I received an ARC of this book from TRSOR in exchange for an honest review and as part of the book’s blog tour promotions.
Sweet. I think this is the best thing about this book. There were so many sweet things about the book that I just couldn’t help but like it. And let me tell you, I was actually on the fence about this book. I mean, I quite liked the story, but there were some inconsistencies with the characters as well as a weak character development and plot progress.
Another issue I had was the hero’s name. I swear, ever since Jax Teller became popular, a lot of book heroes were also named the same. And come on, really, when somebody mentions the name Jax, all I can see is Charlie’s ass while he’s doing the dirty with different chicks. And I don’t like it. I always struggle to picture the main character without Charlie crossing my mind even for just a single second. And this hero actually deserved a lot from me because he was a great character, even if he was sometimes a bit unreal. Anyway, I feel like I’m straying farther from my point.
My point is, while this book is not going to be one of my favorites, this is actually a good, enjoyable sweet and fast read. I truly understand why there are so many high ratings. I, myself, actually like the hero, and the heroine and her daughter were cute little things.
“Thank you again for taking me.” Pulling my eyes from the road for a brief moment, I look at Ellie. Her head is resting against the window, her legs pulled up onto the seat, tucked near her ass, and her arms are wrapped tight around them. One thing I’ve noticed about her over the last few hours is she’s always wrapping her arms around herself or tucking her body into a tight ball. It’s like she’s forcing herself to stay together.
“I told you I got you, baby,” I say gently, wanting more than anything to take her hand in mine, but every time I touch her, she freezes up like she’s waiting for me to strike out at her, and I would be lying if I said that didn’t piss me the fuck off. It does; it feels like a slap in the face every time it happens.
“I know,” she whispers, and the tears I hear in her voice cause a sharp pain in my chest.
“This is the turnoff.” Her feet go to the floorboard and her hands to the dash as she sits up taller, moving her face closer to the windshield. We drive up a long dirt driveway with forest and the occasional broken down car on each side. When we make it to the top of the hill, a singlewide trailer comes into view, with junk cars and garbage piled up out front.
As soon as I come to a stop, she opens her door and hops out before I can tell her to keep her little ass in the cab. I don’t even know how I’m going to deal with the range of emotions that have settled over me since seeing her for the first time.
“Fucking Boom,” I mutter, getting out behind her and doubling my steps until I’m able to reach her side, where I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her closer to me. She’s so fucking tiny that the top of her dark head sits right at my chest. So fragile, from her too soft skin to her petite size. And she’s mine.