REVIEW: Wicked Games by Jill Myles


I picked up Wicked Games as more of a joke book.  I needed something to fill some time and I really didn’t care what it was.

With that said, the first 35% of this book had me laughing so hard, that the people around me became annoyed.  Bully for them!

There will be several highlights from the book in this review.  All worthy, I assure you 🙂

This is an erotica / romance book that has plowed head first into a series of Survivor.  Now, I’m not a big fan of that show.  I don’t like politics.  I don’t like manipulation.  I just don’t like any of it.  So, when I realized what this book was going to be about, I totally frowned.  If I open a book, I must finish.  So I’m frowning and whining to myself, when I find myself laughing hysterically.

I have read a lot of books (Shocker, right?), this one took my by surprise.  I expected dirty, sandy sex.  I expected anger and resentment.  I expected the politics and manipulation.  What I didn’t expect, was the comedy.

Anger, lust, romance, deception, sex .. All wrapped into one beautifully packaged story.


You know, it’s funny.  All the other girls on the island look like they’d love to spend a few days alone with me.  Abby looks at me as if she’d like to take my axe and gut me like a fish.  Weirdest chick I’ve ever met.  Decent swimmer, though.  Let’s hope she doesn’t totally blow it during the challenges. — Dean Woodall, Day 2.

One of the first challenges between the teams (Teams made up of two), was for Abby and Dean to work together to paint some flags.  One person blind folded.  The other instructing.  That went over real well.  Heh not.  Take a few days of frustrating scowling and toss them into a clueless leading the blind challenge.  What do you get?  Tears of laughter!

“I can’t draw if you don’t tell me–” 


I threw down my brush, grabbed the closest pot of paint, and lobbed it over the table at my partner.  I didn’t hear it connect, so I grabbed the next one, and the next one, and heard the satisfying thwacks as they hit Dean (I hoped).

I ripped off my blindfold and glared at my partner.  Mister Perfect Jock was covered in yellow and red paint – quickly dripping to orange.  A streak of blue covered half the table and our flag looked as if the paint had thrown up on it.  He was glaring at me with utter disgust.

“If you yell at me again,” I screamed back, “I’m going to shove that fucking brush down your throat.  Understand?”  (Abby)

I have some other highlights, but they fall a little too much into the spoiler category!  So not happening.

I love this book.  I do.  I recommend this book to ADULTS ONLY.  There is little to no violence (With few lovely paint scenes heh).  The sexual content is tasty moderate.

I have a “Line of the Book” highlighted, but I don’t want to post it.  It’s beautiful and totally rocking awesome!  It is a spoiler and I just can’t do that to you.

~Happy reading!

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