Review: The Bourbon Kings by J.R. Ward

Title: The Bourbon Kings

Author: J.R. Ward

Release Date: July  28, 2015

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The #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Black Dagger Brotherhood delivers the first novel in an enthralling new series set amid the shifting dynamics of a Southern family defined by wealth and privilege—and compromised by secrets, deceit, and scandal....

For generations, the Bradford family has worn the mantle of kings of the bourbon capital of the world. Their sustained wealth has afforded them prestige and privilege—as well as a hard-won division of class on their sprawling estate, Easterly. Upstairs, a dynasty that by all appearances plays by the rules of good fortune and good taste. Downstairs, the staff who work tirelessly to maintain the impeccable Bradford facade. And never the twain shall meet.

For Lizzie King, Easterly’s head gardener, crossing that divide nearly ruined her life. Falling in love with Tulane, the prodigal son of the bourbon dynasty, was nothing that she intended or wanted—and their bitter breakup only served to prove her instincts were right. Now, after two years of staying away, Tulane is finally coming home again, and he is bringing the past with him. No one will be left unmarked: not Tulane’s beautiful and ruthless wife; not his older brother, whose bitterness and bad blood know no bounds; and especially not the ironfisted Bradford patriarch, a man with few morals, fewer scruples, and many, many terrible secrets.

As family tensions—professional and intimately private—ignite, Easterly and all its inhabitants are thrown into the grips of an irrevocable transformation, and only the cunning will survive.

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This book consumed me from the very first page. 

It was suspenseful and riveting. You didn't know what was going to happen next so you couldn't sit it down. I couldn't wait to see what was about to unravel! Once it did start to unravel it didn't stop. It was one skeleton after the other being unveiled. 

This books has it all! Family, Money, Love, Lust, Lies and most of Betrayal. 

The book follows The Bradford family they are The Bourbon Kings of Kentucky. To say the least they are a very Wealthy, Southern family. 

Four kids, Edward being the eldest, then Lane, Maxwell and then Gin.

Edward story was absolutely heartbreaking especially when we find out what he really went though and I am sure that we didn't even get the half of it in this book. Hopefully more of his past to come.  

Lane was the main character in this book. His and Lizzie's (Who's also the grounds head gardener.) whirlwind romance and along with all the drama of past mistakes and the familys lives and business. 

“You’re the love of my life, whether you’re with me or not.”

Maxwell we didn't see him at all in this book. I can't wait to finally be introduced to him. 

Gin, the only sister sibling and I guess you could even call her the "blacksheep". Her story was intriguing. Her relationship with Samuel T is.... WILD. They have always loved one another yet never actually been together for stupid reasons.

This book is something like a soap operas with all the drama that makes one and it's told in each characters point of view so it's all the more intriguing I say.

If you want a story packed with Drama, mystery and suspense, then you found it with this book. J.R. Ward blew me away with the story. 

I LOVED it and never wanted it to end. Sadly it did and too soon. I can't wait for the next installment in this series! 

Oooh!! New series from JR Ward that has already been optioned for TV/film as well!

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“There is no fight – I’m yours. If you want, here and now. Or later. A week, a month, years from now.” 

“I’ve never stopped wanting you, Lizzie. Thinking about you. Wishing you were with me. Hell, I feel like I’ve been in a relationship with a ghost … I see you in my dreams every night – you’re so real that I can touch you, feel you, be with you.”

“You’ve got to stop.”

“I can’t. Lizzie…I can’t.” 

“I can’t change what happened and I know there’s no going back…all I ask is that you don’t fall for appearances, okay? You’ve had ten years around this family, but I’ve been with them and the people who surround them all my life. That’s why you’re the one I want. You’re real. You’re not capable of being what they are and that’s a very, very good thing.”

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J.R. Ward is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of numerous novels, including the Black Dagger Brotherhood series. She lives in the South her family.

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Elude by Rachel Van Dyken

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Book .5 – Enchant

Book 1 – Elite

Book 1.5 – Enforce

Book 2 – Elect

Book 3 – Entice

Book 4 – Elicit

Book 5 – Ember

Book 6 – Elude

The sixth book in the internationally bestselling Eagle Elite Series.

