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Every Bad Blooded Rebel fan knows that drummer Kris Engle has been madly in love with Jessie Monroe for years. What most don’t know is that their road to happiness and impending parenthood was full of heartache and despair…
Jessie Monroe had loved Kris Engle since the first time she saw him playing with his friends Ryder, Beau, and Jude when she was just five years old. After he’d stepped in and saved her from bullies on her first day of kindergarten, they quickly struck up a friendship and were inseparable from then on. Having both been raised in abusive homes, Kris was always Jessie’s escape from her nightmare of a mother.
Kris Engle had loved Jessie Monroe as a friend since he was seven years old, but after a simple brush of the hips backstage at one of Bad Blooded Rebel’s concerts everything changed. In an instant his entire world shifted off its axis and he suddenly found himself craving more than friendship from her. They instantly fall into a romantic relationship and things just seem to fall into place…until fate made their lives take a sharp left turn.
For the first time, go back and know what really happened in the early days of the band, the first moments in their relationship, and the tragic event that tore their lives completely apart.
True love can conquer all, but no one ever said the fight was easy.

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My Review

Are you ready to feel something big? Deeper tells the story and fills in all the gaps of Jessie and Kris from the Bad Blooded Rebel series. This book hits all the highs and lows, and everything in between that you did not know you were looking for.
Jessie and the “boys” all grew up together but she and Kris always shared a special bond. Good friends from the start they both shared something no child should have to bear, the abuse from a parent. Kris and Jessie had always been each other’s safe haven, but when their relationship evolved it was sweet and so special.
When a tragedy struck, it hurt them both. Now it’s not a spoiler that they get back together, but their time apart was difficult on them both.
I loved this book, it pulls you along with their every emotion. I cried, I smiled, I laughed, and for good measure cried again for their happiness.
This is definitely a great book. I love the whole series, but Mellie George hit it out of the park with this book!




About the Author:

I currently reside in Indiana and I am a wife, mother of 3, a hairstylist, and now, published author! I love to write, and I hope my book is the first of many!





Review of Stripped by CA Harms


by C.A. Harms

Publisher: Limitless


**Mature Content Warning**

Recommended for ages 17+ due to language and sexual content.

At twenty years old Kylie finds herself in a situation she never could’ve imagined…

She was abandoned by her husband with their five month old baby and a mountain of debt.

She’s forced to look for a job, but as a high school drop-out her choices are limited.

Kylie had

no choice but to become a stripper…

While working one night, Kylie feels a connection with a handsome stranger.

When she runs into him the next day, he asks to take her out, but she knows she doesn’t belong in

his perfect world.

The problem is, Evan can’t seem to get the sexy stripper out of his mind.

He knows she doesn’t belong there and something about her makes him feel alive. But when her

past comes knocking, his trust issues cause him to run.

Will Kylies

past continue to sabotage her? Or will she be able to break free once and for all?

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My Review
I enjoyed this book, and it was a pretty easy read. I think that Kylie did what she felt she had to do when she started stripping. I liked that when she and Brad got pregnant that they got married. Her parents did not approve of her choices, and as such she felt she could not turn to them when the going got tough. So she did what she felt she could to support her daughter and herself. I hated that Brad left and did not just walk away, and that she did not at some point just file for abandonment of their marriage, but I also feel like she was young and without any guidance in her life she may not have known that might have been available to her.
She meets Evan one night while stripping. He is good looking, rich, and as they start dating is good to her daughter, which are all pluses in my book. I hated that she was not honest from the beginning about where she was at in her marriage. Evan and Kylie have some great chemistry and there are some hot scenes in the book. I liked where they were going until they started to fight about things. Every couple has misunderstandings and they fight. What drove me nuts about Kylie and Evan was that they would walk out on each other, and not resolve their issues. I had to remind myself several times that she is young, but Evan was a bit older. It stands to reason that she had a good home life as a child and probably did not witness all this push and pull, so I just did not understand it. There are plenty of other detractors for this couple – His family, Brad coming back, her marriage, that I felt them never being a strong united front was more damaging at times to their relationship.
Overall I like this book, and think that you will as well. I was given a copy to review, but also purchased it.

