Review: Own (The Need Series #3)







Our love is madness. A sane love can’t compare to the depth of our connection, our need for each other on a cellular level. I’d rather have five minutes of this kind of love than a lifetime of any other. It’s real and hard and not for the weak.” ~Brayden Dean Hunt

“I am completely and utterly ruined.”  That is the first phrase that came to my mind the minute that I finished N. Isabelle Blanco and K.I. Lynn’s latest release Own.  This incredible novel is the third and final installment in the Need series and to say that I have been eagerly anticipating its release for nearly a year is an understatement.

I yearned for this book.

Craved it to the point where I have re-read the first two books in this series multiple times.

The concept of the “forbidden romance” is one that I have never been able to resist, and this tale of a step-brother/step-sister romance is no exception.

Brayden Dean Hunt and Kira Paisley Roth are neighbors and childhood best friends who fall in love as teenagers.  Their worlds are shattered when Brayden’s father unexpectedly marries Kira’s mother.  What follows is a series of events that left me heart-broken and emotionally torn apart as they both try to cope with the fact that they both are missing integral pieces of their hearts and souls that no one else can ever replace.

Brayden and Kira both make mistakes, but the power of their electric connection is irrefutable.  Their attempt to deny it over the course of the first two books is futile and I was excited to see how the events in the final chapter of Take (book two) would play out in Own.

Lord Have Mercy, these two authors outdid themselves with this novel! I have been a huge fan of both of their work for years, but I was so emotionally overwhelmed when I finished Own that it took me a few days to sit down and write this review.  Doing so would mean that I would finally have to acknowledge that after three books, lots of tears and a plethora of overpowering emotions, the Need series was finally over.

Brayden and Kira’s love is wildly possessive and borderline obsessive.  That is what makes this series such a thrilling, intoxicating read.  I loved every single minute of it.

N. Isabelle Blanco and K.I. Lynn do a remarkable job exploring the concept of ownership and how it relates to a love that is so deep, profound, and rare that Kira and Brayden could never let it go, no matter how deeply that they hurt each other.  Brayden and Kira own a piece of each others’ hearts, bodies and spirits. The use of the term “own” throughout the novel solidifies this as fact.

“You own all of me.”  ~Brayden

“You don’t own him! I do!” ~Kira

“She kisses me with everything she has. Owning me.” ~Brayden

“If I haven’t {done} enough…for her to understand—for her to accept—that I own her and always will…I’m going to remedy that. And there’s nothing that she can do about it.” ~Brayden

It is hard to imagine that a fire can burn so intensely between two people who often treat each other with a coldness that parallels arctic frigidity.  Kira and Brayden run hot and cold through the entire series, but when they burn they light up the night with a passion that I have rarely seen in any erotica novel that I have read before.  When they get physical the connection between them is palpable and make no mistake about it, you will *feel* it.   That is part of what makes the Need series so memorable.

These scenes are so passionate, arousing and lascivious in a way that made me gasp out loud and physically flush.  When they come together it is delightfully sinful; I have no doubt that you will think about these scenes again and again. 😍

A lot of this is due to Brayden Dean Hunt and his filthy, dirty mouth.  My GAWD, he is mouth-watering!!! The things that he says (see excerpt)!!!

My eyes widened, my jaw slacked and I honestly envied Kira because a dirty talking, possessive, commanding man is a *serious* weakness of mine.  Brayden will always be my number one book boyfriend because he knows how to make you hot and lustful with mere words to the point where you want to snatch him right out of the book and lock him down in your bedroom for days!  I simply cannot imagine anyone ever taking his place in my heart.❤️

Own is one of those books that will make you incredibly sad when it is over. In spite of the angst, drama and “WTF moments” you will want to start the series all over again just because you have grown so attached to the characters and their inspirational voyage through love’s gratifying highs and heart-breaking lows.

There is not one single word in the English language that is strong enough to convey how much that I adore and love the Need series.  Own was just the icing on top of the delicious cake that got me addicted to the series from my very first taste.

I was an ardent follower and tremendous fan of both of these authors’ work well before I finished Own, but now I worship at N. Isabelle Blanco and KI Lynn’s alter.

READ this unforgettable series!!!

I have no doubt that you will love it as much as I do.

Overall: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Heat: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥


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Kira’s finally mine.


