I've loved once. I gave everything that I had to that love. Blindly believing that nothing could ever take that feeling away from me. Away from us. And when my little world of happiness was ripped from my fingers, I felt a loss that still haunts me to this day.
Now I use that lingering grief as a shield to keep my heart from loving again. It's that fear that keeps me from letting anyone, except my daughter, get close enough to make it hurt. To make my heart bleed when I inevitably lose again.
Until the day I met Liam Beckett and everything I thought I had protected myself from was shoved back in my face.
He's on a mission to prove to me that a love worth having is a love worth fighting for.
His mouth leaves mine and with his hand still on my leg, he demands, “Dig your heels in deep, baby.”
I give him what he wants, but not because he told me to. I give him what he wants because when his hand leaves my leg and pushes into the mattress, bringing his body up he goes even deeper into my body and those heels push hard.
Just as he demanded earlier, my hands go to his shoulders on my own accord and as he takes my body hard, my nails dig in with my heels still pushing hard against the small of his back. Our eyes never leave each other’s probing gaze. Never once do I take my eyes away from his, so full of lust that I know there isn’t an ounce of control left in his body.
He drops his head and I lift up to meet him in a kiss so sweet it doesn’t match the powerful way that he’s taking my body. A kiss that gives me more than words ever could at this moment. His hips slow and as his tongue rolls against mine, his hips start to take me in slow, deep rolls. He doesn’t pull back, just rocks his hips against mine.
I push up and cry out when he slips even deeper.
His lips come from mine and his hooded eyes open a sliver. “Feels like heaven,” he says softly. “Everything, darlin’. Feels like everything.”
It seems to me that every
book Harper Sloan writes follows the same formula: alpha male wants woman,
woman plays (or is) hard to get, man wins her over after some catastrophic event
takes place. There’s usually a kidnapping
or attempted killing, but not in this book. Nope, Harper has finally broken the
mold. And while it’s refreshing, I wanted more.
Megan is a single mother
to a beautiful, sweet, loving little girl named Molly. You may remember her
from the first book in the Hope Town series, Unexpected Fate. If you haven’t read that one, have no fear. It’s
not mandatory. Megan was married to Jack. Jack served in the Marines with Cohen.
Cohen is the son of Greg and Melissa Cage. Did you even read the Corps Security
series? Again, not mandatory, but probably a good idea. Right, so Megan. She
lost her husband, the man who loved her enough to give her a good life, to give
her Molly. They’d only been married two years and now he’s gone.
When Liam Beckett laid eyes
on Megan he knew she was it for him.
She was the one. But Megan isn’t
ready. She’s not prepared to open her heart to another man. She’s not ready to
live again. After one seriously sexy night together, Megan does her best to ignore
Liam. But that ends now. With his best friend Dani’s help, Liam formulates a
list to help Megan start living again. If he can get her to see how beautiful
life is, maybe she’ll open her heart to him. And he can finally get his girls.
I wanted what my parents had and now there isn’t a damn thing that will stop me from getting that.
I feel very meh about
this book. If Harper had held onto her cards a little longer, had drawn out the
sexual tension between Liam and Megan a little more, and added some additional
angst towards the end, this would have been a much more entertaining read. Was
it bad? No, of course not. The sex is hot as hell, and the love they share is
extremely sweet. I just expected some twists and turns, a few bumps in the road.
I will say that Liam is probably one of my favorite Harper Sloan men. He’s inherently
good, and I love that about him.
Um, maybe it’s me, but
did everyone seem a little more southern in this book? Darlin’, muddin’, even
Dee had less bite than she used to. Of course she’s old now, so… This is
probably the first time I could really picture them in the Atlanta area.
If you like Harper Sloan’s
writing you’ll probably love Bleeding
Love. The sex scenes are enough of a reason to pick this one up. Just
keepin’ it real…
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
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