I read two book that I was dying to read, and the last weekend was the perfect opportunity.
Forever Mine by Elizabeth Reyes was the first
Just amazing, soon, my review!
Then came Wake by Abria Mattina (it was for the blog tour)
It was a long read, but it WORTH all the whole time that I spent reading it. It was a
And finally Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire
Yep, I had an indie version of this unforgettable book, I was freaking out to read it! And I just can say "I love you Travis "Mad Dog" Maddox!"
Here are two teaser that I post enjoyed:
“I know we’re fucked up, all right? I’m impulsive, and hot-tempered, and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me one minute, and then you need me the next. I never get anything right, and I don’t deserve you…but I fucking love you, Abby. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone or anything, ever. When you’re around, I don’t need booze, or money, or the fighting, or the one-night stands…all I need is you. You’re all I think about. You’re all I dream about. You’re all I want.”
“You can’t tell me what to do anymore, Travis! I don’t belong to you!”
In the second it took him to turn and face me, his expression had contorted into anger. He stomped toward me, planting his hands on the bed and leaning into my face.
“WELL I BELONG TO YOU!” The veins in his neck bulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even flinch. He looked at my lips, panting. “I belong to you,” he whispered, his anger melting as he realized how close we were.
Before I could think of a reason not to, I grabbed his face, slamming my lips against his. Without hesitation, Travis lifted me into his arms. In a few long strides, he carried me into his bedroom, both of us crashing to the bed.
.-Travis & Abby
He won me over before chapter three ^^ and as a plus Travis as my hottie in this post:
A pair of heavy black boots stepped in front of me, diverting my attention to the floor. My eyes traveled upward; jeans spattered with blood, a set of finely-chiseled abs, a bare, tattooed chest drenched in sweat, and finally a pair of warm, brown eyes. I was shoved from behind, and Travis caught me by the arm before I fell forward.
“Hey! Back up off her!” Travis frowned, shoving anyone who came near me. His stern expression melted into a smile at the sight my shirt, and then he dabbed my face with a towel. “Sorry about that, Pigeon.”
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Just the perfect men of my dreams: hot, he has a lot of tattoos, he's a member of a fight club. I need to stop falling in love with fictional characters... I want a Travis Maddox in my life too!
So have a nice day,