“I like storms. Thunder, torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get fi
“I like storms. Thunder, torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get filled with this giddy expectation. Everything is more beautiful in the rain. Don’t ask me why. But it’s like this whole other realm of opportunity. I used to feel like a superhero, riding my bike over the dangerously slick roads, or maybe an Olympic athlete enduring rough trials to make it to the finish line.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book shivered my pulse. ♦ ____________________________________________
“On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky. I remember I’d shovel in my breakfast as fast as I could, so I could go knock on your door. We’d play all day, only coming home for food and sleep. We played hide and seek, you’d push me on the swing, or we’d climb trees. Being your sidekick gave me a sense of home again.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book tossed a hurricane into my lungs. ♦ ____________________________________________
“You see, when I was ten, my mom died. She had cancer, and I lost her before I really knew her. My world felt so insecure, and I was scared. You were the person that turned things right again. With you, I became courageous and free. It was like the part of me that died with my mom came back when I met you, and I didn’t hurt anymore. Nothing hurt if I knew I had you.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book left crinkles at the corner of eyes like smiling wounds. ♦ ____________________________________________
“Then one day, out of the blue, I lost you, too. The hurt returned, and I felt sick when I saw you hating me. My rainstorm was gone, and you became cruel. There was no explanation. You were just gone. And my heart was ripped open. I missed you. I missed my mom. What was worse than losing you was when you started to hurt me. Your words and actions made me hate coming to school. They made me uncomfortable in my own home.” ____________________________________________
♦ This books left teeth marks in my bottom lip. ♦ ____________________________________________
“Everything still hurts, but I know none of it is my fault. There are a lot of words that I could use to describe you, but the only one that includes sad, angry, miserable, and pitiful is ‘coward.’ In a year, I’ll be gone, and you’ll be nothing but some washout whose height of existence was in high school.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book wrecked my eyelashes. ♦ ____________________________________________
“You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all of those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but turns out that pricks in mustangs can still leave scars.” ____________________________________________
But more importantly, it’s about Cath Avery’s college experience and all the life lessons in between.
Cath is such a phenomenal character. Because she’s both tough and endearing. Plus, she has this super quick and snarky wit that’s freaking hilarious in every way possible! And she’s kind of this cool eccentric, totally awkward girl. I mean, she writes fan fiction and she’s famous (but anonymous) for it, people make her nervous (which is where that snarky wit of hers comes in), and she has a twin sister who’s also her best friend and is Cath’s total opposite.
But I think my favorite thing about Cath is that she’s so damn relatable! She worries about the same things you and I do (like, “Good god… what happens when and if I’m late to class? Should I knock? Just walk right in and give the professor my coffee and pretend that’s why I was late in the first place? Should I bearcrawl my way to my seat and hope no one notices?). Just random, stupid things like that but that totally make a difference when you’re in the moment, know what I mean?
And she’s always been so codependent on her fanfiction stories and on her very independent twin sister… that she gets to college and finds out that she can’t be that way anymore. She has to learn to speak up for herself, and to be that awkward girl, and to be totally okay with it!
So in a way, this book’s about first experiences (the good and the bad) and seeing it through the eyes of an awesome/awkward/totally kickass girl who’s both the girl she was and the girl she’s going to be.
You’re also going to meet these completely hilarious and awesome characters… who aren’t just characters, they’re people full of character.
*Like Reagan, Cath’s dorm roomie.
She did everything so forcefully. She swung their door open; she slammed it shut. She was bigger than Cath, a little taller and lot more buxom (seriously, buxom). She just seemed bigger. On the inside, too.
*Wren, her sister.
Wren had always been the Social One. The Friendly One. The one who got invited to quinceaneras and birthday parties. But before—in junior high and high school—everyone knew that if you invited Wren, you got Cath. They were a package deal, even at dances. There were three years’ worth of photos, taken at every homecoming, of Cath and Wren standing with their dates under an archway of balloons or in front of a glittery curtain.
They were a package deal, period. Since always.
*Cath’s single-parent dad.
