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339 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 6, 2017
“Maybe we’re all crazy. Maybe the trick in life is just to find someone whose crazy plays well with your own.”
“She wants the fairy tale with the happy ending. All I have are bullet holes in a house with no soul.”
"My wicked little belladonna, beautiful, deadly, so tempting to keep tasting but so goddman toxic every touch is just too much."
“Whatever this is I’m feeling, I want it to stop. I want it to go away. I want to stop fucking seeing her every time I blink. I want to stop fucking thinking about her every time I pause to take a deep breath. She’s like an infection that’s settling into my chest. I would rip out my own organs if I thought it might purge her from my system.”
“The woman’s touch is witchcraft. It’s a sin to give in, but seeing as sinning is my specialty, I let her dark magic consume me, because what do I have to lose?”
She wants the fairy tale with the happy ending. All I have are bullet holes in a house with no soul.
Maybe we’re all crazy. Maybe the trick in life is just to find someone whose crazy plays well with your own.
Whatever this is I’m feeling, I want it to stop. I want it to go away. I want to stop fucking seeing her every time I blink. I want to stop fucking thinking about her every time I pause to take a deep breath. She’s like an infection that’s settling into my chest. I would rip out my own organs if I thought it might purge her from my system.
The woman’s touch is witchcraft. It’s a sin to give in, but seeing as sinning is my specialty, I let her dark magic consume me, because what do I have to lose?
The woman has got me all fucked up here, flipped upside down and inside out. It’s like the striking of a match. All it needs is that spark.
"Whenever I close my eyes, I see her. Scarlet.
I see her smiling. I see her crying. I hear her laughter flowing through me, sending chills down my spine. The sound of her moaning creeps through my bloodstream, the face she makes in the throes of passion, the pulse that spurs it on. Whatever it is I'm feeling, I want it to stop. I want it to go away. I want to stop fucking seeing her every time I blink. I want to stop fucking thinking about her every time I pause to take a deep breath. She's like an infection that's settling into my chest. I would rip out my own organs if I thought it might purge her from my system."
"My wicked little belladonna, beautiful, deadly, so tempting to keep tasting but so goddman toxic every touch is just too much."
"I've got you."
"Stupid little suka, you will always be mine."Grievous picks up directly after Menace. Lorenzo and Scarlet have been thrown together in the midst of a tornado. Scarlet is desperate to get back what she has lost, and although Lorenzo is a cold hearted man full of raw fury, he has fallen hard for Scarlet. He will stop at nothing to keep her safe and help her get her life back.
"It's a sin to give in, but seeing as sinning is my specialty, I let her dark magic consume me, because what do I have to lose?"Scarlet is in danger. Even with Lorenzo by her side, her life is at stake. As Lorenzo and Scarlet grow closer together, both passion and tenderness grow between them, and Lorenzo begins to feel emotions in a way that he has never experienced before. When danger threatens to tear them apart, Scarlet and Lorenzo will burn the world down to survive.
"He fucks me. There's no other way to describe it. This way, that way, upside down, inside out, he fucks me until my muscles quake and my body aches, my senses all jumbled."Told in dual POV, I enjoyed every single solitary moment of Grievous. The main characters are complex, and together they make quite a unique pair. I adored the raw intensity of Lorenzo, and Scarlet was full of spunk. Both of them are driven to protect the ones they love, and when they fall in love with each other, it is as if they have been reborn into a new world that they can only discover together. The secondary characters enhanced the story greatly and helped drive the plot by adding humor, wit, and intrigue. J.M. has always written strong heroes that I quickly fall in love with and yet, I found this series to be even more notable due to the strength of the heroine. Together, Scarlet and Lorenzo are unforgettable. The passion is raw as Lorenzo, and Scarlet pursue each other on every level completely.
Menace - 4 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️My heart races, skin tingling when his gaze meets mine. He’s teetering on a brink. I pity whoever might cross this man if he ever truly lets the coldness consume him. He’s clinging to a life raft right now. The moment he says fuck it and lets go, everyone’s going to drown in the waves he creates because he’s not going down alone.
Grievous - 4 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I'm glad I gave this series a second chance.
“There’s no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, Pretty Boy. Life isn’t magically delicious. The consequences of breaking a mirror is that your goddamn mirror is now broken.”
“If you’re measuring, fellas, to see which of you has the biggest cock,” I say, “I can end this easily by telling you it’s neither one of you jackasses, because nobody has a bigger cock than I do, so sit the fuck down before I’m forced to whip it out.”
“Whoa buddy!” I say, letting out a laugh as the detective scrambles to pull himself together. His pants are down around his ankles, damn near tripping him, his awkwardly hairy ass on display. “Might wanna shave that shit, Sasquatch.”
“Long story,” I lie. It’s sort of a simple one—my closest guy betrayed us, turning into a bigger rat than Peter Pettigrew in Harry Potter. Yeah, whatever... you’re wondering how I know who that is, huh? Truth is, my brother’s got a nerdy side. He read the books as a kid, wouldn’t shut up about it.
“Just one night of that sleep would probably cure me of every problem I have. I’d wake up the next morning feeling like Mr. Rogers, welcoming motherfuckers to my neighborhood.”
“They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Is it really any wonder why mine are fucked up?” – Lorenzo
“I see it when I look him in the eyes. I see the agony he feels. He’s tortured, twisted, all tied up in knots. He’s busy beating himself up inside. But most people don’t see that, because they don’t look at him. They turn away from the surface, terrified, because what he shows the world can be downright fucking scary. But if they just took a second to really see him, they’d know what I know. They’d believe what I believe. And what I believe is this man is far from being a monster. I’ve lived with monsters. I know them.” – Scarlet
“You speak Italian?”
“Some... Why? You want me to talk dirty to you?”
“Well, I didn’t, but I kind of do now.”
“Let’s go upstairs, and I’ll teach you all the dirty words you want.”
“All of them?”
“Every single one.”
“Vedere il mio cazzo tra quelle belle labbra è una fantasia che mi ha perseguitato dal momento in cui ci siamo incontrati.”
I found myself starting to give a fuck about you.
I don’t like it, not at all, because as she says those words, I come to realize, in the moment, that feeling might be mutual.
“You want the fairy tale,” he continues. “You want the happy ending. You want the little boy to be a fucking bird so he can fly away and make everything okay, but I can’t do it. I’ve told you that. It’s not me.”
“I know.”
“So why the fuck are you here?”
“Because I love you anyway.”
“I love this dangerous, menacing asshole.”
“Why all the fucking staring? Do I got something on my face?” Ha-ha. Fuck you.
"I found myself starting to give a fuck about you."
I don’t like it, not at all, because as she says those words, I come to realize, in the moment, that feeling might be mutual.
“Face your fears and wipe your tears.
❝You stole a couch,❞ I say, ❝from a strip club.❞
❝So?❞
❝So do you know what happens on those couches?❞
❝Probably the same ooey-gooey shit my brother does on it, but it doesn’t matter. I disinfected it.❞
❝You disinfected it.❞
❝Yeah, got a can of Lysol and sprayed the fuck out of the thing.❞
Face your fears and wipe your tears