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216 pages, Paperback
First published September 23, 2014
“Not easy, fightin’ your pull. Wantin’ to be right here. Knowin’ I was no good for you. Prayin’ you’d get a man so when I’d come back I’d have a reason to stay away.”
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in my entire fuckin’ life.”
“ I don’t watch the news, Deacon. It’s televised depression.”
“Total boss.”
“A girl has to be when her man’s a bad ass.”
“No boundaries. That’s us, Cassidy. That’s who we are. That’s what we were both searchin’ for.”
"He scared the heck out of me. But this was only part of the reason he scared the heck out of me. The other part, the bigger part, was even feeling all that, I had a nearly-overwhelming urge to go to him and wrap my arms around him. Tight. And maybe never let go. For eternity."
"I'm away, Cassie, do not ever doubt this is precisely where I'd rather be."
"So he was scary. So he was badass. So he was closed off in a way that he'd made clear more than once he was never going to open.
I didn't care.
I had this one shot, the only one I knew I'd ever get, so I was going to take it."
"Not easy, fightin' your pull. Wantin' to be right here. Knowin' I was no good for you. Prayin' you'd get a man so when I'd come back I'd have a reason to stay away."
"Don't be playful when I'm feeling emotional."
"You get I'm a badass."
"Hard to miss, Deacon."
"Then don't tell me when to be playful. Badassess don't like that shit."
He glowered at me.
Then he grinned.
"Total boss."
"A girl has to be when her man's a badass."
"Love is trust, Cassie, you taught me that."
“Anything. You want it, I got it in me to give it to you, you got anything from me.”
"If we have daughters I'm starting How to Deal with Badasses when they're five."
His eyes were lit but his expression was full-on tender when he returned, "We have boys, they get How to Deal with Stubborn Bitches Who Argue About Meaningless Shit starting at three."
"Again, women dislike being called bitches," I shot back.
"That'll be part of my lesson to the boys."
“Heart and soul, gut and balls, I love you. There’s no one I’d rather hold. Not until I’m eighty. Not until the day I die.”
… dead man walking …
“Badasses know what they want, definitely know what they need, and don’t settle for anything less.”
“It was my turn to let my eyes travel over his features. Take in his male beauty. Memorize it. Do it knowing that as crazy as it sounded, I’d never forget him. For reasons I didn’t know and would never have the opportunity to understand, there would always be a part of me that would long for him. There would always be thoughts in the back of my mind plaguing me, haunting me, making me wonder, if he let me in, even just a little, how it could have been. I stopped thinking these thoughts when the pad of his thumb whispered across my lips. That was when the tears pricked my eyes. Because I knew that was when he was going to let me go. For always.”
Strange how life connected like that ...
↠ a love story that’s not insta (like in The Gamble), waayyy more steamy, and spans over seven years of the lead characters meeting, leaving, and skirting around each other’s feelings until they eventually decide to make a go for it.
↠ a grumpy H you’re going to adore if you’re a reader who cares about safety, celibacy, and that kind of thing. He’s also a man of few words who rarely speaks, but when he does, he’s going to blow your mind and (in KA words) give you a belly whoosh.
↠ a secretive H who (on top of being quiet, scary, and intimidating) carries a lot of guilt and doesn’t ever share his past. He doesn’t necessarily hide it, but he also isn’t being open about it. And it becomes a point of conflict in the third act.
↠ an ornery h who’s talkative, argumentative with the H about nothing and everything, independent, can handle her own in any situation, and manages to build a thriving business from the ground up in under a decade.
(1) The ENTIRE book is about the main couple’s romance. While it’s fine and dandy, I wish there’d been more side characters, action subplots, and just the usual Rock Chick-esque shenanigans.
(2) The kink is weird. I thought it was supposed to be intense, gritty, and maybe even forceful when it came to BDSM stuff. However, the characters are doing it rather tenderly, lovingly, and they also communicate a lot. Moreover, . Idk the whole thing is just off.
(3) I think it’s unaccepatble to use the word badass as many times as the book does and associate it with the H when he rarely, if ever, get to show his kickass moves and badassness as a bounty hunter.
“Dream come true, seated deep inside you in this bed.
Six years, laid in this bed, you up at the house, wantin’ this.
Dream come true.”
“Tall. Dark-haired. Rugged-featured. His large frame built tough and solid.
…he was terrifying.
Utterly.
Huge. Dark. His face a cold, emotionlessness mask.
He existed.