“Dad. Why haven’t you called me? I left you a million messages.”
“You left me too many messages. You shouldn’t be calling me or even thinking about me. You’re in college now. Move on.”
“It’s just school, Dad. It’s not like we have irreconcilable differences.”
“Honey, I’ve watched a lot of 90210. The parents weren’t even on the show once Brandon and Brenda went to college. This is your time—you’re supposed to be going to frat parties and getting back together with Dylan.”
“Why does everyone want me to go to frat parties?”
“Who wants you to go to frat parties? I was just kidding. Don’t hang out with frat guys, Cath, they’re terrible. All they do is get drunk and watch 90210.”
*And there’s ♥Levi♥.
Levi’s definitely my runner-up for favorite character.
He’s not the hottest guy on campus and he’s not all broody and oozing sex appeal. He’s the guy you want to come home to when there are puddles rivering through the sidewalks, and he’s the cute guy you want to call when you’ve just had the best two minutes of your life and you want to tell someone, and he’s the cute and amazing guy you want to walk you home late at night and who’s going to open your doors for you and make you laugh when your lower lip’s trembling from trying to hold a bad day in.
Levi’s just that guy who every girl is going to meet, has already met, and wants to meet. Does that make sense? He’s realistic, because he’s completely imperfect and is perfect in the ways that matter.
Especially for Cath. They go from being acquaintances, to friends, and turn into something inseparable.
And these two banter the entire way through that’s going to make you laugh and keep you laughing.
(talking about Wren, her twin sister, and Wren's boyfriend) "Maybe we should go on lots of double dates," Cath said, "and then we can get married on the same day in a double ceremony, in matching dresses, and the four of us will light the unity candle all at the same time."
"Pfft," Levi said, "I'm picking out my own dress."
The way these two characters intertwine with each other and evolve towards each other in the book is where the story really is. Because they go from bantering friends to two people who become solid in each other’s lives. Their relationship is sweet, funny, comfortable, and comforting. All in one. And there’s just this overall warmth about them when they’re together on the page.
So we’re barely in September… and I’m already thinking about going ahead and giving this book the Best Book of the Year award. And I think I’m going to. Because books like this don’t come around too often and I’d be lucky to read a book like this in the next five years.
With memories that aren’t aloud to play outside, Della only has one goal: to finally live her life and see the world. So she quickly puts her past in her rear-view mirror and hits the road on her way to nowhere and everywhere.
And it’s at a gas station where she meets him.
♦ “Della. I like that name. It fits you. It’s sexy and mysterious.”
“Thank you, but now you’re one up on me. I don’t know your name.”
She looked like a great one-night stand. He looked like an amazing few hours of freedom.
Tomorrow, he’d leave and go and become the person he was supposed to be. She’d wake up and continue being the person she was determined not to be.
And then they weren’t ever supposed to see each other again.
But Woods was never far from Della’s thoughts. For the next couple of months when she was off experiencing life and experiencing sunburned smiles and doorslam heartbreaks… that one night of uninhibited freedom meant more to her than he’d ever know.
But she was about to find out that she was as unforgettable as he was.
Because now she’s back at Rosemary Beach and is walking in for a job interview with Mr. Kerrington, where she runs right smack into Woods… Kerrington.
Her new boss.
♦ I needed to put her sexy ass on another continent. But I was about to give her a job. Here at my club. So I could be tortured with the memory of our night amazing, mind-blowing sex.
Ah, hell. ♦
Della needed the job, and Woods needed the help. But what he didn’t need was the distraction and the constant reminder of what he couldn’t have. And he couldn’t have Della Sloane. No matter how hard he wanted her, he also knew that he had a life to live up to in his father’s cold and hard-driven eyes. His father would only accept the best of life and luxury and soft-hearted Della didn’t fit into the life that had always been blue-printed for Woods.
But no matter how hard he fought it, he couldn’t fight the attraction.
They couldn’t fight it.
♦ “Woods, please,” I begged.
He lifted his head, and the look in his hooded eyes told me he was as turned on as I was. I loved that tasting me did this to him.
