I was hanging with the girls, celebrating my divorce when I saw him, my crush, sitting in the corner of the bar all alone. Being single and looking for a wild night, I asked him if he wanted to join me. To my delight, he said yes.
Drinks were consumed, fun was had and then . . . one drunken conversation with a cranky gondolier in Las Vegas led to an Uber lift through a drive-thru wedding chapel with the incredibly hot, British bad boy, Pike Greyson.
On paper, it seemed like I hit the jackpot. And if I wasn’t fresh from a toxic marriage, I would have absolutely noticed the finer things about him.
But I wanted nothing to do with being married, so when I arrived back home from my eventful weekend in Vegas, the last thing I expected to see was a new doting husband already moved in.
I asked for an annulment, he pulled a Ross Geller and said no.
That’s right, he said NO! Instead, he asked for three months to prove we could be good together.
Insanity clearly knocked him in the head and the only way I could convince him to give up on our sham of a marriage was to show him just how wrong we were for each other. Only problem with that was, he saw right through my every prank, every trick, and every yearning emotion I attempted to mask.
Oh. What a fun read this was. Meghan’s stories never fail to captivate me with a perfect concoction of wit, steam, banter, great characters and a fantastic storyline to suck you in. Pike and Cora’s story is all of that and more. Heart warmingly hilarious , and just enough of a mix of sweet and dirty, this different take on the “ waking up in Vegas married” trope will keep you both entertained and entranced.
After a divorce that leaves her with some emotional scars, Cora and her BFF’s head to Vegas to celebrate her “divorce-cation.” She wants to put that whole “ to get over someone, get under someone else” thing to use with some no strings attached fun. Too much fireball and a fun night out ends up with her married to a sexy Brit, who just so happens to be a new teacher at her brother’s school, she’s been crushing on. Waking up the next morning, Cora finds herself in quite the pickle. How will she get herself out of this situation before it becomes public knowledge?
Pike Greyson has got himself in a doozie of a mess. He’s accidentally married the hot sister of his coworker who hates him. But getting out of this is not going to be so easy. Due to certain circumstances he now has to stay married to Cora and she’s definitely not excited about that option. He manages to talk her into giving him three months to convince her. She’s throwing out quite the antics to push him away, but Pike isn’t easily discouraged. He can spar with the best of them. He’s ready to fight back with kindness and using any “assets” he has in his arsenal. If revenge is a dish best served cold” he will happily lap up every icy morsel just to break down her walls.
This book had lots of lol, funny moments, tons of steam, hilarious antics back and forth, and fabulous secondary characters. It gave you all the feels and a perfectly wrapped up HEA. You will love all the characters and obsess over the fantastically flawed friendships between Pike, Cora and Keiko.
This book was captivating from the beginning to the end and gave us just enough angsty moments to have us wondering if this couple can get it together or not? I fell in love with the sweet yet incredibly sassy Cora and Pike was book boyfriend perfection. This is a dual POV novel and is the third standalone book with this group of interconnected characters.
As much as it was heartfelt and steamy and it was also sweet and funny, I will definitely pick this story up again to visit this couple because I still want more from this great group of characters and the fun, laughter and feelings they bring.
About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
Scared to Love, an all-new angst-filled dark mafia romance set from USA Today and Wall Street Journalbestselling author Siobhan Davis, is available now!
A new dark mafia friends-to-lovers romance from USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Siobhan Davis.
Serena has felt trapped her entire life, living a lie because it was demanded of her.
Years of torture at the hands of her sadistic husband have left her battered and bruised, but not defeated. She needs to stay strong for her children, and she’s determined to reset her future.
The future she has all thanks to Alessandro.
He saved her that fateful night when her husband died, and he continues to save her as she struggles to piece her life back together.
Yet the closer they get, the more it terrifies her because no man has ever made her feel like this.
It can’t work.
She’s too broken.
He’s too young.
And she’ll never trust a made man again.
Women never get under Alesso’s skin—until Serena. They share an intense connection that can’t be ignored, no matter how hard she tries to push him away.
He knows she’s scared. He is too, but she’s worth the risk. Alesso vows to be patient, until danger resurfaces and now all bets are off. Serena needs to understand how much she means to him and he will do everything to protect her.
The situation grows more tense as the DeLucas plot against Bennett Mazzone and the surviving mafia heirs. But Alesso will lay down his life before he lets Serena get hurt again.