About the author:

C.A. Harms

C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t

always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has

taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her

with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.

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New Release and Review! Ready For You by JL Berg

I really enjoy this series! Go #oneclick now! I was waiting for this book to come out. I found JL Berg’s work from an anthology. I started to read it and realized that it was a follow up to the first book in this series. I stopped reading it and started from the beginning. It was such a great choice.
Through all the books you know that Garrett has been missing the one he lost. He is a consummate workaholic. Mia ran away from her whole life, leaving Garrett in what he thought was his pain only. There are two sides to every story though.
I enjoyed this book, it had laughter and tears, fun and serious moments. I liked that even with other things in their lives now they never forgot their first loves.
Also the author did not lead them back to each other for everything to be perfect. They had to relearn each other, who they are now and how their separate pasts make them who they are today.

Title: Ready For You
Series: Ready #3
Author: JL Berg
Publication Date: May 26, 2014
Summary: A second chance at first love.

Eight years ago, Garrett Finnegan’s world shattered the day Mia vanished from his life. He’s been struggling to pick up the pieces ever since. Haunted by memories and ghosts of the past, he chooses a solitary existence rather than risk his heart again.

Mia Emerson has made one wrong decision after another but none worse than walking away from the boy who stole her heart so long ago. When her new life is turned upside down, she finds herself returning to her roots and the hometown she left behind. Maybe now she can find a way to heal from the devastating mistakes of her past.

When a chance encounter brings these former lovers together, passion reignites in a way neither is prepared for. Can Garrett move beyond his anger and find a way to forgive? Will Mia’s insecurities and fears cause her to once again flee the life she’s destined to live?

Garrett and Mia will soon discover that they must journey into the past to find their way home.

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About JL Berg: J.L. Berg is the USA Today bestselling author of the Ready Series. She is a California native living in the beautiful state of historic Virginia. Married to her high school sweetheart, they have two beautiful girls that drive them batty on a daily basis. When she’s not writing, you will find her with her nose stuck in a romance novel, in a yoga studio or devouring anything chocolate. J.L. Berg is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency, LLC.

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With our bags loaded, we started to make our way back to the car, weaving through the crowd and enjoying the sounds of people talking and soft music playing. I smiled when I heard a child laughing. I turned to see a child being thrown over his father’s shoulder.

“Garrett! Stop it! I’m too old to be carried!” The child laughed.

“You’re never too old to be tackled, Connor! We’ve got to get you ready for football!”

That voice—even after eight years, I would recognize it anywhere. My stomach fell to the concrete, and my feet cemented to the ground. I was frozen, completely frozen. Everything slowed. The street noise melted away, and each and every shopper disappeared until I saw him. He had the boy slung over his shoulder. They were both laughing and breathless from their horseplay. He looked older, but it was still him. He still had the same jet-black hair, emerald eyes, and dazzling smile. A beautiful blonde woman was smiling at the two of them as they joked around.

My heart finally caught up to my brain, and it felt like a jackhammer was beating hard and fast in my chest. My hands shook, and my knees suddenly felt weak and wobbly. I had no idea how much time had passed since I saw him.

Minutes? Hours?

I didn’t know, but it couldn’t have been long since Liv was just now noticing my crazy behavior.

“Amelia, are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost,” she said.

When I didn’t respond, she must have glanced up because I heard her gasp. She’d seen him, too.

“I-I need to get out of here—now,” I gritted through my teeth.

“Are you sure?”

I just nodded and started to turn. I couldn’t face him. He probably hated me.

