ARC Review: Exposed (Madame X #2) by Jasinda Wilder with Excerpt

26026061Exposed by Jasinda Wilder
Madame X, #2
Release Date: March 1, 2016

Rating: 5 Stars

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New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder presents the second darkly seductive novel starring the mysterious Madame X.

Everything Madame X has ever known is contained within the four walls of the penthouse owned by her lover, her keeper, the man who controls her every move and dominates her desires. While Caleb owns her body, someone else has touched her soul. X’s awakening at the hands of Logan’s raw, honest masculinity has led her down a new path, one that is as exciting as it is terrifying.

But Caleb’s need to own her completely knows no bounds, and he isn’t about to let her go. Not without a fight that could destroy them all…



I would like to thank the publisher for providing me with an advance reviewer copy of Exposed for an honest review.

Exposed was my number 1 most anticipated adult read of 2016 and oh, boy it so did not disappoint!!! Holy Hot Damn Exposed is off the charts HOT!!! The scenes in this book are some of the sexiest, and definitely will have you flying through the pages. It takes off right where Madame X left off and actually recaps the end of the first book but with added details. I am so conflicted with this book, not in my opinion because it is so spectacular but about Caleb. I am solid in my thoughts on Logan, and even if he has flaws I like him a lot, but Caleb, I am so drawn to his dominant ways and a part of me knows that he is so wrong but I want to understand him. I am so wanting him to be redeemable. Madame X has to figure who she is, what she wants, and what she can accept.

Madame X has learned from Logan her former name. She now is questioning who she can trust, and where she belongs. After all the sacrifices that Caleb has made she feels she owes him. Why though did he make all those sacrifices and what makes her different? If she is different why can’t he really let her in? Madame X soon sees something that breaks her belief in her relationship with Caleb. She wonders what his feelings are for her. If he cares for her like he says then how could he do what he has done?

X soon leaves and runs to Logan. Logan vows to protect her and help her work through what she needs to do to find out what she wants. X worries that she isn’t truly done with Caleb, and Logan worries about the same thing. Logan lets her know that she needs to figure out where she stands with Caleb before they can move on. Caleb and his power over her can’t be something between them.

Can X move on and figure out what she wants? Can Caleb let her go? Will Logan help protect her from the dangerous world she is involved in? You have to read this sequel to find out!

Exposed is so amazing and I seriously had the worst book-hangover, I couldn’t pick up another book for a week. I just wanted book 3 so bad!!! This book is one of my favorites and Jasinda is by far at the top of my list for favorite authors after this series. If you like a sexy, erotic, suspenseful book this is the series for you! I would definitely recommend it and I am giving it 5 out of 5 stars, it would be way higher if my rating went higher!!!



I wake sobbing.

Nightmares of sirens and flashing lights and a pair of cold cruel dark eyes staring haughty and inscrutable down at me as I am used like a receptacle. Nightmares of a perfect body pinning me to an elevator door. Sorcery, stealing my will, manipulating my desires, cool silk of a tie wiping my face. Rain cold and wet and windblown, shifting shadows and blood and pain.

My dream is pervaded by a voice: “Isabel, you’re okay. It was just a dream.”

Who is Isabel?

The voice is in my ear, soft and tender and warm. “I’m here, Isabel.”

Oh, it’s me. I’m Isabel.

I am Isabel; I have to remind myself that it is true.

I am lifted, cradled. I hear a heartbeat under my ear, feel soft cotton under my cheek. I am lying on top of him, as if he is my bed. His hands smooth in caressing circles on my back.

I cannot stop sobbing.

My eyes burn with hot tears, and I try to stop them, but I can’t. “L-Logan—”

“Ssshhh. It’s okay. I’m here.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I can’t—can’t stop—”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. Cry if you need to. I’ve got you. I won’t let go.”

I can only cling to him and cry. My whole body shakes with shuddering, wracking sobs, as if a lifetime of pent-up tears are being ripped out of me wholesale.

I don’t know how long it lasts. Minutes? Hours? A measureless time of weeping. I think I have cried more in the last twelve hours than in all my life.

Eventually, I am able to breathe normally and the sobs and shudders fade.

I remain still, barely breathing now.

On top of Logan.

Aware of him, suddenly.

Completely attuned to every inch of him, stretched out beneath me. His arms around me, his chin tucked against the top of my head. His denim-sheathed thighs beneath mine, thick and hard. His breath on my hair. His hips nudging mine. My hands on his pectoral muscles, my breasts crushed against his sternum.

There is a shift then. A charge to the air. Electricity crackling.

And now, between one breath and the next, it is sexual, the way I’m lying on him.

I can’t breathe again, but for a different reason.

I can’t breathe for wanting him.

Needing him.

“Isabel . . .” he breathes.


“I need you to get up,” he says, and it isn’t what I expected. “There are still some people working out there, and in a few more seconds I’m going to forget that.”

“What would happen if you did, Logan?” I ask. I don’t recognize the daring, the boldness, the raw hunger in my voice.

His fingers twine gently into my hair and pulls, tipping my face up to his.

It’s me, this time,

kissing him,

and kissing him,

and kissing him.

My fingers wrap around the back of his head, clinging to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, pulling myself higher on his body, needing needing needing to be closer to him, to press my lips more completely against his, to taste him, to feel him. I breathe him. His hand, resting on my back, slides lower. I arch against him, press my body against his. There is no part of me that isn’t touching him. I pause to breathe, gasping against his lips. I want more of me to touch more of him. I want all of him, all of me, all of us.

I crave completion, of a kind only Logan can provide.

He feathers his mouth against mine, a teasing brush of lips against lips, heat of breath on tasting tongue.

“That will happen,” he whispers.

“Oh,” I murmur.

“Yeah, oh.” His fingers are tangled in my hair, applying gentle delicious pressure to my scalp, keeping my face tilted to his. “And now I can’t stop.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I have to,” he says. “Or there won’t be any stopping at all.”

“Logan . . .”

“I want you. I need you. But Isabel, you deserve better—we deserve better—than on a couch in my conference room, with a dozen people on the other side of the wall.”


Jasinda WilderAbout the author:

NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY, WALL STREET JOURNAL and international bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. Her bestselling titles include ALPHA, STRIPPED, WOUNDED, and the #1 Amazon and international bestseller FALLING INTO YOU. You can find her on her farm in Northern Michigan with her husband, author Jack Wilder, her five children and menagerie of animals.

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