“Are you gonna come in my mouth?” he asked, sticking out his tongue and running it from my opening to my swollen clit.
“I need to,” I panted.
“This pretty little pussy needs to come?” he asked, taking another long, leisurely lap with his tongue. I squirmed and whimpered.
He reached up and covered my mouth with his hand before pulling my clit into his mouth and shoving two fingers into my soaking entrance. His fingers pumped into me as his tongue flicked my clit and sucked on it. My scream was smothered by his hand. ♦
And soon that ignited passion turns into something neither of them could have ever saw coming.; Something life-altering; Something wishful and starless:
♦ I love him. I can’t love him,” I said quietly. ♦
But the thing is…
♦ Della’s storming memories are catching up to them.
♦ “Were you outside, Della? How could you? What do I have to do to get it throught your head that you can’t go outside? It’s dangerous out there.” The shrill screech of my mother’s voice was nothing like the searing pain from the leather belt that she slashed across my legs. I new not to cry out in pain. She’d only get angrier.
My knees buckled as the tender skin behind them tore open from the continuous hit of the leather. ♦
And though they couldn’t fight their attraction for the other…
Choices will have to be made.
♦ “If you love my son, and I believe in that unstable brain of yours that you think you do, you will leave him alone. Let him go. He doesn’t need this or you. He needs someone who can give him healthy children. Someone he doesn’t have to take care of. Don’t you want that for him?”
You know what I love about Andrea? She’s has a very traditional romantic style of writing. This is someone who knows how to gi
You know what I love about Andrea? She’s has a very traditional romantic style of writing. This is someone who knows how to give you one hell an HEA, but who can also twist the story into something that’s completely erotic and sexy at the same time! She not just like, “…And then they lived happily ever after.” Andrea’s style is more along the lines of…
I love Taz. He’s my absolute favorite in this book. I kind of want to have his babies.
And Taz is introduced to us in this story via Lindsey, the heroine. See, Taz works with Lindsey’s step-dad… so they’ve all known each other for awhile. But at the beginning of the book, Taz and Lindsey are kind of thrown together in a rather unfortunate/hilarious/sweet incident.
That’s when the ball really gets rolling! *You’ll see.* ;)
Because things begin to really spark between these two. And that’s another thing that I loved about this book: the sexual angst! MY GOODNESS! It was awesome… because these two characters are attracted to each other, but Taz is really hesitant because Lindsey is the daughter of his boss… and she’s also a virgin.
And Taz is kind of fucking *amazing* in bed… not a virgin.
A Russian roulette of a guy; and he’s absolutely my favorite because he’s uncatchable, inescapable, and menacingly sexy. At one point in this series, I truly believe he was in love with Ellie; but she betrayed him. And with a guy like Javier Bernal… when you betray him, it’s because you outsmarted him.
And that doesn’t happen often.
So seven years later, he finds her. And he offers her one clusterfuck of a deal.
“Travis hurt you, Ellie. He was the reason you found me those years ago. You wanted revenge for your scars, for your life, for what he’d done to you. I’m handing you the gun. Together, we can get your revenge. And I can get mine.”
Now, here’s where it gets helluva interesting! Because now Ellie and Javier have a relationship again; and it’s not the loving kind. It’s different. He’s different. He’s more manic, more menacing, more powerful.
And Ellie’s about to find out that the relationship they once had has now evolved into something far more sinister… but just as seducing.
He pulled my skirt until it was around my waist and tore my cheap though off with one smooth motion. His lips and teeth went to my neck, biting hard and sucking slow, making my back arch with each touch. His fingers found their way inside me, stroking and rubbing in all of the right places until I moaned.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunted, mouth at my ear, tongue flicking my lobe. “Tell me you’re mine, then I’ll take you.”
“I’m yours,” I said, my voice shaking. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. “I’m all yours.”
Let us all bow our heads and have a moment of silence for the books you’re planning to read after this one.
And let us pray that they’re even half as good. ;)
Jennifer Armentrout AKA the Yoda of sexual tension does it again with this book of scrumptious amazingness!