He did not live. He did not feel. He did not smile. He did not laugh.”
“The other part, the bigger part, was even feeling all that, I had a near-overwhelming urge to go to him and wrap my arms around him.
Tight.
And maybe never let go.
For eternity.”
“Every time I show, I pray to God there’ll be another truck outside your house, a man in your bed. Every time I show, nothin’. You’re alone. No fuckin’ clue why. You the way you are. Goofy. Sweet. Hard-workin’. Happy to sit outside on a porch and sit quiet, doin’ nothin’ but bein’ and listenin’ to a river rush by. The way you look. No man?
It makes no fuckin’ sense. Then you rent a cabin to me knowin’ you should show me the road and that makes even less sense.”
“Baby, that pussy on my mouth, your ass in my hands, the noises you make fillin’ the room, knowin’ I get to drive deep in your wet, tight cunt while you’re still moanin’ for me. Then after I give it to you, and you give it to me, I get to bed down with you tucked tight. You don’t think that makes me happy, you’re fuckin’ crazy.”
“I didn’t just ride you until your pussy exploded. You did that to my dick. Fuck, watchin’ all that beauty go wild, takin’ my cock, enough to undo a man. Add that cunt so wet and tight…Jesus.”
“Say something,” I begged on a whisper.
He said nothing.
“Say something,” I repeated, my eyes burning now for a different reason, tears fighting to be unleashed.”
“You need to say something, Deacon. You need to give me something, anything.”
He didn’t speak.
“You said you’d give me anything,” I accused.
“Say something,” I snapped. “You have to. You don’t get that, Deacon.” I jabbed a finger to the picture on the floor. “You don’t get that from me. You don’t bring that in my house. To my cabins. To my bed.” I sucked in breath and screeched, “Say something!”
“Want ’em, woman. Two, definitely, maybe three.”
Oh yes.
Gleefully happy.
“Yeah?” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered back.
“I want two, maybe three, too.”
His eyes lit and he pressed closer. “Miracle.”
That confused me.
“Sorry?”
“Somethin’ my Cassie Boss isn’t gonna fight about.”
“Not stupid enough to know I’d win every fight, but you taught me I could take care of a woman again. You taught me I could be trusted with her. You taught me I could make her laugh and smile and you gave me back what it feels like, doin’ that for a woman you love.
…You taught me a lot of things, Cassidy.”
“Those two, three babies?”
My body tensed. “Yeah?”
“This stays good, woman, wanna make ’em with you.”
I closed my eyes tight.
“I know that’s too soon. I also don’t give a fuck,” he continued.
“It is not too soon,” I replied firmly.
“Fuck, my Cassie.”
“That’s me, your Cassie. And you’re my Deacon.”
His hand started sliding up my side as his lips ordered, “Quiet.”
“You should know, I’m claiming you.”
“Woman, quiet,” he growled.
“Too much too soon?” I asked, like it was a dare.
“Fuck no.”
“Okay, then quit your bitching.”
He glowered at me. Then he grinned.
“Total boss.”
“A girl has to be when her man’s a badass.”
“Like you weren’t one before.”
“Whatever.”
“She was one before,” he muttered.“Jesus, you’re so much of a woman, you’re more woman than any woman I’ve met.”
I started getting peeved again.
“You say that like it’s bad,” I replied sharply.
“Hang on, Cassidy, I’m still adjusting to your last mood swing.”
I glared at him and saw the crinkles by his eyes.
He was teasing.
“Don’t be playful when I’m feeling emotional,” I ordered.
To this, he strangely replied, “You get I’m a badass.”
“Hard to miss, Deacon,” I returned.
“Then don’t tell me when to be playful. Badasses don’t like that shit.”
“Woman, if you don’t already know that you’ve been on my mind every day for the last six years, I got no clue how to communicate that to you. Now that I’ve had you, that shit has not changed. It’s just got worse. Now it’s not every day. It’s every hour. I don’t fight it, every minute. Fuck, every second, I don’t keep it in check. Every second, I’m thinkin’ of you, thinkin’ of gettin’ shit done, but only so I can get back to you.”
“Heart and soul, gut and balls, I love you. There’s no one I’d rather hold. Not until I’m eighty. Not until the day I die.”....And, this book is steamy. Seriously KA out did herself. These two were on fire ;)
“Do you love me too, my Cassie?”...
“Heart and soul, belly and womb, I love you too, Deacon.”
