Blake warned me, I didn't listen.
Pierce offered to catch me, but I'd already fallen.
I tried hard not to fall for the bad guy.
My new roommate, Blake, is a jerk—an unemployed artist with a chip on his shoulder. I can’t stand him unless his hands are on me. He makes me desperate for him, and everything he makes me feel.
And then there’s my new boss, Pierce--successful, charming, and extremely good-looking. He goes after what he wants, but what does he see in me?
I try to stay away, but I end up in the arms of exactly who I was hiding from. And when I find out what’s being hidden from me, my heart twists in ways it never should.
I thought I knew him.
I didn't.
The way he kissed me.
The way his hands traveled every inch of my skin.
I thought it meant something, but as it turns out, it was all lies unspoken.
Despite the fact that I am not really a fan of love triangles and the like, I couldn't help but loved it. You will like Lila, she's a likable character. She just came from a heartbreak and was ready to start anew by leaving home and going to the big city. She thought she was ready for everything, until she came across her new roommate, Blake.
He's the ultimate bad guy - he's a jerk, he's a player, he's a mystery. He may be hot, but he had too much issues. He can be nice at one point, and then rude the next. But, she couldn't help but want him. He makes her feel something she didn't think she was capable of feeling again, and it leaves her scared sh*tless. How can she fall for someone who isn't willing to offer her even half of what she deserves?
Guys like Blake makes you want to get that male POV on this book. He's an enigma. He has a past I was dying to know about. Beyond his dark exterior, his talent in canvass and bed - I knew there was more to him. Now, if only I can get inside his head...
Same as with Pierce - what is it between this two? Nevertheless, you can't hate him. Really, I tried, but I couldn't. He might have caused some misunderstanding - but he cares for her, and treats her like a princess. I wanted her to choose him at some point, to stop all the madness and the heartaches, but her with Blake? It's quite different. The tension & chemistry is just pretty much explosive.
TWO different hot guys vying for your attention. Who would you choose?
Blake warned me, I didn't listen.
Pierce offered to catch me, but I'd already fallen.
Ah, Blake... there were so many moments where I wish Lila would finally get out of that door, mean it, and just go. Blake can be quite stubborn when he wants to.
The ending? ...
It was incredible. The highs, the lows, the chill and the steam, the complexities and mysteries of the characters, and the sudden plot twists. She'll break you, she'll make you fall in love, she'd make you want, she'd make you tear up, she'd make you wanted to scream. - Lisa DeJong made sure you wouldn't ask for anything more except for the next one in the series. By the end of this book, you'd probably wanted 2015 to come sooner.
Without warning, his lips crash into mine. At first I fight it, pushing hard against his chest, but he tastes like whiskey. Woodsy and smoky like a campfire, matching the intensity of his kiss. He melts away my anger with his mouth, leaving days’ worth of unrealized sexual tension in its wake.He tastes.I lean into him.He sucks.My knees go weak.He isn’t something I wanted. Not three weeks ago. Not even three minutes ago. But as his hands slide up my back, coming up to circle my neck, I’m drowning in want. He tilts my head back to allow himself better access. My tongue tangles with his. Never in a million years did I envision this … how much pleasure I would feel from a simple touch. I guess sometimes we have to have our desires at our fingertips to realize their true depth.When his lips leave mine, his hands stay. We went from one extreme to another so quickly … I’m not sure what will happen when he pushes the brakes. His face is close, like he wants to kiss me again, but his hands fall away from me instead.“Don’t—”One step back.“Ever—”Another step.“Let me—”Another step. His back hits my bedroom wall.“Do that again.”
As he exits the room, I’m left wondering what the heck just happened. That kiss took all the cells in my brain and tangled them. I never imagined this, and I hate to admit it but I liked it.
Lisa De Jong is a wife, mother and full-time number cruncher who lives in the Midwest. Her writing journey involved insane amounts of coffee and many nights of very little sleep but she wouldn't change a thing. She also enjoys reading, football and music.
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