Seriously, I didn’t even know you could write a sex scene like that! GEEZ! And it’s not just the way this woman can write a sex scene that makes her writing so electric… it’s the way she architects her characters. Sydney, for example, is so damn relatable and Kyler is so damn… SEXY! And it’s the chemistry she creates between these two that’s going to have you at the complete mercy of this book.
I was Kyler’s best friend. And because of that, he would never love me the way I loved him.
Ever since he pushed her off the merry-go-round as kids, Sydney and Kyler have been inseparable. These two were best friends and were comfortable as worn denim around each other. But people didn’t understand it. Because Sydney was the timid bookworm, and Kyler…
Kyler oozed sex appeal, a dangerous mix of looks and intelligence wrapped in an air of unpredictability.
Even as kids, Sydney loved him. And it was the innocent kind of love. The kind of love a little girl has for a little boy as they eat cold watermelon together on warm sidewalks.
But as they got older, that loved changed. Because Sydney fell into it.
And as Kyler turned into that sexy, dangerous guy that turned heads everywhere he went; Sydney grew quieter and quieter how she felt about him. On the outside, you wouldn’t be able to see it.
♦You wouldn’t have seen the shards of unshed tears that glittered her eyelashes at their highschool prom when Kyler left early with another girl, and didn’t keep his promise of saving her a dance that night.
You wouldn’t have seen the way her throat held her breath captive every time Kyler gave her those bear hugs he only gave to her.♦
♦You wouldn’t have been able to see the way she looked at him when they had those sunrise conversations that only two best friends can have.
But now it’s their last year of college.
And Sydney has come to peace with the fact that she’ll take whatever piece of Kyler she can get. But even after so many years… she still can’t help but wonder why he’s so seemingly adamant about seducing every girl he comes across. And never her.
Because she never realized that there was a reason why Kyler went out of his way to make sure that they would always just remain friends.
Syd would always deserve far better than me, no matter how deep she lived inside of me.
♦Until they go on their annual winter break ski trip.♦
Because now, they’re completely alone after a blizzard completely overtakes the ski trip, causing their friends to not be able to make it; causing Sydney and Kyler to live in very close quarters with the other; and causing Sydney to make a friendship-shattering proposal.
“And what is it again that you want?”
I started to look away, but his fingers landed on my chin, holding my gaze to his. “I… I want you.”
“You’ve said that already. You’ve also said that you want what the other girls have gotten. You know what that is?”
I nodded the best I could.
“I fucked those girls. That’s it. No strings. No commitments. Nothing. And that’s what you want? You want me to fuck you?”
No. I wanted so much more. “Yes.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. Anger flashed across his striking face—real anger, brightening his cheeks.
And now she has a camera crew following her. Now she has Ronin angry with her. Now she has Ford, an enigma of a man who wants her for less than innocent reasons. Now she has Spencer painting her naked body for every photo shoot. Now she has the one thing in her life that she ran away from…chasing her.
And now when she needs someone to trust. She can’t.
Because in a model’s world…
Everyone’s posing. And no one is who they say they are.
A story about the very thin line between love and hate.
♦Between cruelty and devotion.♦
Ever since childhood, Lana Sweeney has been love with
A story about the very thin line between love and hate.
♦Between cruelty and devotion.♦
Ever since childhood, Lana Sweeney has been love with the boy next door. With cruel eyes and a threatening smile, Robert was beautiful. He was everything Lana wasn’t. Where she was timid and shy, he had a loud laugh and moved with panther-like confidence.
And because Lana was best-friends with his twin-sister, she couldn’t escape his presence.
Not that she wanted to.
She was fascinated by him. And he always used that against her. Every time she would blush, he would use it to make her cry. Lana was always at the expense of Robert’s every joke.
But little did she know…
That while she was openly obsessed with him…he was secretly obsessed with her.
The malice he once shown as a boy has now taken on a very sexy edge. And the head games he used to play with her when they were younger have now turned into the ultimate game of seduction. He always knew how to be boyishly charming and always used it to get out of trouble… but now with age, it’s become something else entirely.
