Title: Bleeding Love
Author: Harper Sloan
Series: Hope Town #2
~ SYNOPSIS ~
I've loved once. I gave everything that I had to that love. Blindly believing that nothing could ever take that feeling away from me. Away from us. And when my little world of happiness was ripped from my fingers, I felt a loss that still haunts me to this day.
Now I use that lingering grief as a shield to keep my heart from loving again. It's that fear that keeps me from letting anyone, except my daughter, get close enough to make it hurt. To make my heart bleed when I inevitably lose again.
Until the day I met Liam Beckett and everything I thought I had protected myself from was shoved back in my face.
He's on a mission to prove to me that a love worth having is a love worth fighting for.
*Bleeding Love is the second book in the Hope Town series. It will follow Liam and Megan. Each book in the series is a HEA and can be read as a standalone.*
~5 Stars~
I LOVE HARPER SLOAN!!!
I loved her Corps Security series and am absolutely IN LOVE with this newest series, Hope Town, which is a spin off. If you haven't read Unexpected Fate (Hope Town #1), even though it's considered a standalone, you are missing out and should start with that book first. You can check out my review for Unexpected Fate HERE.
Once again, Harper has told a story that draws you in and makes you feel everything that Megan is going through. She brought together pain and love, fear and security, impatience and peace....perfectly weaved together, seamlessly. I enjoyed the honest fear that Megan had when it came to allowing herself to feel and to fall in love. I loved the draw she had towards Liam and the way he never gave up. He gave her the space and the time she needed to come to terms with the powerful feelings she had when it came to him.
~"This is finally happening," he snarls in a tone that should scare me, but all it does is act as kerosene to our already uncontrollable fire of lust.~
I think it's notable to state that the FIRST book I ever had tears while reading was Beck and then it happened with Beck's son, Liam, in this book. I thought that was really neat. I am not a cryer, so to get tears, that says something. There were some compelling scenes in this book that really made me slow down and feel the pain that Megan was dealing with.
~I want to kiss him and I want to slap him all in the same breath.~
I really enjoyed how hard these two had to fight just to be with each other. It was a different fight, because it was internal. It was mental. It was emotional. It wasn't outside forces pushing them away. This was one that no one could see, but Liam was up for the fight of his life, for the love of his life. It was one that took patience and time. I loved it....really loved it.
~A love with having, is worth fighting for.~
“Last chance,” he tells me with a wicked grin. “And this time I mean last one, darlin’. We take this step and make no doubt about it, you will be mine. You give me this and I fucking promise you that I will never make you regret taking that step. You ready to jump from that chapter you’ve been skimming through and skip into mine?”
I give him a smile, one that is full of confidence and not the least bit unsure as the words that he had told me weeks before come back between us.
“I’m ready.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “Buckle up, baby.”
My smile doesn’t slip for a second. Not when I pull my belt across my chest. Not when he slams the door and races to his own. It grows wider when he slams the truck in drive and fishtails back onto the path that will take us back toward town. It isn’t until his big hand reaches out and takes my leg in his strong hold that my smile slips slightly, but it only slips because my head falls back and I whimper and try to rub my legs together to ease the ache between them. I lose the smile completely when my mouth drops open and that whimper turns into a loud whine as his long fingers dance up my legs until he slips beneath the hem on my shorts and pushes my panties to the side, pressing against my clit in sure movements that have me panting in seconds.
“Fucking drenched,” he grounds out through his tightly clamped teeth.
I roll my head against the headrest and look across the cab at his face. His finger dips from my swollen clit and as he drops his hand lower, his wrist twists slightly so that when he gets there his finger slides deep inside me.
My legs spread instantly when his thick finger fills me and I hear his rumbled groan fill the space around us as he slides his finger as deep as his position allows before pulling it back, then repeating his movements until I can feel myself soaking his hand. If he keeps this up, I won’t last. He adds a second finger and my hand digs into the door and I reach out, wrapping my other around his forearm and choke on shattered breaths when he thrusts his fingers so deep, I feel like I’ve been electrocuted as he hits that spot that has me panting, whimpering and begging incoherently.
“Please, Lee, please,” I pant. How I formed those words, I’ll never know.
“Fuck,” he snarls, the sound making my arousal spike even higher. “You’ll call me that when I’m so deep inside you my balls will be soaked with this sweetness.”
His fingers curl and I pant, my hand cramping around the force of my grip.
“Please, oh God. Not without you, please.”
I pray he understands my plea and when he curses, I know he gets me. His hand leaves my pants and I cry out, causing him to spit out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. His leg slams down and I feel the truck pick up speed as I watch him take his fingers to his mouth and lick every drop of my wetness from his skin.
“Holy shit,” I exhale.
“You’re getting my mouth first, darlin’. That wasn’t enough of a taste and fuck me, I’m starved.”
I say nothing, just continue to feel like my heart is about to slam from my chest as I continue to shift my legs back and forth in attempt to ease the burn he’s lit between my legs.
~Harper Sloan~
Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.
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