Now his walls are lowered, the gloves are off, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
Even if it means letting her go.
This is a full-length 105k-word novel with NO cliff-hanger and an HEA, set in the Mazzone Mafia world. This is the third and final book in this series. For readers who enjoy friends-to-lovers, second chance, reverse age-gap, dark mafia romance. May contain triggers – please read the note at the start of the book.
Oh my goodness!! Talk about mafia magnificence. Alessandro and Serena’s story is like no other in the mafia romance genre. This story is heartbreaking but also healing to its core. This world in which Siobhan Davis has created is unforgettable, the stories unputdownable.
Serena’s character is rebuilding a life for herself after years of abuse. Her journey is one of self discovery, healing, and so much strength. It’s about realizing your strength that lies within, while dealing with the struggles that go along with trauma. I loved her character and I wanted all that’s good in life to find her and her children. I wanted her to find a partner who would treat her like the treasure she is, and I think Alesso is most definitely the man for the job.
Alesso was such a fantastic hero in this book. Total slow burn book boyfriend goals. He was so kind, loving and patient. He was a delicious alpha and protector. He was longing for everything only she could give him, and in return he wanted to be there for her and her adorable kids. He gladly fulfilled a missing chunk in their lives.
Of course… Since this was a Siobhan Davis novel it was jam packed with heart dropping moments, moving fast paced ensuring you didn’t want to stop reading once you had started. I just loved this world and all the H & h’s. This is the perfect time to dive right into the Mazzone Mafia series. Each book focuses on a different couple and gives you a perfect HEA. 🥰
She slams to a halt, turning to face me. “I would never deliberately deceive you. That’s not who I am.” Fire underscores her tone, and I like hearing it.
“I didn’t mean it that way. I know who you are.”
The saddest expression washes over her features. “If that was true, you wouldn’t be standing here with me now. You wouldn’t be spending time with me each day. You would run a mile if you realized exactly who I am.”
I risk stepping a little closer. “I have known you long enough to know the kind of woman you are, Serena. I’d like to think you’ve known me long enough to know you could tell me anything, and it wouldn’t scare me away.” Reaching out slowly, I take her gloved hands in my bare ones. “I spend time with you because I enjoy it. I want to get to know you better. I want to support you as you deal with the things you need to deal with.”
“Why me? I’m too old. Too broken. I have kids. I come with so much baggage I’m completely weighted down with it. I—”
I can’t listen to her beat herself up any longer, so I place two fingers over her mouth, quietly shushing her as I prepare to negate each of her concerns. “One. You’re not too old, and I’m not too young. Age is just a number, and I refuse to allow stupid societal norms to dictate who I spend my time with or categorize the nature of that relationship. Two. Broken is subjective, and we all have our broken parts, but guess what?” I move my fingers from her lips to her cheeks, silently rejoicing when she doesn’t flinch or shy away. “Broken parts can be glued back together. Three, I adore your kids, and they are the cherry on top. And four, every single person in the world has some kind of baggage. It’s called life.”
Tears glisten in her eyes, spilling onto her cheeks. “You’re not real,” she whispers. “You can’t be.”
My heart aches for her because I see the mistrust and disbelief in her eyes. “I’m real, Rena.” Taking her hand, I slip it under my coat and over my shirt-covered chest, where my heart is currently jumping cartwheels in honor of her presence. “I’m as real as it gets.”
BOOK BLURBUSA TODAY bestselling author, Trilina Pucci brings you the finale of Sutton and Calder’s heart wrenching love story.
We’ll never run away.
There won’t be stars or a blue sky filled with heaven staring down on us.
All we have is death and destruction.
A life sentence, forced to survive within the absence of our love.
Until five years later.
“Death isn’t waiting for Calder—it’s listening for his instruction.”Sinning like Hell is the continuation of book one, Just like Heaven.
Book One must be read to understand Book Two.PURCHASE LINKSAmazon Universal link:https://geni.us/slhduetAmazon US:https://bit.ly/SLH-USAmazon UK:https://bit.ly/SLH-UKAmazon AU:https://bit.ly/SLH-AUAmazon CA:https://bit.ly/SLH-CA
This was the perfect conclusion to the duet! Like break me absolutely in half and put me back together again. Keeping me completely on edge the entire way through Calder and Sutton’s continuing storyline. Blood, sweat and tears were shed by all. This story, as gritty and devastating as it was gripping and perfect. Everything that happened, had to happen the way it did for it to go the way it did. Trilina artfully plotted and planned down to the finest of details. My senses were in overdrive. I felt like I was there. Felt the fear, heartbreak, love, loss, excitement, all alongside the characters. That’s the mark of a truly great book. You get so enraptured by the story you forget you are not actually in that moment. Guys I’m telling you. Grab this duet! It is magical. It is the kind of kismet love story you will never forget and never fully recover from. All the stars in the galaxy for Calder and Sutton! ⭐️✨⭐️✨⭐️✨⭐️✨⭐️✨⭐️✨
Trilina is a former professional dancer (you may have even seen her on the MTV Music Awards) and a USA Today Bestselling author who loves cupcakes and bourbon.When she isn’t writing steamy love stories, she can be found devouring Netflix with her husband, Anthony, and their three kiddos. Pucci’s journey into writing started impulsively. She wanted to check off a box on her bucket list, but what began as wish-fulfillment has become incredibly fulfilling. Now she can’t see her life without her characters, her readers, and this community.She’s known for being a trope defier, writing outside of the box and creating fictional worlds her readers never want to leave.AUTHOR LINKSNewsletter | Website | Amazon Author | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | Goodreads | BookBub | FB Readers Group | Pinterest |TikTok
TEAGAN HUNTER is a Missouri-raised gal but currently lives in South Carolina with her Marine veteran husband, where she spends her days begging him for a cat. She survives off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When she’s not writing, you can find her binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural and One Tree Hill. She enjoys cold weather, buys more paperbacks than she’ll ever read, and never says no to brownies.
He arrives all dressed in black. Diamond cufflinks. A watch on his tanned wrist that cost more than we would ever see in a lifetime of work. He carries a single red rose for my mother.
Months later, Tiernan Morelli lays red roses on my mother’s grave. That same day, he tells me that he is my new guardian.
I should have known from the very start that he had more in common with the thorns than the rose. Now I know the truth: I’m a pawn in his dangerous game of revenge. I was too young and naive. Now it’s too late to save myself from his clutches.
I belong to him.
About the Author:
Giana Darling is a USA Today Bestselling Selling Canadian romance writer who specializes in the taboo and angsty side of love and romance. She currently lives in beautiful British Columbia where she spends time riding on the back of her man’s bike, baking pies, and reading snuggled up with her cat Persephone. She loves to hear from readers so please contact her at email@example.com if you have any questions or comments.
The epic conclusion to the Palm South University Series…
Sisterhood is forever, but can it survive life’s biggest curveballs?
Erin fights for justice while Bear continues to fight his demons in order to be the man he wants to be for the woman he loves. Skyler considers what will come after graduation — and whether or not Kip will be a part of the plan. Cassie and Adam navigate their newfound long distance relationship, and find the path to be bumpier than expected.
Meanwhile, a shocking accident has Ashlei facing the biggest challenges of her life — while Jess has to decide which brother she wants in hers forever.
School is almost over for this university crew, but the drama has just begun.
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This ending was fantastically fabulous y’all!! Though I was not really ready for this series to be over, it couldn’t have ended any better. This last season of episodes was just as packed full of love, sex, drama, angst and frustration as ever! I devoured every single syllable from start to finish. And I was a quick chick!! I couldn’t put it down. We had tested loves, long distance love, love triangles. Semi break ups, and makeups. We had it all. We had all the components of a perfect HEA for some and more non traditional HEA’s for others. It was MAGICAL!
Erin, Jess, Skyler, Cassie, Ashlei, Bear and Adam won me over way back in the beginning. Somewhere along the way Kip, Kade, Brandon and Jarrett and the other secondary characters became just as huge a part of these girl’s stories. I was just as invested in what happens to these dudes.
Now I can say, like college itself, the growth in the characters from the first book to the last was astonishing. I love that it was just like watching/reading these kids go from young college kiddos to full grown mature adults ready to take on the world. It made these characters’ problems and issues believable and relatable, and you were able to easily sympathize with them. I cried so much during this book. I cried for the situations, I cried because I was happy, I cried because I didn’t want to let them go. They were my friends now.
If you have not checked out this PSU series yet YOU ARE MISSING OUT!! They are on KU so grab them and start binge reading today!!
Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal.
An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs.
When Kandi isn’t writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys live music, traveling, anything heavy in carbs, beach days, movie marathons, craft beer and sweet wine — not necessarily in that order.
Before I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.
You see, I’d gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I’d grabbed the wrong suitcase.
After checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag.
A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.
Donovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange.
Turned out, it wasn’t just his voice that was sexy. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark.
He got me to admit that I’d snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee.
Coffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. Donovan wasn’t just handsome with a panty-dropping voice. He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.
Did I mention he also did my laundry while I slept?
Definitely too good to be true.
So what did I do to repay him for his kindness?
I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him.
My life was too complicated for such a great guy.
In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often. But New York City had eight-million people, so what were the chances I’d run into him?
Then again, what were the chances I’d run into him a year later…when I’d just started dating his boss?
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
Marymount girls are good girls. We’re chaste, we’re untouched, and even if we weren’t, no one would know, because we keep our mouths shut.
Not that I have anything to share anyway. I never let guys go too far. I’m behaved.
Beautiful, smart, talented, popular, my skirt’s always pressed, and I never have a hair out of place. I own the hallways, walking tall on Monday and dropping to my knees like the good Catholic girl I am on Sunday.
That’s me. Always in control.
Or so they think. The truth is that it’s easy for me to resist them, because what I truly want, they can never be. Something soft and smooth. Someone dangerous and wild.
Unfortunately, what I want I have to hide. In the locker room after hours. The bathroom stall between classes. The showers after practice.
My head swimming. My hand up her skirt.
For me, life is a web of secrets. No one can find out mine.
I cross the tracks every day for one reason—to graduate from this school and get into the Ivy League. I’m not ashamed of where I come from, my family, or how everyone at Marymount thinks my skirts are too short and my lipstick is too red.
Clay Collins and her friends have always turned up their noses at me. The witch with her beautiful skin, clean shoes, and rich parents who torments me daily and thinks I won’t fight back.
At least not until I get her alone and find out she’s hiding so much more than just what’s underneath those pretty clothes.
The princess thinks I’ll scratch her itch. She thinks she’s still pure as long as it’s not a guy touching her.
I told her to stay on her side of town. I told her not to cross the tracks.
But one night, she did. And when I’m done with her, she’ll never be pure again.
*Tryst Six Venom is a standalone, new adult romance between the wealthy princess with a temper for what’s hers and the hard girl from the wrong crowd. One battles convention. The other, her pride. But nothing will stop it.
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Y’all this is an amazing F/F story. Now I’m not one that ever pictured myself grabbing a f/f book but let me tell you the fact that Penelope Douglas wrote it had me intrigued. So I was all in for giving it a go. I’m so glad I did. This book was everything I hoped it would be and so so much more. Penelope Douglas killed it with this book!!
This was Clay and Liv’s story. The gorgeous rich girl and the hot theater girl from the swamp. This was the ultimate opposites attract story and a total enemies to lovers masterpiece! It was so emotionally riveting and angsty and perfectly frustrating. I loved everything about this book. All the Jaeger brothers and their protectiveness over Liv. I couldn’t put it down!! I was entranced from the moment I started.
It was smoking hot but more. This book was just a phenomenal love story. It was a perfect story about coming into your own and being happy to finally be who you are meant to be and finding your once person who helps you to do that. GAH!! It’s just so fantastic y’all!
This is definitely a must read , people. FIVE STARS!!
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I stalk down the nearly empty row, drop my bag, and look at her. She turns her head, sees me and rises, grabbing her backpack, but I slide into the seat, grab her wrist, and yank her ass back down.
“Sit,” I growl through my teeth, feeling heat rise up my neck as she crashes back into the wooden pew, her jaw flexing.
There’s no point in denying myself any of this. I’m a bitch, but only to her, and only because it feels so good. Fuck it.
“Do something for me?” I ask her, keeping my voice low as students fill the rows around us, and the altar servers light the candles. “Move your ass a little faster down the field than my grandmother this Saturday, or is that too much trouble?”
