I like fighting, and I like fucking. I don’t care much for thinking.
Oh sweet mother of orgasms! I had a very close and passionate relationship with my Kindle while reading this book
The man is lethal to your ovaries. I’m not even slightly exaggerating here. The description of Flynn alone got me all hot and bothered
He looked both lean and heavy, raw and bruised and tattooed and feral. Muscles sicced and jumped in this arms as he stripped cotton bandaging off his wrists and tossed it in the trash basket behind him.
“That’s right. Say my name. Tell me who’s fucking that tight cunt.”
You have a hot, dirty talking, underground fighter that’s into some verra interesting things. You have a great heroine that’s not afraid to go after what she wants. You have mind blowing, incendiary sex scenes that will have you running towards the nearest cold shower. And you have dirty talk to beat all dirty talk. My only complaint? I wish this was a full length novel. I would have loved to get to know Flynn and Laurel better. It’s tough to form a true connection with characters in just 130 pages. I can’t say that I never did, but I was left wanting just a little bit more.
You get your trademark Cara McKenna HFN ending. But truthfully, considering the short span of time that this book takes place in, I couldn’t imagine it ending any other way.