Series: Saints of Denver #2
Genres: Alpha Guy, Contemporary Romance, Law Enforcement, Millionaire/Billionaire Hero, Motorcycles, Revenge, Romance, Suspense
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Avett Walker and Quaid Jackson’s worlds have no reason to collide. Ever. Quaid is a high powered criminal attorney as slick as he is handsome. Avett is a pink-haired troublemaker with a bad attitude and a history of picking the wrong men.
When Avett lands in a sea of hot water because of one terrible mistake, the only person who can get her out of it is the insanely sexy lawyer. The last thing on earth she wants to do is rely on the no-nonsense attorney who thinks of her as nothing more than a nuisance. He literally has her fate in his hands. Yet there is something about him that makes her want to convince him to loosen his tie and have a little fun…with her.
Quaid never takes on clients like the impulsive young woman with a Technicolor dye job. She could stand to learn a hard lesson or two, but something about her guileless hazel eyes intrigues him. Still, he’s determined to keep their relationship strictly business. But doing so is becoming more impossible with each day he spends with her.
As they work side-by-side, they’ll have to figure out a way to get along and keep their hands off each other—because the chemistry between them is beyond charged.
I remember reading my first Jay Crownover book, it was Rule, and I fell in love. I mean I think I read this book three times in a row because I loved it so much. So I bought all the books in the series and never read them, I figured nothing was going to live up to the amazingness that was Rule (which to this day still occupies a piece of me), so when the option to get this book came my way, I thought you know what I want to see if Rule was a fluke, I wanna see what else Jay Crownover is packing in her creative vault. I am so glad I decided to read this book. I loved it. And I loved it for a lot of the same reasons that I loved Rule, but yet in such different ways.
So honestly, one of the reasons why I liked this book is because her characters remind me of me and my friends. Avett is a pink haired girl whose life is spiraling out of control. She is in the middle of her “come to Jesus” moment, she’s in jail and she knows he life has to change. She has to stop disappointing people and doing the wrong things, and figure out what to do with her life. I love how she doesn’t fit the mold though, there are moments in the book where people make comments about her hair or how she is somehow less because she doesn’t conform. But I love that she doesn’t conform. I’m the girl with dark pink hair and half my head shaved who has a tattoo on my arm that says Live Long and Prosper. I don’t want to conform, I just want to be me, and Avett was the same, even when she was advised to change her hair for court she didn’t. And I have been where she is before, punishing myself for the mistakes of my past by doing more stuff I knew was only going to be self-destructive. I loved watching her go through the steps to figuring out how to turn her life around for the better. She has to endure some serious things throughout the course of the book, and seeing how she handles those and realizing how strong she really was, well it was awesome.
And the second part of why I loved this book was our hero. Quaid is the lawyer who is going to help Avett get out of this very serious legal situation she has found herself in. Quaid was interesting because he’s almost like a complete facade, he has this idea in his head of who he has to be and he has done everything he possible could to be that guy. He wears a watch he does want, expensive suits for status, lives in a loft with expensive art that he deems as ugly, all for appearances. It’s so funny how he was hired to help Avett out of a bad spot, but ultimately she’s the reason why he figures out who he is and what he actually wants in his life. I loved how Avett was able to peel away all his layers and strip him down to who he actually is, for the first time in years he was going back to his roots, and it was really just great to read.
I love how these two people interacted throughout the whole book. I mean that start off as such an odd match, you think to yourself that there is no way that these people can be all that compatible, there’s an age difference, he’s a professional and she’s a college dropout who is facing serious legal charges, everything about them is different. They even have a couple of hostile exchanges. But when they finally come together, it’s just awesome. Sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s super hot, but at the end of the day it is just super authentic and identifiable. I loved these two together. I loved the pacing, the writing, the wording, everything, it just all worked for me. This book was another Rule for me, and honestly I can’t wait to dive into all of the Jay Crownover books I have acquired and haven’t read.
“This is a bad idea.” I knew it. I could feel it deep in my bones and the allure of letting go, of doing what I always did, and falling headfirst into disaster, was pulling at me hard. But I was supposed to be changing. I was supposed to actually be sorry, not just saying it and turning around into the next catastrophe. I knew kissing Quaid Jackson was going to lead to all kinds of sorry and sorrow. I knew it as much as I knew I didn’t care and that I was going to kiss him and chase this bad idea until it crashed and burned, like they always did.
“You made a lot of them lately. What’s one more?”
He was right. What was one more? Especially when it looked like him, when it smelled sleepy and expensive like he did, when it felt hot and hard pressed up against me. What was one more awful choice when it came with lips that were firm and demanding as they landed against mine? What was one more when it was attached to rough hands that brushed along my exposed rib cage and paused under the achy swell of my breast? What was one more bad decision on top of all the other ones that had led this particular mammoth-sized bad decision to my door?
I had plenty of time, tomorrow, to do the right thing, but now I was going to enjoy the hell out of the wrong thing as he pressed his mouth more insistently into mine, taking the choice of which came first—the kiss or the story—out of my hands. Maybe that was why I was so drawn to him, so attracted to everything there was about him. He didn’t give me the room or the chance to make any kind of choice, good or bad. He decided and I followed his lead towards victory or towards ruin…and this kiss felt like it had everything in it to ruin both of us.
It was the first time in my life that a bad idea felt like the best idea I had ever had.