*Interconnected Stand Alone*

Twenty-Four hours before we were to be married--I offered to shoot her.

Ten hours before our wedding--I made a mockery of her dying wish.

Five hours before we were going to say our vows--I promised I'd never love her.

One hour before I said I do--I vowed I'd never shed a tear over her death.

But the minute we were pronounced man and wife--I knew.

I'd only use my gun to protect her.

I'd give my life for hers.

I'd cry.

And I would, most definitely, lose my heart, to a dying girl---a girl who by all accounts should have never been mine in the first place.

I always believed the mafia would be my end game--where I'd lose my heart, while it claimed my soul. I could have never imagined. It would be my redemption.

Or the beginning of something beautiful.

The beginning of her.

The end of us.

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She tried to kick me. I pulled her leg tighter. “Hey now, let me do my job.” 

“But it tickles.”

“Good.” I kissed the inside of her ankle. “Shh… you’re going to wake up the animals.”

“What?” Andi squealed. “They’re stuffed! 

“Shh, they’ll hear you!” My lips met the inside of her knee.

The covers bunched up in her hands as her head thrust back. “You’re the devil. That really, really tickles.”

“Andi, Andi, Andi…” I licked the inside of her thigh. “…you taste so soft.”

“Mmm…” Her body arched.

My mouth inched higher.

Every muscle tensed.

“Shh…” I blew across her skin. “Enjoy this. I know I am.”

“Sergio,” she panted, “hurry up before I kill you.”

“Please, I hid all the knives.” My mouth licked at her core.

A yelp and then, “You’re evil.”

“I’m your husband.” I sucked until she squirmed. “Your fault.”

No more words, just panting and cursing.

Andi fisted my hair into her hands and tugged my head up then slammed her mouth against mine.

I rolled onto my back as she straddled me. “You were going too slow.”

“Oh?” I choked out a laugh then stopped when she slowly lowered herself onto my body, inch by aggravating inch. 

“Who’s laughing now?”

I lifted her up, then slowly down. “Not me.”

She gasped. “Me either.” 

“Faster.” 

I tsked. “Slower.”

“Damn you, Sergio!” 

“Let me enjoy this.” I rolled my hips. 

She cursed again, her nails making permanent marks on my chest as she pushed against me, her way of trying to go faster.

“You feel amazing.” Her eyes closed.

I moved faster. She kept my same tempo and then threw her head back, her hair flying across her shoulders, whipping my hands where they were placed against her skin, causing such an erotic sensation and vision I had to grit my teeth to keep from finishing.

“Let go,” I said through clenched teeth. 

“If I let go…” She blinked open her eyes.

And I knew the truth; it was just another moment passed, another second closer to the end, which is why she wanted fast. Because she wouldn’t have to think. With a growl, I pulled out and tossed her onto her stomach and covered her with my body, with my warmth, my strength. I gripped her hands and slowly inched into her then moved.

Seconds went by.

 Minutes.

Hours?

Who knew? 

It was a moment that didn’t need definition, that just was — perfection as I felt her body tense then ease under mine, as I followed and experienced such completion at our joining that I knew I could follow her into heaven and know—

—I’d done good.

I’d done good by her.

By me.

And I’d accomplished what I’d been set on Earth to do. 

Love Andi.

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She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com

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Gold (All that Glitters #2) by K.A. Line

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The prey becomes the predator.

Love. That cursed four-letter word no longer belongs in Bryna’s vocabulary. The only four-letter word she knows now is gold.

…and fuck.

She’s well acquainted with that one. And that’s exactly what she plans to do. She’s no longer the golden girl, and when she meets a businessman who promises everything she could ever want from the arrangement, she intends to get her money’s worth.

Follow the conclusion to Bryna’s gold digging story in this scandalizing, duplicitous second book to the USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde’s All That Glitters series.

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As she worked on the dessert, they talked about football and their undefeated season.

“I wished I were playing,” he admitted. “I’m still on the team, but it’s different, being on the sidelines.”

“But you said you could play.”

“I could,” he agreed. “But I wouldn’t do that to my parents. They were freaked out when I hurt my knee. At first, the doctors didn’t know if I would walk. It was not a good time in my life. I recovered remarkably well, but I don’t want to go back into something I’m good at if it could kill me. I’m still young and smart. I can do something else.”

“Coach? Is that the dream job?”

“Of course. That’s the goal even though so few people make it to the top. Coach thinks I have the right eye for it. That’s why he agreed to train me after I busted my knee,” he told her. “What about you? What’s the dream job?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I always assumed I’d marry into money.”

“You’re not serious,” he said in disbelief. “You’re smart and in college. You have to have some dreams, right?”

She stuffed another bite of the banana split into her mouth to keep from answering right away. Her dreams had always been so muddled by everyone else’s expectations of her. She didn’t know how much of what she wanted was from herself or her parents.

“Sometimes, I think film,” she said. She had never said that out loud. “When I was younger, I used to watch clips and piece them together for my dad…when he was around.”

“Cool. So, are you a film major?”

“Um…no. I’m undecided. I don’t think my father would take me seriously if I told him I was in film even though he was in film here.”

“Why not?” Eric asked.

“I’ve never really shown interest in it. Plus, I don’t want to seem like I’m riding his coattails.”

“If you like it, you like it. You have to decide to do it and not give a fuck about what anyone else thinks. I thought you were already pretty good at that.”

Bryna crinkled her nose and shoved another bite of the banana split into her mouth. She was almost finished, but the more she sat around and talked with Eric, the more she thought it might be nice to hang out with him over break. She hadn’t envisioned this being a bet that she would want to lose, but if she didn’t finish the banana split he won…which meant she could hang out with him again. She had been bored out of her mind, and he was actually pretty good company—when he wasn’t acting like a douchey hostile football player.

She got down to her last bite and just stared at it. “Maybe I will change my major then and see how film suits me.”

“Killer. That sounds like a great idea. At least, once you’ve tried it, you’ll know if it’s for you.” Eric then looked at her bowl. “I can’t believe you only have one bite left. I never would have guessed you could finish that whole thing.”

She smiled and then pushed the bowl over to him with the one remaining bite in it. “I didn’t finish.”

“It’s only one bite.”

“I lost. This was fun. Let’s hang out again.”

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USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde has written the Avoiding series and the Record series as well as the new adult novels Following Me and Take Me for Granted. She grew up as a military brat traveling the United States and Australia. While studying political science and philosophy at the University of Georgia, she founded the Georgia Dance Team, which she still coaches. Post-graduation, she served as the campus campaign director for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. An avid traveler, reader, and bargain hunter, K.A. lives in Athens, Georgia, with her fiancé and two puppies, Riker and Lucy.

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Cover Reveal: The Paper Swan by Leylah Attar

Expected publication: August 4th, 2015

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They say it takes 21 days to form a habit.

They lie.

For 21 days she held on.

But on Day 22, she would have given anything for the sweet slumber of death.

Because on Day 22, she realizes that her only way out means certain death for one of the two men she loves.

A haunting tale of passion, loss, and redemption, The Paper Swan is a darkly intense yet heartwarming love story, textured with grit, intrigue, and suspense. Please note: This is NOT a love triangle.

A full-length, standalone novel, intended for mature audiences due to violence, sex and language. Subject matter may be disturbing for some readers.

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Leylah Attar writes stories about love - shaken, stirred and served with a twist. When she's not writing, she can be found pursuing her other passions: photography, food, family and travel. Sometimes she disappears into the black hole of the internet, but can usually be enticed out with chocolate.

“Sometimes my stories have happy endings and sometimes there just  isn’t enough chocolate in the world.”

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Manwhore +1 by Katy Evans

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Out of Mind by Trove Lo

Thousand Miles by Tove Lo

Surrender by Cash Cash

Do I want to know by Arctic Monkeys

Being Again by Purity Ring

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PREFECTION!

If you didn't think you could fall more in love with Malcolm Saint after the first book, you are dead wrong. Prepared to be ROCKED! Katy Evans made this story so completely captivating. 

