~ Synopsis ~
A scarred fighter.
One night of unbridled passion.
There are three things you need to
know about Elizabeth Bennett: she’s smart as a whip, always in control, and
lives by a set of carefully crafted rules. She’s learned the hard way that
people you love the most always hurt you in the end.
But then she meets Declan Blay, the
new neighbor at her apartment complex.
A tattooed British street fighter,
he’s the campus bad boy she’s supposed to avoid, but when he saves her from a
frat party gone bad, all her rules about sex and love fly out the window.
She gives him one night of unbridled
passion, but he longs for more.
With only a cardboard-thin wall
separating their bedrooms, he dreams of possessing the vulnerable girl next
door forever.
One night. Two damaged hearts. The
passion of a lifetime.
~ Review ~
5 Stars
I love this book!! Ilsa didn't disappoint with this amazing
book. Plus, you can help but fall for
the English twins!!
Declan and Elizabeth are two broken
people who are drawn to each other.
Watching these two will send you on
an emotional roller coaster ride. You
will scream at your kindle. I know I did
it a few times. Telling a certain
someone to pull their head out of their butt and look at what's in front of
them.
I am looking forward to another book
in this series. I can't wait to read
more about Dax!! I cannot wait to see
what happens with him!
Declan is someone that you want as
your real live boyfriend. Ilsa where can
I find him? I know that Dax is going to
be just as devastating to us as Declan is.
All I can say is I can't get enough of these English men.
“Come to my apartment and spend the night with
me.” I touched his face, my fingers stroking the softness of his sensuous lips.
“Just one night and we can make this shitty world disappear.”
He exhaled. “A one-night stand?”
“Yeah.”
He cupped my chin. “Someone hurt
you, didn’t they?”
My lips tightened. No one at Whitman
knew about Colby except for Shelley and Blake, and I sure as hell wasn’t
telling him. He’d judge me like everyone else had in Petal, North Carolina.
“That’s none of your business.”
“I see.” His eyes searched mine
until I felt like a bug under a microscope. “What if I wanted more than just
one night?”
“Then your hands can let go of my
hips now.”
He removed his hands slowly, the
tips of his fingers grazing mine. “This may surprise you, but I don’t sleep
with every girl I kiss.”
I’d been rejected. Again. “Blake
said you got around, that you used—”
“And you believed him?” His voice
was incredulous. “Dude is in love with you and he saw exactly how we looked at
each other tonight—”
“Looked at each other? What are you
talking about? You refused to dance with me and then you ran off with your
girlfriend. Not to mention I just kissed you and you didn’t even care.” I threw
my hands up.
“I wanted to fuck you the minute you
walked in that party,” he snapped.
“Then why don’t you,” I bit out,
tossing back my shoulders.
“You think you want me?” he said
tightly. “You can’t handle me, Elizabeth. I can see it in your eyes. You’re
scared of something, maybe not me, but something.”
My eyes went to his black eye.
He let out a harsh laugh. “Ah,
that’s what you’re afraid of. You want the real truth? You told me tonight you
didn’t like violence, but I’m an arsehole who uses his fists. That’s who I am.”
“What do you mean?”
His gaze was intense, dark and low,
his face struggling as he fought to find the right words. “I’m in a fight club
for money. I show up at warehouses and fight other blokes. Sometimes I beat
them so bad they need medical attention. A few times, I’ve been beat to unconsciousness.
I’m everything you need to stay away from.”
I inhaled, anger and lust and
excitement all riding me. Anger that he was pushing me away, lust for the alpha
male in him, and God help me, the fighting thing repelled me and excited me at
the same time. “I don’t want to stay away from you. I want you to fuck me and
stop making excuses for why you can’t.”
My words seemed to snap his taut
restraint.
He pulled me back in his arms, his
lips fusing with mine unerringly. His tongue plundered me in a sensual way my
body had craved for years. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my anger morphing
into all-out desire as he turned us and pressed me against the wall.
Yes, yes, this is what I craved.
A passion to remind me that I was
real, not just some sad excuse of a girl who chose to exist on scraps of love.
Before I knew it, he’d shoved my
robe off, his hands sculpting my shoulders, massaging them as he ravaged my
mouth. I reveled in the warmth of his hand on my neck as his mouth skated down,
kissing the hollows of my throat, sucking on my collarbone.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice
dark and gravelly. “You want me to take you up against this wall?”
“Yes,” I moaned. Gone. Past caring
as long as he kept his hands on me.
Out of control, my brain whispered,
but I beat back the dark warnings as his warm hand found my breast and
squeezed, his fingers rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I gasped in pleasure and arched my
back to get closer to his body, ignoring the fear that pricked at the surface.
The rules girl in my head stamped
her foot and yelled at me. I ignored her.
But even if I wanted to stop right
now, I couldn’t. My tongue tangled wildly with his, my hands pulled at his
hair, spurring him on, his hand palming my breast and then tugging. Sharp sensations
of need went straight to my core.
“Is this what you want? Something
quick where we just take what we want and forget each other the next day?”
No. Not that. Not like the way he
said it, like it was something dirty.
“Yes, like that,” I whispered against
his shoulder, my mouth on his skin, tasting him as my teeth bit down.
~ Author Bio ~
New York Times and USA Today
best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy
alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.
She's addicted to all things
fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other
fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian
Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and
tattoos.
She has a degree in English and a
Master's in Education.
When she's not pecking away on her
computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight
in sushi.
Twitter: @ilsamaddenmills
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