Recommended By Jean
Recommended By Jean
This book blew me away and left me at a loss for words. It got under my skin and will be with me for a long time. It’s a dark read, with some triggers in it. If non-consensual sex and suicide bother you then you should skip it. But if you like stories where a pair of main characters who live in the dark manage to find light in each other, then you will want to read this book. Love and Tax have super explosive chemistry, and their flaws and darkness are so well written, that their story will dig into you and refuse to let go.
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Tax pulls back and pumps forward once more, his fingers likely bruising my skin. Embers race along my spine, speeding us toward a pinnacle. When I kiss him again, I keep my eyes open.
His lips press into mine, opening my mouth. When our tongues touch, I groan, my fingers pressing against the hard edge of his jaw, using it as leverage to anchor myself to this moment.
I wake with a face between my legs. I gasp as Tax – sensing that I’m awake – widens my thighs further with palm on either side and then dives back in. The stroke of his tongue as he pushes it up into my pussy does crazy wicked things to my mind. My hands make their way into his hair before I even realize I’ve moved, and he rewards me by sucking my clit into his mouth and laving it with his tongue. I cry out and undulate my hips, begging for more.
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"My stepmother shattered me. My ex ruined me. One look at Tax and I knew he would kill me."
Love. It's a name given to people that you care about. And it was a name given to a little girl that no one cared about. The irony is not lost on me. I've always been a bit separate. First in my family and then in my relationships. Maybe you have to understand the emotion to feel it.
I've never understood how people will lie, cheat, steal, and murder for it. Why some people hand it over like pennies in their pockets. Or others hoard it like it's their only valuable possession. I don't do either. I'm convinced I don't have any love to give. Someone is going to have to breathe life into my damaged soul before I can ever even consider loving them.
I'm a shit storm just waiting to happen. Actually, scratch that, I usually don't wait for anything or anybody. The only things I give a fuck about are my boys--my band--and my little sister, Ally.
I've gone from underground kid fighter I was to whatever the hell I am now--guardian, bandmate, neighbor to a fucking woman that messes with my head. I want to know her secrets, her pains, and everything dark inside of her and whether or not her darkness matches my own.