He had a kid. That hurt. My hand went to my chest, trying to rub out the pain settling there. He had a child. That meant the blonde standing next to him was probably his wife. Garrett was married. It had been eight years. Of course he would be married. I didn’t know why I was surprised, but he wasn’t supposed to be here. He had moved away. He was supposed to stay away. I couldn’t be here if he was still here. I couldn’t breathe if he was still here.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get to the car,” Liv said gently, grabbing my arm and guiding me toward the car.

I just gave a brief nod as I let her lead me.

We hadn’t made it three steps before I heard the words that made my heart come to a screeching halt.

“Mia? Mia, is that you?”image

Review of Bee Helpful by J.W. Edwards

I am a mom first to two beautiful boys. I chose to review this book for my 3 year old.

My son and me really enjoyed this book. It is still a bit old for him but he liked the pictures and finding items I would ask him to look for in the page. I really liked the concept of this book. I thought it was very sweet of the bee to try to get water over long distances for his friend the sunflower even though they were “different” and bees don’t help flowers. I also enjoyed the end, where the bee went through many trials but was still able to help. Its a sweet story about being willing to help a friend no matter what. If you have little ones I highly recommend this book!

BeeHelpfulBannerBee_Helpful_webFor Sunny Bee, being truly helpful means going anywhere and everywhere. When his beautiful sunflower friend Myah becomes very ill, Sunny travels to the “far side of the hills” seeking help. Faced with a series of challenges including a raging storm, large spiders, or even the intimidating Grandfather Oak, Sunny’s dedication never wavers! (ages 4 – 8)

Softcover: http://amzn.com/0991325303 Hardcover: http://amzn.com/0991325311

About the author:

DSC_0107J.W. Edwards III was born in St. Louis, Missouri and spent the majority of his childhood there. Eventually he left St. Louis for engineering school and job opportunities. He has traveled across most the U.S. in search of a place to call home. He currently resides in northern California with his wife and three boys and works full-time as a software engineer while writing stories for his youngest son in his spare time.

J.W. Edwards is busy these days working on a variety of writing projects which includes the Sunny Bee Book Series. Book number three, Bee Helpful, was the first one to be published. Books 1, 2, and 4 will follow soon in 2014. Learn more about this series at www.sunnybeebooks.com.

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Review of Irreparable by Amanda Lanclos

Have you used the #oneclick button on Irreparable? If not you need too! Read on for my review of this debut novel by Amanda Lanclos.

Review of Irreparable by Amanda Lanclos

So I have to tell you, I really loved this book. I don’t even know where to start to tell you about it other then you need to buy it. It is a debut novel for the author and it’s so worth it for you to check her out! This book kept my attention and I did not want to stop reading it.

One of the things I really liked about this book is that it is written in Jameson’s POV. That does not happen often. Yes you will get a male POV book, after the first book was so successful, but not generally from the start. I also felt that the author did a good job with Jameson, and the story always felt like it was truly from a guys POV.

Jameson Carter was in the military when almost his whole team was killed and he lost his legs. He goes home to his fiancé to try and get back into the civilian world again, and adjust to learning how to walk again. PTSD is part of his every day now.

Sam was Jameson’s friend growing up. She had some very horrible things happen to her, and while it changed some aspects of her life, she still wants to help people. She of all people can understand Jameson’s PTSD, but what happened to her was in the past. Her dark times are generally behind her, and She has a kick ass personality, with strength and character. She and Jameson reconnect in his physical therapy, but he is still involved with his fiancé.

Some of the time I wanted to smack Jameson for his not wanting to deal with what happened while in the army or his home life once he got home. Other times I wanted to cry for all the things he was struggling with.

Jameson and Sam’s relationship once it started felt real – I laughed, cried and got pissed at them both. This book also has some twists and turns you will never see coming. I encourage you to check out this book, I honestly believe it will stay with you as a book to read over.

I was gifted a copy of this book from the author, but I liked it so much I bought a copy of my own!


In one day your life
can go from awesome to total shit and for me it’s going to change forever.  Who am I? 
My name is PFC Jameson Carter, and I am a United States Marine, or I was
until a bomb detonated and took half of me with it.  The only thing that kept me alive was the
woman I had waiting back for me at home. 

