4.5 Stars for Wicked Wish, Book 2 in Sawyer Bennett’s Wicked Horse Vegas Series

4.5 Stars for Wicked Wish, Book 2 in Sawyer Bennett’s Wicked Horse Vegas Series

Jorinda Pearce thought she did everything right – graduated from college, married her long-time sweetheart, established a career. But what does she have to show for it now? A degree she doesn’t use, a job she hates, and an ex-husband that broke her heart.

Looking for a long overdue adventure, Jorie takes a walk on the wild side and attends a masquerade event at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s exactly the escape she’s looking for, and even better, she can explore anonymously. Drawn to the man masked in black leather with the body of a god, Jorie finds the greatest pleasures of her life at the hands of a stranger.

Walsh Brooks is the most sought after man in The Wicked Horse. Sex is nothing but a game to him and he’s the type that will always leave at the end of the night without looking back. Unfortunately for Walsh, there’s no way he can walk away from the mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers, because he knows exactly who she is.

Jorie is his best friend’s little sister and there’s not another woman in the world that’s more off limits.



4.5 Stars

*keep reading for an excerpt and one of my favorite scenes of the book*

I couldn’t put Wicked Wish down and it took about five seconds for me to fall in love with Walsh and Jorie. I’ve been craving this book and I didn’t even know it! I love, love, love the best friend’s little sister trope which is typically seen in the new adult genre, but this book is all about adults and that’s what makes it so much fun and such a great read.

Sawyer Bennett is quickly becoming one of my favorite romance authors and her Wicked Horse Vegas series my favorite of 2017. I loved Wicked Favor. Trista and Jerico were a couple that I had no problem getting behind even though I wasn’t sure about the sex club/public sex setting. Bennett made them totally relatable and repeats that with Walsh and Jorie. This isn’t erotica. This is a beautiful love story with some fantastically written erotic love scenes. There’s a huge difference. Even if you’re tired of the same old love scenes that seem to fill romance books these days, Bennett gives her readers scenes that feel fresh and are organic.

Jorie was easy to love. Emotionally devastated by her husband who tells her she’s no good in bed and throws her out of their home, Jorie returns to Vegas and the place she grew up. After a week of wallowing, she takes matters into her own hands and winds up in the Wicked Horse where she’s determined to prove she is good at sex. This girl is independent and doesn’t run from a challenge. When Walsh realizes who he just had kinky, hardcore sex with, he freaks, but that doesn’t deter Jorie who knows what she wants and what she wants is Walsh.

Walsh likes kinky sex. Walsh likes pubic sex. Walsh likes lots of sex. After divorcing his wife, he’s spent his free time at the Wicked Horse fulfilling his every dirty desire. He’s not interested in romance, at all, until he looks down at the masked woman in his arms and realizes that he’s just ravaged the one woman he’s never forgotten. The fact that she’s off limits and a source of shame for him sends him running, but Jorie refuses to let him go.

The dance these two engage in as they fall in love is so much fun. They’re amazing together in bed and out. Their shared history plays a big role as they embark on a secret relationship, one that Walsh knows would anger Jorie’s brother Micah. After all, Micah sees him as just another big brother to Jorie. Walsh helped raise her, to include changing her diapers. What Micah doesn’t know is that there’s some unrequited lust between Jorie and Walsh and a big secret that made Walsh, 8 years her senior, a hero in Jorie’s eyes. These two things connect them in ways they didn’t realize until they fell into each other’s arms.

It’s predictable that Micah will find out, but the book takes a surprising turn when Walsh makes his choice between best friend and lover and Jorie’s husband enters the picture. I struggled a bit with the story at this point because it throws a couple of wrenches into the lives of the characters that I wasn’t completely comfortable with. It was so unexpected and made me stop and think… which is a sign of a great story.

4.5 stars for Wicked Wish. Heat level: 4.5

I received a copy of this book from the author and InkSlingerPR in exchange for honest feedback.

Wicked Wish was published in August 2017 by the author.

Wicked Wish (The Wicked Horse Vegas Book 2)



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Squaring my shoulders, I march into The Royale and head straight for the concierge desk. I haven’t been in this casino before. Hell, I haven’t been in hardly any of them. Sure, I’d only grown up about forty-five minutes away, but gambling and all-you-can-eat buffets held no interest to me.

From Micah bragging about his best friend over the years, I knew Walsh orchestrated the purchase of the land, then pulled together financing with two other partners to build this casino. It’s one of the most popular on the strip, boasting five-star dining, old-world elegance, and superior customer service. Again, all this from Micah, but honestly… I’m so proud of Walsh, too. We may have lost touch over the years, but I’ll never forget all the ways in which he acted as a big brother to me.


