I love Jane's writing for her storytelling and how she takes you to a different place, I adored Kes and Aimee's story and they will always be my favourite couple, that being said this was a slightly different read but one I enjoyed being alongside.
What's it about?Tucker is known for his Manwhore ways he never takes a woman twice. In fact, he pushes it twice but never connects to any woman, that is until he see's Tara. Tara is Kes's half sister and is from a different world to Tucker's . She comes to visit her brother and she just can't walk past him, she wants to live a little and therefore goes after the man that makes her feel things she has never felt before. Even if he doesn't fit into her lifestyle she wants him and she's going to have him.
Tucker was not been given the best beginning in his life. So there is an element of poverty and what there was to what he is now. With a slight amount of angst to add to the mix.
This is a book about LOVE and moving mountains for Love.
It's about taking chances, and finding love on the opposite side from the life you have leaded. It's about finding love in life, and the way you live, and not just the route you take.
It's about two people who are from opposite journeys, and opposite up bringings. But the heart wants what the heart wants.
I loved Tucker for his undivided attention to the people that mattered and although he perceived as a Manwhore , he had a heart of gold, he was trustworthy, loveable, dedicated, and always did the right thing. He was last and others were first. I think the thing about Tucker is that he may not have a family as such of his own, but he sure as hell made the people he cares about his family. So to me this story was about sacrifices and finding peace and happiness. About enjoying what we're given. About finding LOVE. And falling in love.
Tara was Kes' sister and has battles to cross (not essentially her brother) but more the kind of people she's been associated with her whole life. But she's fed up of letting her family live her life for her so she goes after what she wants. And she breathes the choice she's making. A strong willed heroine, I loved her loyalty to Tucker and how he was it for her yet wanted the time to find out what they could be.
This was an enjoyable read from the beginning, a well crafted plot and Jane did what's she's good at, giving us a little magic. I really enjoyed this one. And for one am going to miss the these characters.
Enjoy hugs and kisses xo
ARC Gifted generously in exchange for an honest review.
“My, it’s warm in here,” she said, holding the chilled bottle against her neck.
I was mesmerized as droplets of water rolled down her chest, disappearing into the deep vee of her t-shirt. And she knew it, the witch, a small, cat-like smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as I yanked my thoughts out of the gutter.
A minute later she was moaning and groaning again, rolling that damn bottle over her throat before taking a long swallow.
It was getting harder to remember why I couldn’t have this woman. Yeah, and that wasn’t the only thing that was getting hard.
“It’s late,” I said, nodding at the streetlights outside.
As if we needed them to know that twilight had come and gone, and stars were sparkling in the sky like fireflies.
“I’ll walk you back,” I said decisively, standing to make my point.
Tera grinned up at me, her eyes a little unfocused. “All the way across the parking lot? What a gentleman!”
Then she leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table, giving me the money-shot view down her t-shirt.
God had given her beautiful tits—she could make a sucker out of me any time.
My eyes darted up to hers when she spoke again.
Damn, she could make jogging a spectator sport.
“Tucker, I like you, and I can tell you like me. We’re both single. I’m not asking you for a commitment—let’s just see how this goes.”
I sat down heavily. She was so damn fearless—just like Kes.
“TC, it’s not a good idea.”
She rounded the table and sat next to me, her thigh pressed to mine, leaning her head against my shoulder so her silky hair tickled my cheek.
So damn soft.
I could feel the heat of her skin burning through my t-shirt and my dick swelled, trapped sideways, the seam pressing painfully. I’d had a chubbie all evening, but now it was trying to climb through the denim.
“I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had,” she said, her voice quiet but clear.
“You didn’t think that at the bonfire last spring,” I reminded her. “You walked away from me then. Why aren’t you walking away from me now?”
I waited, but that seemed to be all the answer I was getting.
“Because what?” I prompted her.
“Because … because that’s what I’ve been taught to do. I’m supposed to wait for the right guy, then marry him and give up my career to make perfect little babies that my dad can kiss on his campaign trail.”
“Doesn’t sound so bad,” I hedged.
She shook her head fiercely.
“No, it doesn’t, but it’s not me either. I’ve met a lot of right men,” and she rolled her eyes, “but it seems as if it’s the wrong man that I’m attracted to. There’s something there, something between us.” Then she smiled brightly. “And I haven’t gotten laid in ages.”
My head dropped into my hands.
“You can’t say that to a guy!” I groaned.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling my head down with a fierceness that surprised me. Her pink lips flattened against mine, demanding, insisting, until her tongue was in my mouth.
Stronger men couldn’t have resisted her, and dammit, I’d always been weak.
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