How do you go from
being a complete person to being half of something?  For me, I have help, but how can I be
anything more than half of what I used to be? 
Then when the one person you count on, the person you lived for leaves
you how do you react? 

For Samantha Blalock
life is easy, she helps repair people like me, the people who lose limbs.  Something isn’t the same though, she’s
changed.  See I’ve known Samantha for
years.  She’s hiding something.  Can we help each other through these trying
times in our lives?  Or does the fact
remain that we are both irreparable?

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 20 Fun Facts
1. My nieces and nephews call me Aunt Birdie, after my nickname Bird.  Because I tried to fly off the trampoline when I was 3.
2.  I love animals! I want to save them all!
3.  I was adopted.
4. My family is the modern day Brady Bunch (kinda) I have 2 half brothers 1 brother and 1 sister and 2 step brothers!
5.  I love broccoli, it’s my favorite.
6.  I am a stay at home momma.
7. I have a license for cosmetology
8.  My favorite color is purple.
9.  There is nothing better than a Saturday night in Death Valley (LSU’s Stadium.)
10.  My favorite candy is sour gummy worms 🙂
11.  Writing 20 facts is kinda not that easy 😛
12. My mother passed away 7 years ago.
13.  I released this book on my 26th birthday.
14.  I love books! I want a whole room full of books
15.  My favorite Disney princess is Belle, because of her love of books
16.  I hate to sweat (funny since I live in Louisiana)
17.  I am also a blogger.  Crazy Cajun Book Addicts.
18.  I have a huge signed book collection.
19.  I love to sing (even though I can’t carry a tune in a bucket).
20.  I prefer music and books to movies and television.
Jerking out of the bed
I gasp, my body drenched in sweat, it’s something that I’ve become accustomed
to.  Four months I’ve been in this hospital
reliving the pain of that night, and I still relive it every day I wake up and
look down at my lower half. 
Today is the day I get
to leave this hell hole I have been placed into by the VA.  I look around the room at all the high tech
equipment they have all around me.  There
is a heart monitor and it is beeping like crazy as my eyes land on Mary-Beth
sleeping peacefully on the pull out couch. 
It took two months to get me back to the States after the bombing; I had
to have extensive therapy for the burns I sustained.  Luckily for me I didn’t have any scarring,
but my legs couldn’t be saved. 
I can smell the
hospital smell, you know what I mean? 
The clean smell, the smell of alcohol wipes, and the smell of iodine as
it goes on to clean your skin.  That is a
smell I don’t believe I will ever be able to forget. It is etched into my brain
An honorable discharge
is what I got after having my legs blown apart and four of my best friends
stripped from me by Al-Qaida. I have been through three extensive surgeries,
and unfortunately by the end of them, I have lost both of my legs.  
look over and smile as I notice Mary-Beth laying on the couch of my hospital
room, her brown hair covering her beautiful face. I laugh softly as I see the
drool running down her chin onto her pillow from her plump lips.  Three years she waited for me after high
school and I thank God every day because, let me be honest, I would have given
up a long fucking time ago if it weren’t for her. She stirs and sits up and
wipes the drool from her face and catches my eye.  Standing from her make shift bed she gets up
and comes to stand before me.
“Did you sleep well?” she
asks. Looking into those beautiful emerald green eyes I know she knows I had
the dream again, so I will not lie to her; she sees through them anyway.
“Eh, I had a rough
night but it will be fine. I’m just ready to get the hell out of this place.” I
smile and lean into her hand when she places it on my cheek, but a feeling of
dread washes over me as I look at the wheelchair I have been given.
            I hate that fucking thing. I am a man
and I shouldn’t have to rely on anything to help me get around. Well, except