Liv doesn’t look at me, just stares ahead as she lets out a quiet little laugh. “I haul ass down that field.” Relaxing back into her seat, she hangs her elbows over the back of the pew, and her shirt creeps up a little. I spot the switchblade she keeps hooked over the waist of her skirt, but hidden on the inside, that only I seem to know about. So far anyway. She goes on, “I’ll never understand how a princess who can’t pass a ball for shit and brags to anyone who will listen about being a Swiftie,” and she does air quotes, “‘even before she went pop’ is our team captain. Oh, wait. Yes, I do understand. Daddy is useful. When he’s there.”
My father didn’t get me that position. She can think what she likes.
But I grin and turn toward the front of the church, my arm brushing hers.
“Swiftie?” I say. “Aw, you stalk my Twitter.”
That was like four years ago when I said that.
But she just mumbles, “I couldn’t care less about your Twitter and your twenty-eight followers.”
“At least I don’t lose a dozen every day,” I retort.
Yeah, maybe I stalk her Twitter, too. And I don’t have twenty-eight followers. I don’t have as many as her, but it’s more than twenty-eight.
“The world just doesn’t like tattooed feminazis with hairy armpits,” I tell her, my gaze catching the dimple on her cheek as she smirks, “who pass judgments like all the other constipated Captain Americas on social media who act like they really know anything when they’re just angry their life sucks donkey nuts.”
The dimple grows deeper, her matte red lips pursing to keep her amusement at bay. My heart thumps, and for a moment, I can’t look away. Sometimes I get lost, looking at her. The shape of her nose that I’m kind of jealous of. How soft the lobe of her ear looks. The way she chews the corner of her mouth sometimes.
“Is everything okay?” someone says, snapping me out of it.
I turn my head, seeing Megan Martelle standing over us, holding a stack of collection baskets. Her blue eyes flit between Liv and me, knowing very well that this isn’t a friendly conversation, but lucky for her, this isn’t any of her damn business.
“Fine, thanks,” I reply, my tone a big enough hint she’d have to be blind to miss.
But she looks to Liv instead. “Liv?”
Excuse me? It’s not the name. It’s how she says it. Like they know each other.
Liv must give her some gesture or something, because Martelle gives me one last look and then slowly leaves, continuing down the aisle toward the back of the church without another word.
What the hell is she thinking? Does she want to become my next hobby or something?
I reach down and pull my backpack closer before turning my eyes back to Liv to see if she’s watching her leave.
But she’s staring at me instead, amusement in her eyes.
“What the hell are you smiling at?” I demand.
She never loses her cool, and it pisses me off.
But she just replies, “You have a tattoo.”
Her gaze drifts to my hand, and I squeeze my fingers together, covering it. All over again, I feel the needle carve into the inside of my middle finger on my left hand.
Fair enough. I’d mocked tattooed feminazis, an umbrella term I tossed her under, when, in fact, she doesn’t actually have any tattoos. Not even the one of her family’s little Sanoa Bay gang—the snake and hourglass that she wears on a bracelet around her wrist. Her brothers all seem to have it inked on them somewhere.
Her eyes hold mine, maybe waiting for a response or daring me for one, but the light coming in from the stained-glass windows catches the coppery glint of the strands in her dark hair, a lock hanging over her eye as the rest spills around her shoulders. A dozen or so little braids decorate her hair, none of the ends secured with rubber bands. She looks like a warrior girl in one of those futuristic dystopian movies.
And all of a sudden, nothing is hot anymore. It’s just incredibly warm.
I squeeze my fingers tighter, the lines inked on the inside of my finger making the four quarters of an inch on a ruler, very few ever notice the lines, and those who do probably just assume I’ve leaked pen on myself.
Within that inch we are free. One inch.
“Clay?” she says, her tone different.
I don’t realize I’m staring off until I bring my eyes back into focus and see the black of her Polo shirt. I lift my gaze, seeing a worried expression on hers.
Her eyes shift to my hand on the pew in front of us, and I notice that it’s shaking.
“You okay?” she asks.
I inhale hard, angry at myself. Why would I not be okay?
She grabs my backpack. “You need one of your little blue pills?”
But I snatch the pack out of her hands and glare at her. “If you let her touch you,” I bite out, changing the subject. “She will live to regret it. I don’t even have to leave this seat to ruin her life.”
Liv looks back at me, and I want to get closer—get in her face, because I want a reaction.
“She won’t be able to take it,” I growl in a low voice. “I will keep going until she can’t take it.”