And nobody and nothing is going to take her from me. I’ll fight for her, to the death. Do anything for her.

There’s no more living without her. No more holding back my feelings.

If only it was enough.

We’re surrounded every day.




Everyone knows us. Now, they suspect. The odds are stacked against us more than before.

We live in the shadows, hiding our love from the entire world.

But not for long.

I refuse to live like this anymore.

I’ll do whatever it takes to own her. I’m waging a dark war against those that stand against us.

And I will win.

That girl is going to be mine forever, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.



***Dirty talking Brayden alert!!!!  If swearing and graphic sex offends you, please stop here!!! You’ve been warned…. I do not lie!  ~Naughty Girl***


Why the fuck is Kira at this party?

Stupid question.

I have no right to begrudge her this. She should be here, having fun, experiencing college to the fullest.

It just burns that she came here without telling me. That she didn’t even think of inviting me.

That she’s pushing me away while making time to sit on the grass with Austin.

If Dana hadn’t told Ryan to call me, I wouldn’t have known Kira was here.

This party is taking place in one of the student’s homes—a mansion so fucking big, it’s bordering on ridiculous.

I’m never going to find Kira here, and according to what Dana told Ryan, Kira’s shitfaced. Drunk out of her mind.

And Dana lost her.

Growling under my breath, I push past the crowd, ignoring every drunk girl who tries to grope me.

Sometimes I wonder how I ever got high off this kind of attention. How my ego fed on it. It’s annoying as fuck.

I’ve already checked the large ass kitchen. Two of the sitting rooms. The foyer. The pool room. And almost every room upstairs.

I get a text from Dana. Marilyn just spotted her going into the movie theater on the first floor. OMW there now.

Of course this place has a movie theater, too.

Fucking ridiculous, as I said.

I about-face and practically fly down the stairs. I have no idea where the hell the movie theater is, so I grab a few people as I walk and ask them.

All of them are as clueless as I am.

They look at me as if I’m crazy.

To them, I probably look like I am.

Finally, I find one person who knows. Don’t know who he is, don’t care. He points me in the right direction, and I rush away without even thanking him.

The theater is all the way in the back of the house, in an area that’s actually empty. I get there in time to see Dana opening the door and rushing in.

Man, she’s an awesome girl. I could never thank her enough for caring for Kira the way she obviously does.

I go inside and find the small theater empty, except for Dana, Marilyn . . .

And Kira.

My breath whooshes out of me at the sight of her. I’m instantly hard, aching, furious, and possessive.

We haven’t fucked in days and I’d be lying if I said my balls aren’t full to bursting. I need sex right now like I need air and she’s the only person to give it to me.

But she came here, in that tiny, dark purple dress.

I have no right to tell her how to dress–but what the fuck is she doing coming to a party dressed like that without me?

Kira’s leaning against one of the chairs all the way at the front of the theater, refusing to move despite Marilyn urging her.

It’s obvious she really is drunk as a motherfucker.

“I just want to be alone, guys,” she says, almost whining.

I refuse to be amused. Now’s not the time. I’m too pissed at her.

But, fuck me. She’s sexy, adorable, and those lips are begging for my cock.

“I know, sweetie. But it’s not good for you to be alone right now.”

Kira swats Marilyn away. “Stop your shit, woman. You’re not my mother.”

Even Dana laughs at that one.

“She’s not. But I’m your man. And I say you’re not going to be alone.”

They all turn to stare at me as I walk down the short steps toward them.

Kira’s eyes flare with resentment.

With lust.

She rakes me with a cold stare that still manages to burn my entire body with how hungry it is.

Damn. If any of these girls just happen to look down a bit, they’re going to get an eyeful of how hard my dick is.

“I don’t want you here, either.” She swats me away like an imperious little queen.

“Girls. Leave us.”

Marilyn and Dana hesitate at my tone.

I don’t have time for this shit. “Now.”

Dana snaps to action first and leads Marilyn up the stairs and out of the theater.

Kira’s still looking at me with that rebellious hunger, a lust-filled sneer on her face.

I have no qualms about reaching down and palming my dick in front of her.

Her eyes flare hungrily.

“We’re leaving, Kitty. Now.” I can’t fuck her until she sobers up considering how angry at me she is, but I’m getting her home.

Kira steps toward me and stumbles at bit.

I rush forward and catch her, pulling her up against me.

Contact. Seering, torturous contact. I have my arms wrapped around her, my hands on her ass, before I realize what I’m doing. As always, it’s an instant reaction. Absolutely zero control over my own body.

Kira pushes at my chest and that sexy small growl she gives me turns me on so much. “Don’t touch me.”

My barely leashed temper snaps free. “Like hell. You’re mine.”

She struggles against me, her body sliding along mine. “Excuse me if I don’t want to go back to fucking the dick I’ve seen inside Jennifer two too many times.”

She’s hurting. I get it. Shit, I’d be even more feral in her shoes.

But I’ll be damned if I let her pretend she doesn’t want me anymore.

Fisting her hair, I slide my other hand under her dress and roughly shove her panties to side.

Kira lets out a broken gasp at the feel of my fingers slipping inside her.

I move them around on purpose so she can hear how wet she is. “Lie to me again. Tell me you don’t want me,” I growl in her face.

Her arms wind around my neck and she slams her lips against mine. Growling at me like she  hates me and wants to eat me at the same time, she kisses me with everything she has.

Owning me.

Trying to control me.

I want nothing more than to show her who’s fucking in charge here, but she’s licking my tongue like it’s the tip of my dick, and her hips are thrusting up and down, fucking my fingers.

Using me for her pleasure.

Her body locks up, her plump pussy swelling around my fingers. A throb, a rush of liquid, and she’s squirting into my hand, her sexy moans echoing between our lips.

God damn.

I manhandle her, my mind cracking under the pressure of so much need. Spinning, I fall to my knees on the short steps and place her beneath me.

The steps are short but they’re huge. Enough to accommodate her lower body on one.

Kira leans back with her elbows on the step above her. Head thrown back, gorgeous throat exposed, she struggles to pull in air.

I lean back on my haunches and yank my belt open.

The sound makes her raise her head. By the time her eyes are on my crotch, I already have my glistening cock out in my hand.

She whispers my name like a prayer.


This is what I need. No more distance. No more pain. Just her and her nearly demonic need to have me.

And I need this even more.

I grab her thighs and tug her toward me. Kira says my name again. Her hands land on my shoulders, fisting my shirt.

I spread her legs wide, wider than I probably should, and slide that juicy cunt right onto my dick.

Her body arches off the stairs like she’s being possessed.

She is.

If I haven’t left enough of me inside her for her to understand—for her to accept—that I own her and always will . . .

I’m going to remedy that.

And there’s nothing she can do about it.

I pull my hips back, slow, hissing at the slick feel of her pussy walls tightening. Trying to keep me in.

Kira whimpers, clenching me even harder.

Wanting to let me go and powerless to do anything but keep me.

Using all my strength, I slam back into her.

One hard, vicious thrust.

She cries out and comes all over me.


Just like that.

I crack my neck, a growl purring through my chest, and lay into her. No mercy. No thought.

I’m close. Just a few more pumps into that slick cunt.

Kira fists my hair, her moans bouncing off the walls around us. I lower myself down and brace my elbows on either side of her head.

She tries to tug me down and kiss me.

I slide one hand beneath her head, fisting that beautiful hair, and drag her up to me. “Who told you that you could come here dressed like that?”

She bites my lip hard enough to make my vision snap white. I think I taste blood. “Fuck you. You don’t own m—” She chokes on her words with my next thrust.

I can’t stop groaning, yet somehow I’m laughing in her face at the ridiculousness of her statement. “You want to keep fucking lying to yourself, Kitty?”

She hisses like the wild cat she is and leans up to lick across my bottom lip. When she pulls back, I see it.

Her lips are stained with the blood she drew from me.

I press my lips to her, our tongues dueling. We’re nothing but a mindless mass of sex, and I can feel the come rising up my shaft.

In the back of my head, it registers that I hear people speaking.

Drawing closer.

On the other side of the door.

“That bitch ruined my life!”

“First off, don’t ever call her a bitch in front of me. Got it? Secondly, you have no proof it was her that sent your parents that video. Third, back the fuck off, or I’m going to forget we were ever—”

The door opens.

I raise my head enough to look up. For a split second, the fact that we’ve been caught freezes me.

Then I see two pairs of familiar blue eyes locked on us.




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K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestselling Series, Breach. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.


N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.

N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.




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