for my midnight blue 2012 Mustang GT waiting at home for me.  I thought I had a reason to hate the men that
performed those acts of terrorism after 9/11, but after February 2013 my hate
has changed. If I could I would kill them all with my bare hands.
“Are you ready to get
out of here? I know a little girl who is going to be so excited to see you
again.” Mary-Beth smiles and when I shrug she lets out a sigh. “Jameson, I know
you’re dealing with a lot of loss baby, but you have to remember, you’re here and
you survived. You cannot leave; I need you here with me.” She lets out a little
sigh and looks me in the eye before she speaks again.
 “I think God kept you alive for me. He knew if
he took you away I would never be able to breathe again.  After losing Mom and Leila, I could never
imagine losing you. You’re the greatest part of me. Even if you feel you are
not whole, you are. You’re alive and you’re breathing. That’s got to be worth
something.” A tear runs down her cheek as she looks at me and my breathing
hitches. I am being selfish.  I am alive
while four of my brothers were laid to rest. Their families have that burden to
bear, while I just have to carry the thought of being half of what I once was.  
“You’re right Mary-Beth.
I am glad to still be breathing but it doesn’t mean it’s going to get easier. How
am I supposed to go on knowing it should have been me? It could have been me.”
I look down at the sheets and twist my hands into them so I don’t have to look
into her face. I know what’s in her eyes; pity mixed with agony and I want
neither of those emotions when I look at her. 
She huffs and walks
over to her bag and then into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.  I wait until I hear the water running and
lift my blanket slowly to look at the bandages on my now non-existent legs. I
let the air leave my lungs in a loud groan, thinking of what the future holds.
I let out a loud groan as
the two nurses’ help me from the bed to the wheelchair.  “Man, you’re going to be walking in no time
with the physical therapist you got. 
Blalock is the best in the profession around here,” Kurt says as he
wheels me down to the front of the hospital. 
Mary-Beth is standing
beside her red Honda Accord and smiling. 
“You finally get to come home.”  I
laugh softly and reach my hands into the car. 
I put one hand on the console and one on the dashboard just like they
taught me to do in therapy in the hospital.
Kurt holds the
wheelchair as I pull myself into the seat. 
I guess that’s what I get for making fun of Lieutenant Dan in Forrest
Gump. Now I’m the real life version of him. 
“Thanks for everything Kurt,”  I
say and salute him before he shuts the door. 
Mary-Beth slides into the car and her shorts ride up her already exposed
thighs.  “Baby, you’re trying to kill me,”
I say with a grin and she laughs.
“No, I am trying to
keep you alive, thank you,” she replies and starts driving to the house.  We pull up to the house, which is a simple
townhouse covered in brick along with four others in the complex.  There is a white picket fence for Maggie, my
golden Labrador, in the back.  Man how I have  missed her! 
Mary-Beth gets the wheelchair out of the trunk and brings it over to my
“Thanks,” I grunt out
as I position my hands to move myself from the car to the chair.  I will be so glad when I don’t have to worry about
relying on someone else to help me. 
Mary-Beth stops at the
front door and walks around me.  “Wait
right here Jameson. I’m gonna go put Maggie in the back yard so she doesn’t
jump all over you before you can get situated.” She starts to walk in but I
stop her. 
“I want to see Maggie
now, please.”  I smile and push my chair
into the threshold and laugh when Maggie jumps into my lap like she weighs all
of ten pounds.  We wrestle a bit and she
jumps around licking all over my face. 
Well at least one of my girls was excited to see me. It wasn’t that Mary-Beth
wasn’t excited;  I was torn and mangled
when she first saw me.  I guess that
deserves a pass for not being enthusiastic. 