“There was nothing there. He was standing. His blood was coursing through his veins. He was breathing. But that was it. He existed. He did not live. He did not feel. He did not smile. He did not laugh.”
“It's a beautiful war, baby." He dipped so close, the tips of our noses brushed but his eyes never left mine. "And I...just… won.”
“Not easy, fightin’ your pull. Wantin’ to be right here. Knowin’ I was no good for you. Prayin’ you’d get a man so when I’d come back I’d have a reason to stay away.”
“In this bed, out of it. Naked or not. No boundaries. All in. Nothin’ held back.” He pressed his hips between my legs and I drew in a sharp breath. “You’re all mine, Cassidy, every fuckin’ inch. And I’m all yours, just the same.”
“I’d been right all those years ago. His eyes had the power to make you feel what he was feeling. Cold to your soul. Or warm in a way you’d never again feel a chill. And that was how I felt right then with Deacon’s eyes smiling into mine. Like I’d never feel cold again.”
“Heart and soul, gut and balls, I love you. There’s no one I’d rather hold. Not until I’m eighty. Not until the day I die.”
He existed. He did not live. He did not feel. He did not smile. He did not laugh.
“Best lay, bar none. Funniest bitch, bar none. Finest woman, bar none. And all of that better every day.”
“Not easy, fightin’ your pull. Wantin’ to be right here. Knowin’ I was no good for you. Prayin’ you’d get a man so when I’d come back I’d have a reason to stay away.”
"Why cabin eleven was home to me for a few days every year, the only home I had, ’cause you were there.”
The one. The world. The man made for me. The man I was going to fall in love with. The only man I’d ever really love. That was why I’d made my choice. That was why I would long for him if he’d decided to leave me.
“Love is trust, Cassie, you taught me that.”
“In this bed, out of it. Naked or not. No boundaries. All in. Nothin’ held back.” He pressed his hips between my legs and I drew in a sharp breath. “You’re all mine, Cassidy, every fuckin’ inch. And I’m all yours, just the same.”
“It's a beautiful war, baby." He dipped so close, the tips of our noses brushed but his eyes never left mine. "And I...just… won.”
“Badasses know what they want, definitely know what they need, and don’t settle for anything less.”
‘The one. The world. The man made for me. The man I was going to fall in love with. The only man I’d ever really love.’
Then he settled us in our customary going to sleep position. I listened to his breath even and I was relaxed, totally. Happy, completely. Fulfilled, undeniably.
But I still could talk.
“I loved that.”
“Got that when you came hard and loud, nearly bowing the headboard.”
I grinned against his chest.’![]()
"It's a beautiful war, baby."
He dipped so close, the tips of our noses
brushed but his eyes never left mine.
"And I...just won."
“He was breathing.
But that was it.
He existed.
He did not live. He did not feel. He did not smile. He did not laugh.”
“Anything. You want it, I got it in me to give it to you, you got anything from me.”
“Baby, that pussy on my mouth, your ass in my hands, the noises you make fillin’ the room, knowin’ I get to drive deep in your wet, tight cunt while you’re still moanin’ for me. Then after I give it to you, and you give it to me, I get to bed down with you tucked tight. You don’t think that makes me happy, you’re fuckin’ crazy.”
“Fuckin’ beautiful, but a pain in my goddamned ass,” he muttered.
“Same here, Supreme Leader of the Badasses.”
“Case in point.”
“You’re messing up my hair.”
“Another case in point.”
“Are you gonna kiss me or just stand there, messing up my hair and annoying me?”
“Love is trust, Cassie, you taught me that.”
On his knees on the floor, his mouth between my legs.
Feeding.
God.
Oh God.
Not feeding.
Feeding.
***
Okay, apparently Milagros hand't read my mood, she'd read my mood.
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Then I heard her say, "You sound good."
I grinned as I successfully settled the casserole dish on the rack in the oven. "I am good."
There was silence for [a] moment before she said "No, Cassie, you sound good."
"Cabin eleven was home to me for a few days every year, the only home I had, cause you were there."
"I was a cold motherfucker, off the grid, no life, no home, no ties, no emotions, everyone knew it. Until I came back to some rundown cabins I'd been to before that were off the beaten path....A place no one could find me. But when I come back, a beautiful woman with attitude, amazing eyes, and lips I wanted wrapped around my dick....lucky me, later, I found she was stubborn, ornery, funny, strong, spoke her mind....and gave it as good as she gets."
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“I’m away, Cassie, do not ever doubt this is precisely where I’d rather be.”
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