I DEVOURED this book in 2 hours. I couldn't have sat it down even if I wanted to. I was in complete and utter bliss. 
I finished the book and just held it to my chest. Hugging it. Holding on to it for dear life because I didn't want it to end.
In this book we get to see the REAL Malcolm Saint, the one he tries to keep hidden and hot damn. He is even HOTTER!! SWOON!! 
It was everything I had hoped for and more. Real, raw, and intense full of emotions that will have you sweating bullets one minute and the sighing happily the next.  
The feels this book gives me are indescribable. Complete freaking mess of all over the place emotions. 
The story wraps you up with all the romance. lust and sex so you never want to leave. 
I will never get enough of Malcolm Saint. I NEED him for myself!



Quotes
“And I realize that love is as ever-changing as a sky or as an ocean: always there, but not always sunny or clear or calm.”

“He’s a cyclone and I walked straight into the eye of it when I agreed to write that expose.”

Falling hadn’t been in the plans. Falling for a guy had never ever been in my life plane. 

I have a hole in me, So huge and empty, every pleasure in my life feels like nothing without him.

“But you didn’t teach me how to survive the storm that is you.”

“He’s standing there, beautiful beyond the imagination. He oozes power and class, sophistication. He oozes testosterone and every woman inside has noticed him-even the ones here with other men,” 

“A love inside me, so very trapped there he might never get to know how much, how very much I’ve come to love him.” 

“So determined, are you, to get me under your command?” I tease. He looks at me. He looks at me so deeply, I haven’t felt this seen in a while. “You have no idea.” 

“Well….I lose” I whisper “What do you lose?” I lost my mind and my heart, my muse, and, I think, my soul to you.” 

“Saint says nothing for a long time. Then: “Do you miss me?” He rolls to his side and the fabric of his shirt is about to tear open under the flex of his muscles as he searches my face. He leans close to my ear and says, “Do you think of me sometimes when you don’t want to….do you need me….do you still feel me?” “I feel you everywhere.” He curls his hand around my throat, leaves it there, hot and enormous, pinning me down on the bed with gentle firmness. For minutes and minutes he starts there, with his forehead on my temple, his lips on my ear and his hand on my throat ow”ning me. “I can’t breathe when you’re near, but i can’t live without you.” I pant, quietly, and he squeezes his eyes shut, drops his head on mine, and we say nothing else. We lie here with his body leaning over mine, strong and hard, and me , panting in bed, weak and warm. We lie here as if we broke and there’s no more glue to put us together no matter how much I wish for it to…. but we also can’t pull apart, as if something else entirely different from glue keeps us together.

“I want to forget you, Rachel, but I know you’re right, you weren’t lying. At least not to me. You were lying to yourself. You told yourself you’d get tot he truth of me and all that time, you wouldn’t admit that you were falling in love with me.” 

“DIBS”

I used to thinks she’d need a man so compelling, her stories couldn’t live up to him; he’d make her reality so much more compelling than anything else.

“Say it,” he demands. “Does a piece of your soul belong to me?” 
“Yes,” I say. And somehow, that’s enough. Just one word.
He ducks his head too, in each of my lips, and now he’s the their, stealing a kiss from me.
“Dibs,” he whispers.

“M4 is you, Saint. You’re bidding on Edge? Why?”
“I’m not bidding on Edge. I’m bidding on you.” 

“Do you know what I’d do for you?” A huskiness enters his voice as he circles my chin with his thumb. “You’re the only heaven I will ever know, Rachel” he looks into my eyes “and if you were a hell. I’d sin my whole life just to stay with you.” 

“”I love you, Malcolm.” 
“Do yo really?”
“Yes, really.” 
“The first time I heard it, I couldn’t think of anything else. Even when all the shit came down, I’d think of anything else. Even when all the shit came down, I’d think of those three words. I’ve loved you for a while, Rachel. All the fortune I’ve amassed and I’d never wanted to lay it out there for someone the way I want to lay it out there for you.” 
“You wanted your world to go still, stand still with me. I may be thirsty, ambitious; Ill charge out there, but this… what we have. Let’s stand still here, you and me.” 

I never imaged that I could stand in the middle of the storm that is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint, and truly fell like my world is finally becoming still. 