“She’s really been
missing you the last few years, but a lot more since you came back for a week
before your deployment.  She did a lot of
moping. I suppose we owe Tanner, the kid next door, for spending time with her..  He likes to play ball with Maggie. I think
the kids at school bully him and she seems to be therapeutic for him.”  Mary-Beth smiles and pushes me into the
living room and walks back into the kitchen. 
Maggie jumps down and
starts pawing at me to rub her head, so I rub the top of her head and scratch
her ear like I did when she was a puppy. I can’t believe how big Maggie is
getting. She has grown up into a big golden Labrador and she has one ear that
flops and one that sticks up in a funny way. 
Her long hair is all over the house, but it’s totally worth it.   It’s amazing how a dog will never forget a
person who cared for it. Well I’m sure they won’t forget the person who abuses
them either. 
“Here baby.”  I turn to see a beer sitting in front of my
face.  Thank the good Lord for this
woman, she knows me so well.  I haven’t
had a drink in six very long months.  I
take a sip and moan my approval. 
“I was gonna see if you
wanted to go to Hooter’s tonight. Mason and Luke wanted to see you, but if
you’re not up for it we can stay in and I’ll order some pizza.”  She smiles and I meet her green eyes. 
“I think I better wait
a few more days before I try to do the social thing. Hooters isn’t really the
place for me to go, not like this.”  I
point to the chair and Mary-Beth’s smile disappears.
“And why not?” Uh oh,
bitchy woman is out again.  “Mary-Beth,
I’m in a damn wheel chair and it’s always so packed in there. I wouldn’t be
able to get around,” I say and she puts her hand on her hip. 
“Jameson, they have to
be able to accommodate you. It’s against the law not to.”  Here goes momma bear Mary-Beth. It’s
something I have always loved about her and she never lets people get picked
on.  She has tried to be superwoman to
everyone when we were younger. Well, except to Luke’s sister Sam. It was like
they had a competition or something. 
Speaking of Sam, I need to check on her. I haven’t spoken to her since
the night I left for Afghanistan. 
“You’re right Mary-Beth,
but I’d rather not go for a few more weeks please.” I pet Maggie’s head again
and then turn on the flat screen to watch some LSU football.  Don’t judge me. Les Miles puts on a nail
biter and it’s not always easy to see my Tigers play where I’ve been. 
“Okay, I’ll just go
order us some pizza then.” With that she walks out of the room, and for once I
actually feel like a man again.  Pissed
off woman? Check.  Dog by my side? Check.
Beer in my hand? Check.  Step one on my
road to normalcy is complete. 
I sit on the couch with
Mary-Beth and Maggie on both sides of me. Funny how they can come and go as
they want, but I have to move from one seated place to another.  I eat my pizza and groan; hospital food sucks
compared to this.  I grab Mary-Beth’s
hand and drink a sip of my beer.  She
squeezes my hand and lays her head down in my lap as I watch the game.   “It’s nice to have you back Jameson.” She
sighs and I smile.
            “It’s good to be back.  I have missed being all domesticated.” I let
out a light chuckle and she slaps my thigh. 
“Not funny. I know you
feel like you’re not enough anymore, but baby you’ll always be enough for
me.”  She locks our fingers and turns her
head to look up at me. 
“I know Mary-Beth. It’s
just hard to explain.”  I put the beer
down and run my fingers through her hair. 
I watch as she closes her almond shaped green eyes.   This is my Mary-Beth; the one I took to the
field behind old man Rayborn’s barn in town. 
She’s the reason why I spent hours with Luke catching fireflies in mason
jars. I wanted to light up the blanket where Mary-Beth and I made love the
first time.  I remember this look of
bliss on her face after that, and now I remember why I survived that bomb.  She needed me, and dammit I was going to be
everything she needed. Even if I was only half of the man I used to be.
About the Author 

