And you don’t get to choosewhoyou fall in love with.
The minute he opened his sexy mouth, Holliday Hughes should have known Jack Dalton was trouble. His smooth pickup lines, broad shoulders, and ridiculously handsome face charmed her right out of her clothes. She gave into her desires, the instant attraction blinding her to the obvious.
One night. That was all it took for Holliday’s world to be flipped on its axis. Jack Dalton was cocky. Smug. Volatile. Demanding. He ignited something deep inside her like no other, but there was something more to this brooding bad boy. There was a dark side to him she couldn’t help but be drawn to.
Torn between what she knew about him and a mysterious side he tried to hide, could she walk away or was he simply too hard to resist?
Excerpt: “Wait.” He reaches to the nightstand one more time and grabs his phone. Scrolling, he smiles when he finds what he’s looking for. With one push of the button, a song I’m all too familiar with begins. I know every word and every riff. “Stairway to Heaven” was the soundtrack to a lot of trouble I got into back in high school. “Led Zeppelin?”
With a smirk in place, he nods. “This is great fucking music.”
“Great fucking music or great music for fucking?” I ask as his hands squeeze my breasts.
“Both.” He lays back, his hands sliding up the outside of my thighs, and says, “Take me to that place that keeps you from getting jaded. That place where you find peace without the demons destroying everything you thought you wanted. Take me there.”
Darkness fills his eyes, his gaze alluding to everything he doesn’t have to be any longer. I lift up and sink down on him, my hands pressed flat against his chest, wanting to smother the dark and cover it with light. Slowly rocking back and forth like the tempo calls for, his words lyrics to my ears, invading my thoughts. I drop my head back as his hands grab my hips, holding me down. The resistance causes inner turmoil as my insides begin to coil. Wanting more, my hands fall behind onto his legs, balancing me on top of him as we move against the other.
I let my mind drift with the melody, the fullness of him overtaking all other feelings. The music builds and my body reacts to the rhythm he’s creating inside me. The song becomes our anthem, a soundtrack to our moans and heavy breaths.
When I look down at him, his eyes are open, watching me, one hand roaming my body freely. The other caressing my tattooed skin.
The song speaks of winding roads, shadows and souls… I’m flipped onto the mattress. Dalton’s inside me again, moving over me. Our bodies become slick with sweat, emotions begin swirling between us. Feelings that this could be more than just one night plant themselves like seeds in the depths of my mind. Review: I was pleasantly surprised with the direction this story took. I was expecting to enjoy the book but I was also expecting the typical bad boy, drug addicted rocker meets good girl. What I got was so much more. I'm not one for spoilers so sometimes I find it very difficult to leave a very in depth review, and this is one of those times. Both Jack and Holliday will surprise you, tug at your heart, and quite honestly they will both suck you in and even though you can't wait to find out how the story ends, you will not want to let them go with that last page. I have a different opinion of angst versus drama, what many writers and readers term "angst" I only see "drama". With that said, there is an amazingly even blend of angst/drama, romantic-comedy/flirty banter, extremely hot sex without becoming gratuitous smut, and of course HEA. Although, who is to say what constitutes a HEA, as I said, I don't do spoilers. If you've read Miss Scott before than you know that she definitely knows how to bring a story to life. If you haven't read her before, this would be an excellent first foray with a new author. Rating: 5 Stars
S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalismdegree pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters and letting them lead her on their adventures.
Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions she calls hobbies.
Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons, two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys.