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I've been liking this series so far and I love that each installment starts right were the last one left off.
This time around we get to be in Wes' head! I liked it. We got to see how he really feels about Val from the moment they met until now. He was really sweet and I could definitely tell that his feelings for Val were genuine. I also liked that we got to learn a little more about Wes' past and what/how he ended up in Vegas. From the moment I read the first installment, I've been going back and forth on whether I like Wes or not. Well...I'm still not sure how I feel about him.
Then there's Max. He's definitely the opposite of Wes and a complete douche. He rubs me the wrong way. I bet we'll see more of him in the next installment. But I did like that because of him there was a little twist that I was not expecting.
This series has been sweet, sexy and funny so far. And I love the soap-y feeling it has. So will the divorce papers get signed? If so, will they start dating or will they go their separate ways? Ahhh! I can't wait to see what happens next!
"She laughed but didn't put up much of a fight. It was as if she was just waiting for me to catch her. Like she knew that's where she belonged."
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Oh boy oh boy, I go back and forth with this man we know as Wild Wes. I softened towards him in the last book and was giving him the benefit of the doubt but then he says a bonehead comment and now I'm back to swinging on the fence.
The Wild One is the first part of the series that is from Wes' point of view. I did like this as we needed to get inside his head to learn where he stood on the whole drunken marriage saga. And yes, while it seems Wes is genuinely falling for our dear Val, I was disappointed when he admitted he seen her as a bit of a meal ticket at first. That's just not cool. Anyhoo, what he lacked in tact he made up for in sweetness and we got to know Wes better with a little bit of his background coming into play. He did seem a little bit on the soft side during his point of view, sensitive perhaps where I expected more of an edge but he was sweet all the same. I also liked that he wanted to date Valerie properly and I thought their first date was cute.
Valerie's ex Max, throws his hat into the ring all of a sudden, because that's what guys do when they see a threat. I would like to see Val's confidence rise and for her to believe in herself that she is more than worthy of two men fighting over her. I liked the twist at the end, I thought that was the route Wes would take and it teases you for the next installment. It can go any which way!
This is a fun series, the writing is light and easy to read with humour and sweet times thrown in. You should definitely check it out.
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HAPPY RELEASE DAY TO A.L JACKSON AND HER NEW BOOK COME TO ME QUIETLY!Lost to You and When We Collide comes a new adult novel of one woman’s obsession: a man who’s as passionate as he is elusive—and as tempting as he is trouble.… Aleena Moore is haunted by Jared Holt. It’s been six years since she’s seen her brother’s best friend, the self-destructive bad boy she secretly loved in high school. As the years pass, she knows it’s time to move on. Time to decide between a practical nursing degree and her true dream as an artist. Time to get over Jared and give another guy a chance… Just when she opens her heart to her friend Gabe, Aly returns home to find Jared sleeping on her couch. The teenage boy she loved has grown into a man she can’t resist. Covered in tattoos and lost in rage, he’s begging to be saved from his demons—the memories of the day he destroyed his family. As the two reconnect, their passion is hot enough to torch Aly’s judgment. But can she risk her future for a man who lives on the edge of destruction?
She first found a love for writing during her days as a young mother and college student. She filled the journals she carried with short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and joys she found in day-to-day life.
Years later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and, with their encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L. now spends her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives with her husband and three children. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.
She reaches for my fries with an undecided look on her face. “So I have a question.”
I slowly chew my food. “I’m not really sure I want to hear your question now.”
She picks a pickle off of her burger, pulling a repulsed face. “Well, I’m still going to ask it.”
I grab a handful of fries from the tray that’s on the table between us. “Go ahead and ask but it doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”
She props her elbows onto the table with her burger in her hand. “Why haven’t you ever talked to me before? I mean, we’ve walked past each other probably a hundred times, but never so much as acknowledged each other and then suddenly you’re stalking me.”
I pick up my soda and sip from the straw. “First off, I’m not stalking you. I just can’t seem to get rid of you.”
“You didn’t have to stop to pick me up.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Why? You don’t know me—you’re in no way obligated to help me.”
“I know, but I wanted to.”
I shrug, setting my drink down. “Why not?”
She gives me a funny look, like I’m the most confusing person in the world, when really she should be looking at herself like that. “I don’t get it. Why would someone like you help someone like me?”
I open up the bun of my chicken sandwich to pick the tomato off. “What do you mean someone like me and someone like you?”
She points at me. “You as in a football player who has friends.” Then she points at herself. “And me as in the loner girl who could probably kick your ass.”
I choke on a laugh and my mouth full of food almost shoots out of my nose. “You could not kick my ass,” I cough, and then take a swallow of my drink.
She scans me over while scooping up some fries. “I beg to differ. I think you’re not as tough as you try to look.”
“Do you really?” If only she knew what really lay inside me. “Because most people think I am and for a good reason.”
“I think it’s all for show,” she replies nonchalantly and I can’t tell if she’s being serious or not. “I think that deep down you’re just a softy.”
“Are you trying to pick a fight with me right now?” I set my sandwich down on the tray and crack my knuckles. “Because I’m not going to fight a girl.”
“That’s such a typical guy answer.” She hurries and takes a drink, but I detect a hint of a smile before her lips wrap around the straw.
“You know what I think?” I cross my arms on the table and lean in, cocking my head to the side as I observe her closely. “I think you like arguing with me and that’s why you’re bringing this up.”
Her shoulders lift and descend as she takes a bite of her hamburger. “Maybe, but maybe I’m being serious.”
“You know that as a football player I have to tackle guys, right? It takes strength to do that.”
“Maybe you just run, though,” she counters. “Maybe you’re just good at running.”
The way she says it reminds me so much of my past and it’s like a kick to the stomach. “Maybe I’m not, though. Maybe I suck at running.” I sound choked and I decide it’s time to cut this conversation short, my brain seeking that potent taste of Jack and Tequila mixed with nicotine. I glance at my watch, pretending to check the time. “I just remembered that I have to meet Kayden somewhere in like a half an hour, so I’m going to have to take you back.”
She balls up the wrapper for her hamburger, acting nonchalant, but her shoulders are stiff. “Sounds good to me. I was done anyway.” She seems irritated and I have no idea why, other than she seems to be able to read through my bullshit and test me, which most people can’t and won’t even try. I’m supposed to be a closed book. A mystery. That way no one can see who I really am. It’s the way I’ve been living for years and it’s comfortable. Not ideal, but nothing is ideal.
We don’t talk as I collect our garbage and then walk next to her as she limps out to my truck. I try to offer her my arm and open the door for her, but she denies my offer, moving to the opposite door and pushing it open.
During the car ride, she barely says two words to me. I should be happy about it. That way there’s no room for sudden questions and statements that will set me off, however I find myself missing the bantering thing we had going and the way she pushed my buttons. By the time I drop her off, all I want to do is ask her to stay, talk some more, let me get to know her. But I don’t understand why. I’ve never wanted to get to know anyone before. I’ve never even been out on a date. Each woman I’ve been with, I’ve only been with once. Just sex. That’s all it’s ever about. And I’ve never wanted anything more.
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Wes put his chin on my shoulder. “What the hell is that?”
I put my phone down and turned to face him. “Nothing that concerns you.”
“Are you seriously sexting another guy while I’m in your bed?”
“What?” I raised an eyebrow. “No. Who the hell even says that word? That’s reserved for political scandals.”
“I’m saying it because you were dirty texting another guy while you had me in bed with you? Are you also sending pics of your boobs too?”
My mouth gaped open. “What the hell? Do you just think I’m some kind of slut?”
He groaned, propping up on his elbow. “No. I just know how guys think. If some dude is texting you at 1 AM it’s not because he wants to go out for tea and cookies. He wants sex.”
“And I’m sure you haven’t done that millions of times.”
“I’m not an animal, Val. I have a little bit more respect for women than that.”
“Says the guy who married a girl he just met in Vegas.”
He grunted, grabbing my phone and putting it on the table beside us. “I could have done a lot worse.” He placed a quick kiss on my cheek but let his lips hover just above it. “And I don’t regret it one bit.”
“I’m sure that’s not true,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out. Truth was, I was starting not to regret it either.
He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear before his lips trailed back to my cheek and then down my neck, his stubble tickling my sensitive skin. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now than here with you in this bed. I could lay here forever underneath these fake stars.”
I sucked in a breath, unsure of what to say next. But the moment didn’t really need words either. He breathed into my neck as if he was inhaling all of me. Trying to make a memory of my scent.