Amanda Lanclos is from a small town right outside of Baton Rouge, Louisiana.  Most of the time you will find her with her nose in a book, or blogging on her blog.  She is an avid reader, and never expected to write a book.  One day she was inspired and her first novel was written.  She has been married to her amazing husband for three years.  Together they have a beautiful daughter, and two very bad fur-babies.  During College Football season you can find her screaming for her Tigers. 


Review of Flame by Clarissa Wild

Check out my Review of Flame by Clarissa Wild
4 solid Stars from me!
Have you started with Fierce? You really need to read Fierce first if not. In Fierce I found that at first Hunter was hard for me to like. His back and forth, nice then a jerk annoyed me at first. But about the middle of the book when he started to reveal more to Autumn about his learning disability and then his brother in jail, you start to feel for him. I started to see a different side, one that I saw change before my eyes.

By Flame I was more than ready for Hunter and Autumn to be together. I liked that there was more of Hunters POV in the book. I also enjoyed the fact that with the two books you feel them “growing up” together. College is a weird time. You feel like an adult but not, feel like you need to start your life. Hunter felt like he needed to take care of everyone.

Autumn made me a bit crazy in the beginning of this book. However as she started to stand up for herself more and more, I wanted to stand behind her rooting for her.

I really in the end liked this series. I think Clarissa Wild did a good job bringing the angst of college and drama of a relationship to the front of the series. I am sure if you liked Fierce, as I did, and wanted to know more then Flame has to be a one click for you. You won’t be disappointed!

I was gifted a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Title: FLAME (#2, Fierce Series)
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: May 8th 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance (18+)

When trust is challenged and desire takes control, is love enough to conquer fear?

When geeky book nerd Autumn Blakewood falls for the cocky, confident fighter Hunter Bane she knows she’s in for life. Their undeniable connection, fueled by the desire to protect, grows stronger every passing second. However, the need to feel cherished threatens her college graduation, family bonds, and future, tearing her apart, but she won’t give up on Hunter so easily …

After he was abandoned by his family, Hunter Bane struggles to cope with daily life. Having a learning disability turns every task into a challenge. With his brother now free, Hunter feels the pressure to succeed and take care of the people he loves, forcing him to choose between college and a job. Hunter’s devotion to Autumn keeps him on the right path. His infatuation with her turns lust into passion, drawing out his alpha tendencies. But with affection comes admission, putting a strain on their relationship as secrets are exposed and unforeseen circumstances spiral out of control.

Being complete opposites, their love is flaming hot, but it burns away all inhibitions, unveiling the fears that were locked deep inside. As past and present collide, difficult choices must be made. Can Autumn and Hunter’s love survive this ultimate test?

