Pulling me against his body, he leans down and whispers into my ear. “Watching him touch you is killing me.”

“Knowing you’re married is killing me.”

He curses under his breath. A hint of his woodsy cologne, along with the sweet aroma of bourbon fills my nostrils.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Maybe a little.” He whirls me around until we’re face-to-face, and my heart flutters in my throat as he tightens his arms around me. “Come upstairs with me.”

His proximity riots through me, the heat of his body sizzling all the way to my fucking toes. We fall into a lazy sway, dancing but not quite, and for a crazy second, I consider following him to the VIP area in the loft. As far as I can tell it’s empty unless a stray couple is hiding in the shadows in the very back. I doubt it though. The club is vibrating with restless energy as everyone crowds the first floor in anticipation of the concert.

“Look at me, Jules.”

His words jolt me to awareness, and I realize I’m staring at his chest. I curl my hands into fists at my sides, too tempted to run my palms down that broad expanse hiding underneath cotton. I bet it’s the softest material on the planet, but I won’t find out because I’m not going there.


Not. Gonna. Do. It.

Because I have zero control right now, and we’re standing in the middle of a busy club with God-knows-who watching. And if I dotouch him…I might not stop.

“Jules,” he murmurs. “Bring those gorgeous eyes up here.”

I lift my chin and dive headfirst into the fire of his gaze. His eyes are a smoldering, liquid steel. “Cash…please…”

“Please what?”

“Don’t make me want to give in. You’re married.” My voice cracks on that ugly word.

“My marriage is a sham.”

“Your marriage is your business.” I grip his arms, intending to push him away. But somewhere along the way, my brain gets its wires crossed, and I end up curling my fingers around his biceps. God, he’s built—solid man through and through.

“I disagree,” he says, dipping his head until our mouths linger a hairsbreadth from each other. “Everything about me is very much your business.”


“Because I can’t feel this way about you without it being your business.”



About the Author

Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

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