This was such a beautiful, and phenomenal story.  I enjoyed many moments smiling, laughing, melting with the heat, but Melissa absolutely broke me emotionally on more than one occasion with this. She took the wind out of my sails with the most emotion I've ever felt whilst reading a book. 

 

Quincy has held a special place in my heart ever since meeting him and Tru in their traumatic story of Tru Blue. I thought I was prepared to relive his heartbreaking past and ready to take on whatever was going to come along but my heart felt like it had actually broke as I read certain scenes. This is now firmly planted forever as my #1 Top Melissa Foster read!  It can definitely be read as a standalone but I feel that there is a special connection to the characters that seeds from Tru Blue that brings even more feelings to this book.

 

I always love my time in the Whiskey world, it's always fun, people genuinely care about each other, no judgements are made and are everyone is so supportive, which is what Quincy, a recovering drug addict, needed more than most. He was in his second drug free year and doing really well, he had turned into such a genuine, caring and thoughtful guy, and he was falling hard for sexy dance teacher Roni, who also had her own traumatic history.  As we follow their story the author brings the beautiful excitement of fresh love to the pages, the giddiness, stolen glances, the innocence of kissing, drifting you back in time and bringing a smile to your face.

 

They have the ultimate connection and chemistry, but as things start to progress Quincy finds that he can not allow the relationship to strengthen until he has been totally honest with Roni about his past, even if it means delving into his mistakes he regrets on a daily basis and the possibility of losing Roni completely by scaring her off.  As you read, you could feel the sheer anguish, pain, and sadness, running off the pages, whilst remembering to tell yourself to breathe. It ripped my heart out listening to Quincy retell his heartbreaking and unthinkable past.  And even though we love Quincy now, imagining how Roni must have felt not knowing what to do with all this painful story.  She could be taking the biggest risk of her life.  It definitely makes you think about your own thoughts and how would you deal with the biggest decision of your life. What will Roni decide? And what will happen next?

 

After finishing the book I was an emotional wreck, it left me speechless with emotion as I sat thinking...I just...I can't...I just...I felt like I'd taken all the emotion I could.  I found myself writing to the author to try to express just an ounce of how I was feeling...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Do you want to go out with me, Finlay? Or are you playing some sort of game?”

 

“I don’t know,” she said honestly, throwing her hands up, frustrated with her own confusion. “Yes…Wait, no. Yes…”

 

He cocked his head with a perplexed expression.

 

“I’m sorry! I’m really confused. You mess with my head. Or rather, you’ve been messing with my head since the wedding. But that’s not your fault. And now I’m rambling, but I want to be honest with you. The truth is, I’m curious about you. Maybe more than curious,” she said, moving around him so she could pace. “But I don’t know what you expect from women, and I don’t know anything about your biker lifestyle. I don’t think I’m a biker girl. But I don’t really know that. I do know I’m probably not like the women you’re used to, and motorcycles scare me. And sometimes you scare me. Not you, you, but the idea of you, because I’m not sure who you really are. But you also turn me on, which makes it all even more confusing.”

 

A slow grin spread across his face.

 

“See? That smile makes my stomach go all sorts of crazy.”

 

“Call me nuts, but I think that’s a good thing, Fins.”

 

The endearment also made her insides flutter. But none of that came close to the worries welling up inside her right that second as the big, confident caretaker to all around him stood looking at her like he was hanging on her every word, and the truth came tumbling out. “I haven’t been with a lot of guys, and like I said, I don’t know what you expect. You’re all power and”—she tried to use her hands to emphasize her thoughts, but she ended up looking like she was imitating a bear, with claws extended—“sexuality, like you’re ready to swoop in and devour me. But I’m not sure I can handle being devoured, because it’s been so long since I’ve even kissed a guy that I might have…”

 

He stepped closer as slow as could be and placed a hand on her hip. She was mesmerized by his gentle approach and the touch of his hand as he brushed her hair over her shoulder, holding her gaze so intensely, she couldn’t speak. His hand slid softly to the nape of her neck, then into her hair, until his long fingers cradled the back of her head. His other arm circled her waist, holding her against him.

 

“Forgotten how…” she whispered.

 

He gave her plenty of time to pull away, to tell him no, but her voice was silenced by the throbbing of her heart, the wanting in her head. As he lowered his face toward hers, she went up on her toes, bracing for a fierce, possessive kiss. But his mouth came gently down over hers, drawing a breathy sigh. His lips were warm and soft, his hands hard and hot, and her body was a vibrating mess. His beard scratched her cheeks, sending swirls of desire spiraling through her core. He pressed her tighter against him, angled her head and kissed her harder. His tongue swept across the seam of her lips, and she surrendered to his masterful seduction. His whole body beat against her like a pulse, bringing a surge of lust from some forgotten place inside her. He took the kiss deeper, tasting every dip and swell of her mouth, and a heady sound rumbled in the back of his throat. And oh, how she loved that! She’d never been kissed so thoroughly, been wanted so desperately. She never imagined that the man who was forward motion personified could harness that power and deliver it with such all-consuming passion. She couldn’t resist lifting higher on her toes, clawing at his shoulder, trying to taste more of his sweet and sinful desire. He was right there with her, gripping her waist as he lifted her off her feet, holding her against his hard frame, her legs dangling off the ground as he kissed her breathless.

 

She was so lost in the slide of their tongues, the purely male, utterly unique taste of him, time failed to exist. They could have been kissing for hours, maybe even days. By the time her feet touched the ground, her noodle legs refused to work. But they didn’t need to. Bullet was still holding her tight, kissing her softer now, his scratchy beard trailing after his lips across her jaw, all the way to her ear.

 

His warm breath seeped into her skin as he whispered, “I think you remember how to kiss just fine. Go out with me, lollipop. You don’t have to be a biker girl. Just be my girl.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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