Suddenly, his expression turns serious. He reaches up and softly takes hold of my chin before swiping his thumb over my lower lip. I instantly regret not getting out from under him sooner because now I’m frozen solid.
“Your mouth,” he says, low and deep. “It moves and I just want to…”
“Zip it shut?” I interrupt nervously.
And artful grin splits his lips. “No,” he breathes, then leans in close to my ear and whispers, “Fuck it.”
Now that dream has come true, and it’s not at all what I expected.
***Reviewer's Note: This has got to be one of the most well-written books I've read in a long time! This isn't your average love story, guys. It's beautiful and sexy and sweet with a touch of darkness. And I'm only going to say this once: pay close attention to Robert.***...more
I loved Adam and Ellie from “On Dublin Street” and I remember when I was reading it, there
I absolutely adored this little slice of heaven!
I loved Adam and Ellie from “On Dublin Street” and I remember when I was reading it, there were times where I was more interested in them than I was in Braden and Joss!
And this is why!
Because their story is so beautiful and subtly intense. I mean, here’s Ellie who has been unabashedly in love Adam since she was ten years old. And then there’s Adam who’s always been in love with her but secretly and very hesitantly.
What’s so cool and awesome about this novella is that it’s about Ellie going through her diaries with Adam… and she’s having him read all of her memories of him and moments with him seen through her eyes.. And through those entries, I have to say…
With an attraction between the two that leaves them both shaking from resistance, these two find themselves in a white-knuckled romance that unravels them both.
And try as they might to stop it from consuming them both…
“I know what you taste like, Danika” I interrupted, my tone harsh. “I know how it feels to have you come against my tongue. What it feels like to have you clench around my cock while you lose your fucking mind. I’ve shoved my cock so deep down your throat I felt your tonsils. Are we going to forget all of that?”
“I’ve had my mouth all over you, my hands… my teeth. And your cunt has squeezed my cock so tight that my vision went blurry. Am I supposed to forget that, too?”
I have to let go of everything. And so I walk away. I walk away from the voices, the shouts, the disappointment. I walk away from my deceptions, my mistakes, my regrets. I walk away from all that I am supposed to be and all that I cannot be.
For all of it is a lie.
And uhh... to you authors whose books I plan on reading after this one?
He considers me, his expression impassive, but his pale green eyes shimmer and then burn. “Stand up and take off your clothes, Sara.”
Lisa Renee Jones is a labyrinth of an author. This is a romance series, yes, but it’s so mysterious and so completely sexy that it almost makes you feel blindfolded while reading it in the most stimulating way. She has this unfounded way of telling a story that completely envelopes you.
It’s fucking crazy.
This is a love story. But it’s going to puzzle you and it’s going to drive you to chills and it’s going to startle you.
Rebecca worked at a very successful art gallery. Rebecca was involved in a clandestine sex club. Rebecca was also involved with a nameless man, who she called “Master”. Rebecca described “Master” as possessive, obsessive, punishing, and consuming.
♦ METAL and LEATHER ♦ ♦ LOYALTY and BETRAYAL ♦ ♦ ANGER and SEX ♦ ♦ WHISKEY and BLOOD. ♦ ♦ TRIGGER and RELOAD ♦
And one hell of a story.
This isn’t your average love story. It’s gritty and savage and angry and lustful. It’s going to devastate you and it’s going to turn you on. You’re going to cry and you’re going to laugh and you’re going to find out how aerodynamic books really are.
Eva meets Deuce when she’s five. Immediately, she’s besotted by the twenty-three-year-old biker the way all children become besotted by their heroes. Even at five, she’s curious about the tortured sadness in his eyes and how his hands look so rough. Little does she know, that during that same first meeting, he’s completely mystified and dismantled by the little girl and her toothy grins and her loud, boisterous laughter.
However, during the following years, innocent admiration for each other turns into something else entirely.
Deuce comes back into town and suddenly the young, gawky Eva is now a more womanly sixteen. And suddenly their relationship becomes a lot more, as the innocence of it becomes nonexistent and admiration sparks into attraction.