“I’d do anything for you. Fuck over anyone to protect you. Do anything to keep you. Crush the world for you.”

“I love you, Rachel.” “I love you like nothing else in my life.”

“I am obsessed with you.” 
“I adore you,” 
“I am crazy about you.” 
“Let me own you, Rachel, and I’ll let you own me right back. You’re my lady now.”

“Tie the knot with me. Be safe with me. Reckless with me. Be who you are with me. Be my wife, Rachel-marry me.” “You once told me you wanted the world to stand still, you wanted a safe spot to stand still. I want to be that place for you.” His hands are almost swallowing my face, but it’s his star that swallows me whole. “Even if I’m spinning through life, the spot beside me will be the eye of the hurricane, and nothing there can be touched or harmed. I want you here with me, beside me.” 
“Have you wondered what a man in love looks like? As confident as ever, he kneels, ducks his head and kisses my naked hand. “This is what he looks like.”

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Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning.

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They were a storm I never saw coming, an unforeseen heartbreak on the edge of a
dangerous cliff.

Amber Moretti’s life changes in the span of minutes. An orphaned outsider, she is desperate to start fresh the moment she walks onto campus. In the time it takes to cross the university’s dining hall, she meets two men who bring color, air, and light to her darkened world.They became my addiction, each a needle to my next hit, my high. Brock Cunningham’s appeal is dizzying, a potent force Amber can’t deny. A green-eyed smooth talker, he instantly attracts Amber. It doesn’t take long for him to consume her every thought, her every breath. Ryder Ashcroft, a blue-eyed, tattooed, and pierced bad boy, turns Amber off immediately—that is, until he kisses her, stealing a piece of her heart, her soul. They were as opposite as fire and ice, yet I ached for them equally. Never knowing she could be broken down in so many unexpectedly beautiful yet petrifying ways, Amber finds herself falling for both men.

Immoral? Maybe. I say undeniable. Uncontained.

But one devastating event changes everything, shattering each of their lives...and Amber isn’t sure she can recover from it.

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WHOA!! 

I have met my newest book boyfriend! RYDER ASHCROFT!! Holy mother of HOTNESS! He is MINE!!!

Every once in awhile you will open a book, start reading the first page and you'll realize this book is about to do something to you...

This book ROCKED my world!! 

Gail McHugh is a freaking literary genius. 

I read her other books Collide and Pulse but I just wasn't a fan but damn! This book...

This book was fantastic.. Jaw dropping... Earth Shattering. It was freaking amazing. 

I couldn't put this book down. Once you start reading you are sucked into the story and you don't want to leave. EVER! 

This book is a love triangle at its finest with a story of raw, gritty emotions, with thrilling mystery and suspense and some HAWT sex scenes. 

A story where a broken yet beautiful girl falls in love with two hot guys, who just happened to love her for all her broken beauty. 

There is nothing that I can say that will do this story justice, so do yourself a favor and go get this book for yourself because its a beautiful, mind blowing, full of angst story of heart ache. You will not be let down.

Okay, I lied about not being let down... You will be, only because of the Mother of all Cliffhangers!!!! 

I sat there just looking at the last page for about 10 minutes until I could gather my thoughts... Not very nice thoughts but thoughts all the same. 

I cannot wait for the next book to be released!! 

  

Quotes: 

"But here I am, my heart bleeding out for two different men, the organ split down the middle between who it truly belongs to and who it truly loves and needs in order to produce another beat."

”I won’t take no for an answer, and whether or not you want me to, I’m gonna find your pieces so I can put you back together.” 

”Fuck. It should’ve been me. Not him. Me.” 

”My feelings for Amber, her feelings for me, Brook wanting to share her: it’s all a dangerous shit storm of emotions brewing, waiting to demolish us all.” 

”I’d rather die than fuck up this girl, this unique gem.” 

”Still, as she kisses me, her feverish little tugs on my hair, urgent strokes, and hips bucking against mine like crazed nympho says all this cat needs to know.” 

”I…Brock…God, Brock, I…love Ryder just as much as he does me, if not…more. But I don’t love him any more or less than I do you. I don’t ….think, at least.” 

”I can live without the sun, but I can’t exist without you.” 