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I can’t
take my lips off her. I need her so much right now. I’m starving for her lips. I can’t catch my breath, but I can’t stop either. I need her to feel how much I love her, need her to know how much I need her and that everything I said was a fucking lie. It was all the fear of not being able to live up to her expectations, the horror of disappointing her. I pushed her away instead of talking to her. If only I’d told her before why I was doing this, to help her mom out, then maybe this would’ve never happened.
But fuck, I am happy she’s here and that she’s all right. She’s here in my arms and I’m not letting her go. Never again.
I’m such a fucking mess, and still she loves me. I have no fucking clue why, but that’s why I love her. She loves me completely, unconditionally, so much that she can’t stand the thought of me even having the slightest scratch on me. I know I’m a bastard for earning money with fighting, but it’s the only thing I can do, and I’ll make sure I’ll be damn good at it. If she can’t see me get hurt, then I won’t let myself get hurt. I’ll make sure it never happens. I’ll train and fight until I can knockout everyone in my path with her watching me, smiling, proud.
I want to be her winner.
Smelling her, I take in her scent in with eagerness, wanting her so close, holding her isn’t even enough anymore. My fingers slide down her neck to her spine and down to her waist as I turn her around, still kissing her. I’m slowly taking her back to the car, not taking my lips off her. Entangling her fingers through my hair, she lets me push her backward until we reach the hood of the car. I’ve not been the best at finding directions when I have my fucking eyes closed. Kissing her is more important than seeing where I’m going.
She bumps against the hood, and I put my arms around her, making sure she can’t slip away. I’m not letting her out of my sight. Not anymore. Her plump, pink lips are so luscious … so soothing … so volatile for me. They turn me into something I shouldn’t be right now, but I can’t help myself.
Planting my hands on the hood, I trap her inside my arms and ravish her mouth. I can’t get enough of her, can’t get enough of her sweetness, her passion, her spark, her flame. I need her love right now.
“God … I want you so much right now, I can’t stop,” I murmur against her mouth, nipping at her lips, catching them with my teeth.
“I want you too. Don’t stop,” she whispers, and then she drags me closer by my shirt.
“Hmm …” I moan into her mouth, but then take my lips off her again. If I don’t stop now, I’ll turn into that beast again. I know, because I’ve been there before. She does that to me. Especially now, because I haven’t seen her for a while, and now that I’ve finally got my hands on her I’m not sure I can hold back. I don’t even want to, but I’m forcing myself to stop. It’s not right to take it further now. Not after what we just went through.
“We’re soaked,” I say.
“Yeah …” The way she says it sends shivers down my spine. It’s like she’s saying she’s ‘wet’ in a whole different way. Exhilarating.
“No, I mean, we should get back to the car.”
She shakes her head, pulling me in for another kiss, but I barely escape.
“I can’t control myself,” I say.
“You don’t need to.” She leans forward and pulls down my shirt, exposing my collarbone. When she starts pecking my skin, I’m done for.
Groaning, I say, “You don’t know what you’re in for.”
“Yes, I do. We’ve had sex before.”
“Not on a fucking car, on a road, in the rain.”
“I don’t care,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me closer. My cock springs alive from her tug. She’s never been this needy. This willing. It’s like she wants me to fuck her.
“I need to feel your lips on me. I need you. I need you everywhere. Inside me,” she whispers close to my ear. Fuck. She’s undoing me with her words. Now I’m hard as fuck.
It feels so fucking wrong after a fight, but so very tempting at the same time. My desire to take her has been multiplied by ten since we argued, as if my inner caveman knows that in order to fix love you need to fill each other up with love. Or in other words, fill her up to the brim.
My cock is throbbing in my pants at the thought of having her right now. I can’t think of anything else; it’s like my mind is only focused on one thing now, which is claiming her.
Ah, screw my conscious. “Fuck it …” I murmur, and then I dive into the little nook between her neck and shoulder and kiss her until my lips are raw and swollen.
I push her up against the car, and the lift her up, setting her down on the car. Parting her legs, I step closer and suck the beads of water off her skin. With my tongue I slip down her neck, licking up all the raindrops until I reach her tits. Her hands drop back onto the hood when I grasp both her perky tits in my hands and kiss the swell, going from one to the other.
“God, you’ve never tasted this good before.”
She giggles, which only gives me more incentive to seize her body and make it mine.
My fingers travel down her stomach while I keep my lips on her collarbone, teasing her as I slide lower and lower, avoiding her pleasure spot. I know she wants it, but I want her to savor that feeling for a while. I want her to realize what she’d be missing if I wasn’t there to please her anymore. And I want to enjoy myself while doing it.
I curl my fingers around her shirt and rip it over her head, surprising her. “You scared someone’s gonna find us here?” I tease, throwing the shirt on the hood of the car.
She squints, a smirk appearing on her face. “No.”
I purse my lips and raise an eyebrow. “Not even a little bit?”
Little moans escape her mouth as I massage her tits. She can’t speak, but shakes her
head instead.
Hmm … I wonder how far she’ll go. I want to know if I can push her boundaries. It’s too exciting not to try. So I slide my fingers down her shoulder, pushing her bra down, and then in one surprise move I flip her tits out of her holsters.
She gasps as I immediately lock my mouth over her rosy nipples.
“Oh, Hunter …” she moans as I flick my tongue over her hardened peaks.
“What? You backing down yet?” I tease.
“No. Definitely not. Oh my god …” she murmurs.
“Hmm… I like that.” I grin against her skin as I lick her tits until they are nice and perky. My hand drifts down to her pussy and I splay my fingers, grasping her possessively. “Mine.”

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Clarissa Wild is the Amazon Bestselling Romance author of FIERCE, a top 200 and top 15 New Adult Romance novel. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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