While working her shift at Freaks, Loren Westley is blasted in her tracks when a tall, dark stranger saunters in.   She can’t place what kind of being he is but that doesn’t keep her from deciding that before the night is over she plans on getting to know him very well.  Sure he’s dangerous, deadly looking, seeps trouble from his pours, and way too hot to pass up.  Loren is the kind of girl who grabs danger with both hands, and from the size of his feet, she won’t be disappointed.

With a sarcastic, self-deprecating first person narrative reminiscent of LK Hamilton’s Anita Blake and a nice splash of humor, A Sexual Spark grabbed me from Loren’s first exclamation of “Oh shit!”  When Mr. Ultimate Hotness waltzed into Freaks, his appearance reminded me of a JR Ward Black Dagger brother bad-ass.  Don’t let that mislead you.  Yes, there’s a taste of Charlaine Harris in Loren’s occupation.  Still she’s no Sookie Stackhouse, and the object of her instantly wet panties is no Bill Compton or Wrath.

Whatever, whoever inspired Ms. Sinclair to write this story, I’m grateful.  It was fun, frisky and fabulously hot-to-trot, holding its own in the bondage sleaze factor so well that the naughty girl in me grinned the entire time.  Reading time well spent and without regret.