Her "cheating" didn't bother me nearly as bad as him dragging the smoke jumper's equivalent of a tag chaser in to bed and "trying" to fuck her did. Her "cheating" didn't bother me nearly as bad as him dragging the smoke jumper's equivalent of a tag chaser in to bed and "trying" to fuck her did. ...more
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Tony is a WORTHLESS DOUCHEBAG PILE OF COWSHIT MANWHORE ASSHAT. I don't think I have ever(view spoiler)[If you're offended by cussing, cover your eyes.
Tony is a WORTHLESS DOUCHEBAG PILE OF COWSHIT MANWHORE ASSHAT. I don't think I have ever hated a MC (I flat fucking refuse to call him a hero) more than him. I think I may like Undeniable's Deuce more, and I DESPISE Deuce. And Trish. There's this thing that keeps you upright....it's called a fucking backbone! Grow one! And then use it!
There was NOTHING Tony could have done to redeem himself, but he certainly didn't try, either. A couple tears and all is well? Bullshit.
I think this is one of those cases where I went in to a book with unrealistic expectations. It just wasn't a good fit for me.
Sparrow... I ha2.5 stars.
I think this is one of those cases where I went in to a book with unrealistic expectations. It just wasn't a good fit for me.
Sparrow... I have no nice words. None. I'll just leave it at dafuq?
The resolution felt contrived. You carry this grudge around for YEARS and then decide all of a sudden to drop it? Yeah, ok.
Hypocrisy and double-standards, blah, blah.....I don't mind when my hero is ACTIVE, if you get my drift, but it bothers me when the heroine is. It felt incongruous with her upbringing and moral compass. The girl wouldn't say shit, for Christ's sake.
Ian made this book for me, but he groveled too long. He fucked up, he owned it, he tried to make amends, she wasn't having it....for God's sake, let it go.
My fifteen year old step-daughter reads Abbi Glines. To say I started this book with a fair amount of trepidation is an understatement, but our Bama-bMy fifteen year old step-daughter reads Abbi Glines. To say I started this book with a fair amount of trepidation is an understatement, but our Bama-bred, gun totin heroine reeled me in quick. I loved Blaire. Loved that she never tried to be anything but herself, loved that she was a better shot than most men, loved that she calls clubbing honky-tonking. Ain’t nothing like a country girl, y’all.
Now Rush. Maybe I would’ve liked him better had I gotten his POV. He was closed up pretty tight for most of the book and came off as a spoiled-rotten asshat manwhore. I was firmly TEAM WOOD for much of this book. In the end, Rush gave up too easy. You love someone, you fuck up, you better fight harder than that to hang on, especially if this is the soul-shattering, life-altering love you profess it to be.
I like my smut, I ain’t gonna lie about that, and I was a little concerned about the steam factor in this one. No need. It was hot. For all his emotional shortcomings, Rush can perform in the sack. And –BONUS—he’s a dirty talker. I love a dirty talker….
The cliffhanger was heart wrenching. I am really glad I waited to read this one—the release of number two is just a week away.
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