"I think you're gonna be the ride of my life."

"I'm gonna kiss you, Ber." His words come out as a husky whisper as he lifts his head, pulling my face a breathe a away from his. "And it's gonna be a kiss you won't soon forget. It's gonna be a kiss I want burned into your fucking memory whether or not we get together. One that'll make you hate every other kiss from anyone else after me. You'll have no other choice but to think of this kiss when another dude gets his lucky chance." 

"Holy shit of all fucking shits. I'm making you mine. You know this, right?"

"You're gonna be mine, do yo hear me? No matter what I have to do, I want you to be my girl."

"I hope that you'll become my first for a lot of things."

"I hope that I become everything you need in your life." 

"I hope there never come a times when you think I'm an asshole. I hope that at least once a day, even if only for a second, I can make you smile." 

"I hope that nothing I ever do makes you cry, and most of all, I hope that some part of you eventually trusts me enough to let me into your heart. Really let me into it." 

"It's her eyes-not her face, ass, or tits-that nearly mutilated my heart the first time she looked at me." 

"Through she's completely oblivious to it, and a little of her rocker, theres nothing about her that is truly phenomenal. She's a spitfire. My match in every way possible." 

"There's not a second that goes by that I'm not thinking about you." 

"I knew she was cut from a different cloth from all the rest. I felt it in my bones, in the hollow of my chest. Completely rocked, I felt it in the way my lungs burned, making it hairdos fuck to breathe. I don't believe in premonitions and stupid shit like that, but I saw it all the day she fell in my lap. I saw her not only in my bed but as a permanent fixture in my life. I saw her wrapped in my arms after a long day, felt her lips on mine before I kissed her. It was as if I knew she was suppose to be mine. But I fucked it up, and the only place she wound up, other that hanging out with Brock, was in every waking thought I've had since."

"Sweet Christ, her smile is the most goddamned beautiful thing I've ever seen. Pure fucking candy to each and every single one of my senses." 

"I may not be in her every waking thought the way she is mine, but right now, Amber's giving me something greater than that.... She's allowing me to enter her empty heart, guiding me through her bent past."

"What I don't like is the control she has over me. The unrelenting steel hand she has wrapped around both my dick and heart. She doesn't know it, but she owns me, and I don't even exist in her world. Christ. In less that thirty minutes, she's disarmed me, fucking breaking down every molecule of who I've been for a while." 

"Death. Though plenty think they are, no one's immune to it. Every breath we take is one step further from our birth.......one step closer to our ultimate dismissal. The Reaper come for each of us, and when he show's up, he lacks prejudice. But fuck if he should be allowed to."

"With a killer personality-one I'm sure she has no idea she possess-and a gorgeous mouth that spits out words like a filthy trucker, Amber was placed on this earth to multiply with me. She's the kind of girl who'll make it impossible to not fall hard and fast for, offering no apologies as she slowly turns yo into the man you never thought you were capable of being. The kind of girl who'll let you see her shadows, but will keep you guessing every time she reveals a new layer of herself, a new path through the maze of her heart. The kind of girl who'll have you begging on your knees, questioning your sanity, faith and reason for continuing to live if you were to ever lose her." 

"When I'm around Amber, every lone I'm not suppose to cross becomes zigzagged, blurring the direction of my moral compass. She blinds me to what I know is wrong, provoking what I'm sure is inevitable. I'm about to commit the sin of all sins: I'm gonna steal Brock's girl right out from beneath him without giving it a second thought."

"Yup. She's my missing half." 

"Ah, I see. Now you have me wondering just how sweet your lies will taste on my tongue." 

"I need all of you." "Every inch. Your heart, soul, your past, present, future. All of it. Say it, Ber, tell me you're mine, baby girl." 

"But even if I've fucked any chance of being with you, I can't say either kiss is something I'll soon forget. I'd kill to experience them over....and over.... and over again." he pulls back slightly, his eye moving across my face. His smile again, and it nearly stops my heart a second time. "Our lips fit perfectly together, and I'm pretty fucking sure you know it. Felt it. Want to feel it again as much as I do. I see it int he way your're looking at me. Those gorgeous eyes hide nothing. Neither does your body. The way your breathing's picking up. The way you're shaking just enough to let me know you want another taste of what I have to...offer." 