I can ruin anyone’s life from my phone. It would be fun. And easy.
“You’re not embarrassing our team,” I finally tell her.
Megan was flirting yesterday. There’s no way in hell that’s happening.
She holds my gaze and then draws in a breath, another fucking air of delight written all over her stupid, fucking face. “I don’t like women who chase me anyway,” she says. “When I want them, they know.”
A tingle spreads up my spine, and when I expect to feel anger at her boldness, something else comes over me instead.
When I want them, they know. How do they know? What does she do?
But she rises from her seat without elaborating. “Excuse me,” she says, and takes her bag, trying to leave.
But I stomp down the kneeler, grab her wrist, and yank her to her knees. She sucks in a breath as she catches herself on the pew in front of her, and I pick up my backpack and rise.
“Sit your ass down,” I grit out.
I don’t stay to see her reaction. I spin around, ignoring the spying eyes from those around us, and leave the chapel just as Mass begins.
Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her books have been translated into fifteen languages and include The Fall Away Series, The Devil’s Night Series, and the stand-alones, Misconduct, Punk 57, Birthday Girl, and Credence. Please look for Tryst Six Venom and Motel, as well as the Hellbent series, coming next!
She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter.
Two years ago, Reed Jackson betrayed Calliope Thorne and broke her heart. So she stole his most prized possession – a white mustang – and drove it into the lake for revenge. Now, Callie is stuck at a reform school while Reed is off at college, living his life without repercussions. Until he comes back. With him comes back all the feelings that Callie has been trying to bury: anger and heartbreak. But most of all, desire. At the sight of his beautiful but lying lips and his gunmetal gray eyes that still taunt and smolder when he looks at her. Whatever though. It’s not as if Callie is ever going to fall for her ex-boyfriend again. Or let him corner her in a bar one night and touch her, kiss her… Neither is she going to kiss him back. Or worse, sleep with him. Because that would make her naïve and foolish. Oh, and also pregnant. And there’s no way Callie is ever going to get pregnant at eighteen and with Reed’s baby, no less. The guy she hates. The guy who taught her all about heartbreak. Who might look like a gorgeous hero but really is the villain of her story. NOTE: This story is a standalone and does not contain cheating.
Holy moly!!! Talk about a fairy bringing the villain to his knees. Now I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting when I went into this book but this was more than. It was frustratingly angsty. I spent much of this book anticipating the moment when Callie and Reed would get it together. If they’d ever get it together. I loved the push and pull and underlying tension between them for much of this book. It brought such a dark sexiness to the background of everything that was going on and made me hope against all hope that they would be able to work out their crap. There was just something that made you sympathetic to Callie because of the way Reedhad hurt her, and there was definitely something that made your heart bleed for Reed.
Reed Roman Jackson is legit the villain of my dreams. He’s hot, rich and alpha AF. He’s super protective of his Fae and he’s self punishing to the nth degree. I loved how he said he didn’t love anything or anyone but you could just tell he had this huge capacity to love if he could only realize it.
Calliope Thorne’s character was so perfectly written and perfect for the heroine to compliment Reed Roman Jackson. This tiny fiery ballerina with so much spirit and love to give and not a bit of fear when it came to standing up to the big huge men in her life.
Now the first ⅓ of this book is the prequel, The Wild Mustang and the Dancing Fairy. Then the rest is two years after the incident that happens in the prequel. Get ready to see some big time character growing, especially in the last ⅓ of this book. There is so much in the story that finally explains why our Wild Mustang is the way he is, and why he is unable to love anyone. Or has he finally found the ones he loves more than anything?
I’m obsessed with the level of alpha/possessiveness. It’s fanning yourself over and over, sweating and jaw dropping kinda hot. I Love it so much!
Cr8zysockbookblock Ratings Wrap Up
⭐️ Star Rating- ✨✨✨✨ ½ This is definitely a must read for second chance, enemies to lovers, NA, angst lovers, hot baby daddy lovin’ fans.
♨️ Flames of heat- 🔥🔥🔥 This is not a book full of sexy scenes but the tension is super nice. There are a couple of hot scenes that will get ya excited but there’s definitely lots of great build up!
🌪 Cliffhanger Warning– NO CLIFFHANGER! Perfect HEA and teeny taste of what’s to come in Bronywn’s book! I can’t wait!