Title: Urban Love Prophecy
Author: Jessica Ingro
Release Date: June 13, 2014
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~ Review ~
I really started out loving this book a lot. Then there was a turning point and from there it managed to go down hill. Tori become weak in my mind. I don't believe making empty threats and that is exactly what Tori did.
Tori is struggling with the fact she has nothing anymore. All thanks to the wicked step mom who is slowly removing Tori from her fathers life. He's on his death bed and she can't see him. She is an emotional wreck and last thing she needs is bad boy Jayson Santiago playing with her. She tries to stay away, but he is very persuasive. What's the harm in one night between consenting adults? Nothing as long as you don't let yourself get your heart involved. Poor Tori has a lot to learn there. So she friend zoned him. Then when she thinks they can be something he goes and messes up royally. And she just forgives him. Not really any questions as. Just decides to trust him again. Then he does the same stupid thing later and she swears that's the last time anyone makes a fool out of her. But she doesn't stay away.
Jayson Santiago is a big player. Which I find funny because apparently from the prologue he wanted the good girl to settle down with. Nothing about him scream that he want to settle for one pussy the rest of his life. He didn't do commitment. He did what he wanted and without the thought of how it would affect the people around them. He felt he was entitled. Though when he though Tori was acting like an entitled bitch he went and messed with her heart. He was a jerk throughout most of this book and only played nice when he wanted something.
In my opinion Jayson didn't prove that he wouldn't keep repeating the same mistakes over and over again. Tori fully trusted him yet she kept letting him walk all over her. She would stand up at first then crumble to his will. I just couldn't get into the book after the second time he treated her like crap.
~ Excerpt ~
Copyright © Jessica Ingro“You do know you’re beautiful, right? And your mom would be proud to see what a special woman you’ve become,” he whispered in my ear. When he was done speaking, he pulled back fractionally and stared into my eyes. Blue meeting green in an effort to communicate how genuine that statement was for him. My breath hitched, and I fought hard to swallow past the lump that was building in my throat. He said the most perfect things at just the right time. In that moment, I really wanted this man beyond just in my bedroom. I wanted him in my life. He leaned away and settled on my side of the booth, propping his foot up on the opposite side and stretching his arm along the back of the seat. “What other songs did you like? Or is it presumptuous of me to assume you liked more than one song on that CD?” I was grateful for the lighter topic, since the chemistry between us was starting to feel a bit combustible. “Not at all. I liked most of them, but ‘The Struggle’ spoke to me. I felt like you gave me a glimpse inside you. It was humbling to be given that opportunity. To hear how you struggled to be the son your mother would be proud of and the man that a woman would want to spend her life with. The man a daughter would want to call father. It was really very beautiful.” I watched as something passed over his face that was both breathtaking and raw. Before I had a chance to put my finger on what it was, it was gone. Replaced with a serious look that made me cringe a little. I wanted the playful Jay back. Not the one that appeared to be lost in thoughts, and not all of them good. “Although I have to say the song about fucking your best friend’s girl one night and then hitting an entire sorority the next was just as inspirational,” I deadpanned. “How did you possibly fit them in all in one night? Inquiring minds want to know.” I winked and hoped that would break the mood. It worked when he threw a fry from my plate at me. “Brat.” He laughed with a half grin on his face. “Really, though, is that true? Did you really have sex with that many women in the span of one night?” He looked uncomfortable for a split second before answering. “Maybe not all of them, but there were quite a few.” “Huh. So you’re a stallion then?” Growing up with horses I knew that stallions were often bred more than once in a day. If this story was true, I could imagine him going all night like a real thoroughbred. That thought was a little too much for my brain to comprehend. “I haven’t had any complaints. And I’m certainly hung like one.” “You know, they say the men who brag the most are the ones that shouldn’t be bragging.” “Oh, Tori. Now you’re testing me. If you want me to show you, baby, it can be arranged.”
~ Author contact information ~
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