"Christ. No doubt I'm in deep, this girl the owner of every filthy, twister beat of my heart."

"Amber Moretti is my blow, my need for her the and worst kind of addiction."

"I'll never be worthy of the girl of flew into my life like an avenging angel, consuming me hard, stealing my heart faster." 

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You kind of..... complete me."

"Christ, I fucking want you so bad." Ryder whispers hoarsely. He drags his lips back to mine, his kiss urgent, greedy. However, he brings it down a notch, his movements revisiting slow, sensual, worshipping this moment for everything it is. Worshipping me for all I am. '"So badly, peach. More than I've ever wanted anything or anymore. You drive me crazy. Your smell, skin eyes." He sucks my between his teeth, a groan punching from his chest as he runs his fingertips along my bare arms. 
"Your little giggles, pouts, personality. Every single fucked-up scar you own in and out. All of it. All of you." He licks into my mouth, his tongue exploring mine with precision as his hands find my nape, their hold possessive. "Fuck. It should've been me. Not him. Me." 

"Because you're playing with someones mental state. Your actions can ruin their life, murdering their trust in anything real. Your indiscretions might as well be a hand wrapped their throats, squeezing their air frothier lungs. You can kill someone's faith in what love is supposed to be. I shrug again, feeling no different from Charles Manson for what I did to Brock "Murder. Just a tamer definition of the word." 

"If falling in love can turn into a bullet in your skull, what's the point of giving your heart away? Yet how do you stop your heart from reacting to what it needs?" You can't.
The Organ has a mind of its own, disregarding what might be unhealthy for you. Once it's been jolted by the spark, awakened by that all-consuming flame, it plays the dirtiest game of all. With each curious beat of wanting to touch, taste, and feel love, the heart routes all logical thoughts from your brain, siphoning them out of that sucker like a thief, spitting them back our onto a highway piled high with nothing but bloody wreckage.
Causing mass destruction to our mental well-being since the beginning of time, our hearts are public enemy numero uno."

"You're surface happy." He glances at me, his voice soft. "Don't think I can't see through you. I love you,and I want every bit of you happy. Not just the outside." 

"I don't know how you  did it, but you did." he says into my ear, his voice soft, sincere. "I know telling you this in the middle of rush hour traffic isn't cool or romantic, but I love you. I love you something fierce, and it scares the fuck out of me, but I couldn't keep it in any longer. I don't except you to say it back, or even feel the same way about me, but I wasn't about to let another day go by without letting you know that I love you, Amber Moretti." -Brock

"I gotta get the girl out of my head, but how the fuck do I let her go of someone who I feel was made for me?" -Ryder

"As lethal as I am to her, Amber's no less poisonous to me. She knots me up, twisting my emotions sideways. She drums up every inch of my head,  testing my sanity and making me question everything I believe. Her soft, curvy frame, cushioned against mine, hijacks each of my senses." -Ryder

"She can throw a man off balance, leaving him with nothing but tiny fragments of what used to be a pretty sane mind." 

"I think she knows what she does to a man." "How she completely takes over every goddamn thought he owns. Whether he's awake or not, she's there in his head, jacking up his universe. But hell if he want her to stop. He's addicted to her eyes, the way her sweet taste lingers on his tongue, and the way she moves when she's near him." He takes a breath, his barbell peeking out as he licks his lips. "So Fucking in tune with her, he hears the silent call from her body when she craves his touch."  -Ryder

"Because I'd die without you. Thats why. She was a mistake, something I can never erase, But you..Christ, Amber, you'd never become a mistake to me. It's impossible.  Ryder was right; you are a gift. One neither of us deserves. But you're one we'd treasure, making sure to take care of  your every mental and physical need." He drags his lips to mine, kissing me soft, deep. "I fucking love you, Ber. You're the purest air that I have around me. I need you to breathe, to wake up. To just....Exist. You're my lifeline. That's why you are and will always be to me. I need you to know that." 