Jules was a bit of a wild child growing up as the only girl with three older brothers. She lived her life in her early twenties as a playboy bunny, posing for the magazine’s centerfold.
But she put that all behind her the day she decided to finally grow up and changed from being sexy and sinful to beautiful and independent.
Light blonde hair, legs for days, and a sassy “don’t fuck with me, dude” attitude, Jules is successful in the new office she works at. Her brilliance and professionalism promise to have her climbing the status ladder fast, and soon she's working for man who’s dangerous, sinful, intelligent, and determined.
Hold on a sec while I pick my jaw up off the floor…
I’m suffering from one GARGANTUAN (love that word) book hangover. Seriously, I’m a
Hold on a sec while I pick my jaw up off the floor…
I’m suffering from one GARGANTUAN (love that word) book hangover. Seriously, I’m a mess. You can’t see me right now, but my hair is doing that I’ve-never-heard-of-a-brush thing, and my clothes are direly craving the ironing board (that I never use), and my emotions are off somewhere crying in a corner begging for a shot or bottle of Tequila.
And the buttprint on my very comfy couch is getting larger. I’d like to think that the largeness of said buttprint is caused by my not getting off of it for the past couple of days and not the even *larger* gargantuan amounts of chocolate I’ve consumed at the expense of my emotional meltdowns brought on by THIS book.
Whether you find it in the middle of a sentence, the last page of a chapter, or when that titanium, paThere’s a moment when it comes to amazing books.
Whether you find it in the middle of a sentence, the last page of a chapter, or when that titanium, paper-like wire of sexual tension *finally* gives.
It’s the moment where you realize that the book you’re reading completely and irrevocably owns you.
So I’m going to do the one thing I hate doing: I’m going to spoil this book for you, by telling you that this book?
It has that moment.
You’re going to set it down. And then you’re going to find yourself picking it right back up five minutes later (if you can last that long… personally, I only made to about 4.5). Because you just can’t be away from it for any long increments of time.
It’s the kind of book that’s going to make you have a *very intimate* relationship with your coffee maker, while simultaneously making you divorce your sparkly alarm clock.
Let’s say Bastian was thrown into the Hunger Games with every alpha/most badass/hottest character you’ve ever stumbled across.
Fifteen minutes later, Bastian would be the last one standing with a still full bottle of vodka intact to his hand, a cigarette in the other, and a slightly annoyed look on his face.
Yep. That basically sums him up..
He’s mean and crude and mean and crass and mean and
SEXY AS HELL.
“I could do it, you know,” I heard myself say. My voice had dropped down low, but I knew she still heard me. I leaned over only a little, bringing my mouth closer to her ear. “I could make you come without even touching you.”
He’s also a captain of a small ship, which he and his best friend use to charter rich people around the world.
Until said ship sinks.
And all he’s left with is a seemingly lone young and very female survivor and a safety raft.
♦ Raine ♦
The polar-opposite of Bastian.
Sweet. Innocent. Gentle. Coherent.
And she has utterly no idea how to handle the beast of a guy she’s suddenly stranded with.
Because without • a bottle of precious alcohol • a pack of cigs • any form of a kind word
That’s exactly what good ol’ Bastian is: a beast.
However despite Bastian’s past career as a “fighter”, and despite his darkest secrets… Raine may be the only one who ever understood him and stood up to him.
“I held you,” she said. “I held you, and you cried, and you asked me why no one had ever wanted you. You asked me why your own mother didn’t want you. You asked me why it hurt so much and if I could make it stop hurting. I may not know a lot about you, but I know you aren’t as much of a badass as you want people to think you are.”
So what becomes of Bastian and Raine, the lone survivor of his sunken ship, who he can’t decide if he wants to kill or f**k?
Can he learn to trust the one person who now knows all of his secrets? Can he even love her? Or does he ruin the one chance at his own mental survival?
