This book SLAYED me. I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review, but I would have bought this. I don't often say that because for me, once I've read a book, I'm done. I re-read very few stories because the element of surprise is gone. But this? I cannot express how deeply this book made me feel. Blaze is a "come from the wrong side of the tracks" kind of guy...except the tracks were the drug kind. Growing up in a cesspool of drugs and debauchery, he clawed his way out with a football scholarship. While at school, he meets and falls for Fallyn. Their relationship is a whirlwind of light and love....until Blaze falls into the darkness that followed him from his past. And this is only about halfway through the novel. I was in tears for the remainder of this story. I felt so badly for both of them...can you imagine loving something so much but forever having to watch them struggle? Wanting something so badly but feeling hopeless of ever being able to rid yourself of an addiction to have it? I fell in love with Blaze, loved him through the dark, and loved him more in the light. I highly recommend this book, and it is one I will be re-reading.
BLURB
Rock
bottom.
They
say the only way to go from there is up, but what is “up” when you’re born into
someone else’s rock bottom?
At
ten, football became my first love. It’s what got me out of the house away from
my self-destructive family. My love for football landed me at Las Vegas
University with a full ride scholarship, and the orange on my jersey was my
favorite color…until my eyes landed on the red dress Fallyn wore the night we
met.
At
twenty-one, I jumped off the cliff into the unknown the second Fallyn McIntyre
danced in my arms at a party. I had the greatest girl in the world and the
opportunity to play college ball every Saturday. My rock bottom was looking up,
thanks to my two first loves.
Parties,
sex, and football—life was perfect. But one drink too many, and my world came
crashing down. When I chose pills over my second love, my head told me it was
the best decision I ever made. The pills keep me warm and protect me from the
distance Fallyn created. Percs don’t judge me. They make me feel alive.
Threes.
They
say the best things come in threes, but one leads to a stable future, one is my
salvation, and the other drags me to hell—a hell I’d willingly burn in for
eternity…if it weren’t for my second love.
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EXCERPT
Turning to face the guy who is either too stupid
or too drunk to take a hint, my eyes land on the handsome face of a tall blond
with the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
The smirk on his face clearly indicates he
believes I should be impressed. And I am. There’s no doubt about it. I’m
completely fascinated by the ego this douchebag emits with one simple look.
Without a word, I let my eyes trail from the top of his purposely mussed hair
that probably took longer to fix than mine to the orange chucks adorning his
big feet.
He allows the perusal, awaiting my approval.
Cocking an eyebrow at his blatant, pompous attitude, I push his hands off my
hips.
“Not a chance, buddy,” I say before turning back
toward the kitchen.
My legs tremble, wobbling on my already unsteady
heels. I release a long, slow breath, hoping he disappeared into the crowd. The
last thing I need is for him to notice the way my eyes lingered on his stubbled
jaw and the muscles of his chest even his clothes can’t hide. I’m almost
certain he could sense my quick, unmasked arousal. One look was all it took for
this man to creep his way under my skin and throb in my core. He’s got
self-entitled, bad boy, asshole written all over him—character traits I would
have dropped anything for a few years ago. Not today, though. Those are flaws I
left in Utah when I graduated high school.
The same firm grip reaches for me again,
wrapping all the way around my body and pulling my back against an incredibly
strong chest.
I close my eyes for a moment, allowing only a
second of contact before turning around and readying my hand to slap him across
the face for taking such liberties without my permission—just another alpha asshole
attribute that used to make me swoon.
“You need to get your—”
His finger covers my lips, preventing me from
getting my words out. My attempt at what I’m sure was going to be a very
eloquent threat against his manhood falters as he pulls me closer to his body.
His leg somehow finds its way between mine as he squats a couple inches to
decrease the differences in our height.
The strong hand that has reached for me twice
tonight is around my back, fingers splayed against the thin red fabric. The finger
that halted my words trails down the column of my damp neck before gripping
around at my nape. Gooseflesh follows the trail, racing over my fevered skin.
He holds me against him, guiding me to the rhythm I hated until this very
second. Like the traitorous slut she is, my body molds against him, every soft
inch against his hardness.
“I don’t,” I begin again, only to have his hand
leave my neck to push another finger against my parted lips.
I watch, enthralled and utterly stupid, as his
bottom lip rolls between his teeth at the same time his thumb sweeps over mine.
I cave, wholeheartedly capitulating to the
moment. Ignoring the warning bells going off in my head, screaming at me to
bolt through the front door and not look back, I grip the silky athletic fabric
of his jersey and pull him closer. A knowing grin lights his face and sparkles
in the crystal blue of his eyes.
One song blends into another as our bodies close
every millimeter of distance. No words are spoken as the countdown begins. No
promises are made when the clock strikes midnight. No way I’ll survive this man
when his breath becomes mine. No chance I’ll see him again when swaying all
night turns into dancing tongues. No possibility of keeping my promise of no
bad boys when one hand grips my nape and the other squeezes my ass.
Alcohol has never really been my thing. The
memory of the first time I drank heavy liquor in high school is enough to make
my stomach sour, but the bourbon on this guy’s lips is the perfect mix of sweet
and spicy. It’s, hands down, the most satisfying thing I’ve tasted since the
ice cream I had after getting my tonsils removed when I was seven. I savor
every fraction of a second, every slow glide of his tongue against mine, each
time his lips pull back a fraction and turn up to smile against mine.
Without so much as one spoken word, this man has
managed to master my body, persuading it to beg for more, coaxing whimpers from
my mouth when he pulls away, only to ensure it pants a seductive moan when
those skilled lips find my neck.
AUTHOR BIO
Marie
James is a full-time working mother of two amazing little boys and wife of
almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time, and diet coke is always
near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has lived most of her life.
With 13 published books under her belt, she has no desire to stop writing
anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her busy.
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