Okay… that’s gross. Thinking of Walsh like a brother.

I scrub my mind clean of that thought and demand myself never to do that again.

Rather, I’ll never forget all the ways in which Walsh provided me friendship and support in my formative years.

Yes… much better.

“Can I help you?” a man behind the concierge desk asks with a genuine and friendly smile. Not snooty as I would expect in a fancy hotel, and I guess that goes to the superior customer service The Royale strives for.

“Yes… hi,” I say as I nervously tuck my hair behind my ears on both sides. “I need to see Mr. Brooks. How do I go about getting access to his apartment?”

Micah told me some time ago that Walsh lives here.

The concierge never loses his friendly smile, but a single eyebrow arches high at my temerity.

“Oh, gosh,” I stammer. “That came out stalkerish. Mr. Brooks… I mean, Walsh… and I are longtime friends. He used to babysit me.”

“Your name?” the man asks as he pulls up something on his computer.

“Jorie Pearce.”

After a moment of scanning, he looks up at me. “Your name isn’t on the approved list.”

“Well, he’s not exactly expecting me.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Pearce,” he says with true regret in his voice. “But our policy is strict. No one gets up to the private penthouse without their name on the list.”

I lean on the desk with one elbow and lower my voice. “Just out of curiosity… are there any women on that list?”

The eyebrow shoots up again.

“No, wait,” I say hastily as I hold my palms toward him in a silent plea to not process my last request either mentally or on the computer. “That’s totally stalkerish, and I didn’t mean that.”

“Miss Pearce,” the concierge says, now with a hint of annoyance. “Perhaps you’d like to leave a message? I can get it up to Mr. Brooks today and he can call you.”

“No, I need to see him now,” I tell him firmly. “And I swear it’s not to cook a rabbit in a pot on his stove. Can you please just call up to his apartment?”

“That’s not our policy—”

“Look,” I snap as I lean across the desk slightly. “I’m a lifelong friend of Walsh’s. My brother is his best friend. We lost touch for a few years, but we ran into each other last night. I really need to talk to him about something that happened last night, and I’m not leaving this hotel until you call up to his apartment.”

The eyebrow doesn’t arch but it does draw inward to meet its match on the other side as he considers what I just said.

“I swear to you,” and here I pause to look at his name tag, “Bentley. Please just call him. He won’t be mad.”

With a sigh, he relents and picks up the phone receiver, punching in a five-digit number. After a pause, he says, “Mr. Brooks… I’m very sorry to disturb you, sir, but there’s a Miss Jorie Pearce here to see you. She says she’s a longtime friend.”

I watch as Bentley listens, but I can’t gauge what’s being said as his face remains blank. Finally, he says, “Very good, sir.”

I take this to mean I’ll be getting an escort to the penthouse suite, but Bentley replaces the receiver and says, “I’m sorry, Miss Pearce. But Mr. Walsh told me to tell you he’s busy and can’t receive you right now.”

My eyes narrow at Bentley. “I don’t believe you. Call back and let me talk to him.”

“I assure you, I just talked to him and that’s what he said.”

“Call him back,” I order as I point to the phone.

“I can’t,” he says almost with a wail. “If I do, he’ll fire me.”

Okay, that hits home. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, so I say, “Fine. Give me just a moment.”

I take a few steps away from the concierge desk and pull my iPhone out. I shoot off a quick text to Micah. What’s Walsh’s phone number?

I wait a few moments, but I know Micah is awake in San Francisco at this hour. His phone is always on, and he never ignores a text from me.

He responds with the number before I can even start to tap my foot with impatience, adding on, Why?

I hate the lie, but I write back, Came to Vegas for the day. Thought I’d see if he could meet up for lunch. Haven’t seen him in years.

Cool, he writes back. Tell him I said, “what’s up, douche?”

I roll my eyes as I text back, Real mature. Love ya. Later.

After I save the number to my contacts, I open a new text to Walsh. Let me up to see you or I’m going straight back to The Wicked Horse to satisfy some further curiosities I have.

I hit send and then walk back to the concierge desk. I merely lean one elbow on it and watch Bentley with a silent smile. The phone rings about ten seconds after that.

Bentley’s eyes fly to mine as he listens, and then says, “Yes, sir. Right away.”

When he replaces the receiver, he says, “I’m to show you to the penthouse elevator.”

“Thank you, Bentley,” I say brightly.



Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions.

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.

Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.



2 thoughts on “4.5 Stars for Wicked Wish, Book 2 in Sawyer Bennett’s Wicked Horse Vegas Series

  1. I haven’t read too many books with the best friend’s little sister trope but I have to say I do find it so sweet as well! I’m glad you enjoyed this one so much and fell in love almost instantly 🙂 Wonderful review!

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