This woman has a manic talent with words! And plot twists. And dialogue. And skyscraper-sized cliff-hangers. And heart-splintering moments. And her characters… LAWD! Her characters…
***Daemon Black is everything that has ever been my favorite thing.***
And she does all of this is such an effortless way. It’s almost like she’s having a conversation with each and every one of her readers when she writes a book. Because she makes sure you’re a part of everything she writes. She doesn’t just want you read it; she wants you to experience it. And I get that that’s what every author tries to do… The difference is that Jennifer actually does it.
Pine needles must hurt like a bitch. Blake isn’t wall-resistant. Someone gets married. Creepy-ass ten-year-olds. We find out what Luc really is. <----- Seriously. That has been bugging me forever! I really hope Archer gets his own book. Someone gets pregnant. Five characters die. (And I’m so not going to tell you who!) What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. And never piss off Luc.
But there’s just no other way of describing this book. Actually, I’ve had several friends ask about the
(pardon the language) ;)
But there’s just no other way of describing this book. Actually, I’ve had several friends ask about the book I’ve been *locked* away in my room with. And those two words seemed to be my only response. In it’s entirety.
Katy Evans, the delicious author of this gorgeous, hormone-stimulating piece of work is a *drug dealer* of sexual angst. And I am heavily addicted, friends.
I might have to introduce myself during future meetings with, “Hi. I’m Ashlee; and I’m a drug addict. I also enjoy fanning my ovaries while standing in front of air-conditioners, and like to smell books for long increments of time so that I can inhale their sexy alpha male characters.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, and noooww… the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the man you’re all here to see. The baddest of the bad, I give you, the one, the only, Remington ‘Riptide’ Tate!”
*He’s the guy who doesn’t speak much… but who does wonderful things with his mouth. *He’s a high member of an underground fighting club, after getting kicked out of the pro-league. *He’ll make your forget your own name right before he makes you scream his. *Black savage-like hair, blue eyes that vary from neon to gunmetal, and a body that’ll give you a reason to go to church next Sunday.
Remington can’t be owned by anyone inside or outside of the fighting ring.
Until he meets Brooke Dumas.
“Have you ever been anyone’s?”
“No. And you?”
“I’ve never wanted to.”
“Neither have I. Until I saw this lovely girl in Seattle, with big gold eyes, and pink, full lips… and I wondered if she could understand me.”
Brooke Dumas is a firework show of a girl. And her little sister was always the one who was interested in boys growing up, while Brooke would rather have an Olympic gold medal.
Brooke has never looked at those with the ‘y’ chromosome as anything other than silly boys.
Which is why when her best friend drags her along to an underground fighting match, her world is ROCKED by a man with fighting gloves on his hands and sex on his smile.
I want to go crazy. Bungee. Sprint again, even if only in a literal sense. All those dates I never had, because I was training for something that never happened. Never drinking. Keeping my grades up so I could do track. Remington Tate is everything I’ve never, ever done, and I have a condom tucked in my bag and suddenly I know exactly why I put it there. This guy is a fighter. I want to touch his beautiful chest and I want to kiss those lips. I want to have those hands on me.”
Brooke is the beauty, and Remington is the beast in this wildfire of a book.
“I don’t deserve your love, Eden. You have my heart, but yours should remain in your chest. Save it for a better man. Save it for someone who’s worth “I don’t deserve your love, Eden. You have my heart, but yours should remain in your chest. Save it for a better man. Save it for someone who’s worth it.” His eyes shimmered as tears threatened to spill over. “You need to leave me.”
Well, it's kind of like...
The first time you took a shot of whiskey. Remember? Your eyes watered, and your mouth didn't know what to do so it just tried to shove it in the face of your throat. And then you swallowed on a slow burn.
That's Javier Bernal.
He's your first kiss and the first time you got in a car wreck. He's honey and shards of glass. He's the first time you got caught cheating on a test. He's the first thing you think of when your psychology professor tells you that love and hate are the two emotions that are the most similar.
Ellie Watt met him as Eden White; her sub-idenitity. She met him as Eden White, and left him as Eden White. But make no mistake; Javier broke ELLIE WATT's heart.
And so the series begins.
I think what we're going to see in the Artists Trilogy is going to be interesting, to say the LEAST.
This book is pre- Camden McQueen. Well, kind of. This is before Ellie falls in love with Camden. But I think what we're going to see as the series evolves, is Ellie's internal struggle with her feeling for Javier. And Camden is the better guy. But she's always going to love Javier, the man who broke her heart.
What I love about this series is that it has ZERO protagonists. No one's the good guy. And it's going to get good, ladies and gentlmen... ;)
"Sometimes the hero is just the villain that wins."...more
This review may or may not make sense, due to my lack of being able to do that putting-together-words thing. So bear with me, okay?
When I finished th This review may or may not make sense, due to my lack of being able to do that putting-together-words thing. So bear with me, okay?
When I finished this book last night, I had no idea how I was going to pull off a review for it.
My thoughts were scattered. My eyelashes were tangled with tears. And my heart seemed to dancing to the fastest song it knew.
It’s like Ella Frank only writes with the sexiest, most provocative letters of the alphabet. She writes this story with those letters, creating sensual on top of erotic on top of beautiful… with a livewire of something dark beneath it.
But seriously, you’re going to be doing that ugly-laughing thing where you know, you hug lower body and mascara’s running down your face and you’re rolling on the ground making disturbing noises and people don’t know whether someone attacked you or if maybe you should be attacked.
I’m just saying!
It’s goin’ to happen.
So you better start writing that “Thank You” letter to your yoga instructor now.
Living in the City of Angels, Monica just wants to do the one thing she and her two best friends live for: music. She has voice that’s the stuff of top-shelf whiskey, and her best-friend Gabby plays the piano like it’s her only God-given talent and she’s pissed off about it.
And coming off of a bad break up with her sexy and artistic boyfriend, Monica has vowed to never let a man break her heart again. Because when it’s at the expense of her own artistic talents… it’s just not worth it.
The sea’s evaporating Though it comes as no surprise These clouds we’re seeing They’re explosions in the sky It seems it’s written But we can’t read betweThe sea’s evaporating Though it comes as no surprise These clouds we’re seeing They’re explosions in the sky It seems it’s written But we can’t read between the lines
-:- FIVE FORGET-TO-FEED-THE-KIDS STARS! -:-
On paper, I’m sure Maggie would look to be your typical, life-symmetrical, normal girl.
She has very normal hair. A normal face. A normal life with two best friends. She runs cross-country, her parents are still together and very much in love, and she has a 3.5 GPA. (and if anyone so much as thinks to throw their “spoiler” card at me for stating this… Don’t. )
I mean we all have met this girl in high-school, right? She’s the girl you sit behind in Physics class so you can casually “stretch” behind her during the test you kind of forgot to study for. She’s the girl who, let’s face it, probably made her own pom-poms for Friday’s pep-rally. She uses her blinker when she’s parking in her senior spot, and she’s never late for class. Et cetera. Et cetera…
The thing is… Maggie Young isn’t normal. She’s a city of a girl. This girl can swear in a way that would make sailors jealous, but she’s riddled with morals and ethics. She’s a structured silhouette of a person, and she’s a fighter. Basically, this girl would be THE Hufflepuff at Hogwarts.
She stands up to villains.
And sometimes… she stands up for them.
The boy in a very shattered world who can’t break enough things.
And he’s beautiful and he works at a bookstore and he’s a desert storm in a jar.
Dark hair and onyx eyes, with lashes for days.
That’s the very volatile/mercurial/tumultuous Clayton Reed for you. He’s the boy with a war in his mind and his thoughts and actions are falling like casualties.
Thence, the twain shall meet…
“Hey!” I yelled as I collided with the very solid body. I dropped my phone, the back popping off and the battery skittering across the concrete. The guy dropped the papers he was holding and they scattered at his feet.
“What the hell?” The guy growled, stooping to pick up the items he had dropped in our bodily fender bender.
Hot damn. Cue the violins and happy cartoon bunnies, I was in the middle of a Disney moment. Because this guy was gorgeous. And we were standing so close to each other. If he hadn’t been holding onto a barely contained rage directed at yours truly, it could have almost been construed as romantic.