"Through she's Brock's, the girls supposed to be mine. From the second I saw, something in my gut, a premontition of some sort, told me that. Fuck. I don't know what the hell it was--What the hell it is--it happened and it hasn't let up, its claws digging into the hollow of my chest more with each passing day. Yeah. Way past physical." 

"You have no idea what she's like in bed. The filthy things she says. The way she moves. It's like she was a dude in a former life. She kills it, knowing exactly what to do. No joke, my girl was created to fuck a man into oblivion." 

"Amber's got you hooked, and you have yet to fully experience her." 

"I love you," Brock whispers, something parallel to paranoia surfacing across his expression. "You'll never understand how much I cherish you, baby girl. I'd do anything fir you. Anything."

"You're the most goddamn beautiful thing ever created," he croons, his words spoken soft against my cheek. "I might be a little hemmed ip, but that doesn't mean I can't see straight. I'm positive I'll never come across anything as breathtaking as you." -Ryder

"Asking me not to worry about you is like asking me not take my next breath, Amber." -Ryder

"Christ, I never meant to hurt you." he whispers, his voice cracking as he holds me tighter. "I'd die first before ever trying to hurt you, peach. I'm sorry." -Ryder

"I care more for you that I know I should," I whisper, aware I'm crossing a dangerous line as I press up on my tiptoes, laying my mouth over his. I kiss him soft and slow, my need for the truth growing. "I have from the second you stole that first kiss from me. Your smile, your laugh. The way you love and take care of you family. All of it, Ryder. you're a magnet I know will never stop pulling me to you. even when you're not near me, I can feel you. Hear your voice. See your face in my dreams." "The feelings I have for you scare me. You scare me. But even if I wanted to stop them, I couldn't because I down't want to. I'm tired of fighting what feels....right. You feel right to me Ryder, and I need you in my life. Couldn't imagine it without you." 

"I know you're not mine to claim. Hell, you might not ever be. This I know all too well. But the little bits of you I've got-the beautiful, painful, amazing, Swizzler-Loving, crazy pieces of yourself you've shared with me-mean way too much to my goddamn sanity to give you up." -Ryder

"I need you a hundred times more than I need my next breath, a thousand times more than I need my next heartbeat, and a million times more than I need to wake up to the sun hanging in the sky." -Ryder

"Staring into my eyes as though I'm the only thing that natters, the absolute center of his existence, Ryder kisses me, each soft, slow sweep of his tongue opening my heart to him even more." 

"and I don't care what Brock thinks. Your pussy was made doe me. Not him." -Ryder

"Shh. I have you," he whispers, his gaze moving over my face. "I've always had you, Amber. Always."

"You're mine, Amber." he whispers raggedly against the shell of my ear, his hands cradling the back of my head. Opening his baby blues, he gives me a slow, passionate kiss. "You've always been mine, peach. I think you know it too." My hearts swells with equal parts of confusion, emotion, and my own temporary insanity, my insides lighting up like lighting as my conscience screams that he's right. Though i"ve tried to fight it, Lord know I have, it was a battle fought in vain from the second our worlds collided, our pull to magnetic, strong and powerful to ignore.

"I can't help but fell like we're all standing in the path of a dangerous storm. A storm i'm positive is gonna take one us out-if not all of us-leaving the bloodied remnants of our hearts spread over a field of nothing but pain, hurt, and regret."

"Love changed us-changes the dynamics of everything we ever believed in. Love's pure and selfish. It can make us want things we shouldn't and  hate what it's turned us into. It's giving, greedy, indecisive, vindictive, and magical all at once. It makes us jump from one delusional emotion to the next, all the while patiently keeping us dangling in its malicious yet euphoric web. A web that's laced with beautiful lies and horrible truths. But one thing love remains constant at- the most important feeling it controls in us-is jealousy. When we live someone wholeheartedly, truly can't imagine getting through single day with them, that's when love can show her rage. Once released, love's jealousy can never be taken back, her desire to forget her pain breaking all the rules, uncaring of every obstacle she destroys in her path. It's unlike any God-given emotion we're born with." 

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Gail McHugh is the author of the New York Times 

bestsellers Collide and Pulse. She is the 

mother of three beautiful children and has been 

married to her husband for fifteen years.