Synopsis:Sometimes wrong can feel oh so right . . . Jenna Lacombe needs complete control, whether it’s in the streets . . . or between the sheets. So when she sets out on a solo road trip to visit her family in New Orleans, she’s beyond annoyed that the infuriatingly sexy Jack Oliver wants to hitch a ride with her. Ever since they shared a wild night together last year, he’s been trying to strip away her defenses one by one. He claims he’s just coming along to keep her safe-but what’s not safe for her is prolonged exposure to the tattooed hottie. Jack can’t get Jenna out from under his skin. She makes him feel alive again after his old life nearly destroyed him-and losing her is not an option. Now Jack’s troubles are catching up to him, and he’s forced to return to his hometown in Louisiana. But when his secrets put them both in harm’s way, Jenna will have to figure out how far she’s willing to let love in . . . and how much she already has.
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Padding my bare feet back into Jack’s bedroom, I start riffling through his drawers like a wet raccoon, searching for something that can pass as pajamas. I try on four pairs of basketball shorts and two shirts before finding items small enough to fit me without being obscene.
I’m not a small person—not at all. I’m average height, average weight. It’s just that Jack’s a giant who, apparently, wears size 100 in everything. Twisting the shirt around my middle so it hangs properly, I absently inhale and smile when I catch Jack’s scent.
What? No. Don’t about that, you idiot.
I unclench my fists from his shirt and smooth out the wrinkles I created clutching it to my nose. I’m not like a wet raccoon at all. I’m worse. Raccoons would be ashamed of me.
My inner dialogue—I’ve just accepted that I’m certifiable, at this point—comes to a halt when I hear an engine in the front yard.
My first instinct is to run outside and smack him—you know, violent tendencies and all—but I regain my composure and choose a more mature tactic.
I stand perfectly still in the dark living room and wait for him with a scowl.
Through the window, I watch his dark figure stumble out of the car and slowly climb the front steps all hunched over. What did he do, go get drunk? Great.
I cross my arms, scowl still poised to kill, and wait as he opens the door and quietly steps inside. He flicks on the living room light and I ready myself for the shit storm I’m about to rain all over his ass. But my words, my anger, my bitter intentions fall away the instant I see his face.
“Jack.” It’s more of a gasp than a word as it leaves my mouth.
He pulls his eyes up from his bloody and torn hand, and sets them on me. “Jenna. What the hell?” Several emotions cross his eyes. Anger. Fear. Relief. Anger.
I pull a face. “Don’t ‘what the hell’ me. You’re the one who stole my car and drove off into the night.”
He screws his face up. “So you waited up to yell at me?”
“Well…” I pause.
that why I waited up? Well, crap.
“Yeah,” I finally say, not particularly proud of my answer.
“Typical,” he mutters. “Listen. I’m not in the mood to bicker with you right now so if you don’t mind rescheduling this bitch-out for tomorrow, that would be great.”
He brushes past me, his shoulder lightly sweeping mine, and halts at the touch. Facing me, he softens his husky voice. “I’m sorry.”
Long eyelashes lower over his storm-gray eyes as he searches my face, and the wicked wildfire inside me instantly reignites as his gaze drops to my mouth.
The thick frustration that filled the room just moments ago thins into a sweet trepidation, curling around us with a daring charge. So delicious. But so dangerous.
I carefully step back and clear my throat. Jack does the same. We’re masters of avoidance.
Without another word, he moves past me and marches down the hall. That’s when I spy the blood running down the back of his shirt from a large gash between his shoulder blades.
My heart stops.
“Jack?” I say, staring with wide eyes. “What happened to your back?”
He looks over his shoulder and frowns. “Oh. That.” Turning back around, he continues striding down the hallway. “Knife wound.”
Jenna Oliver is going back home after her grandmother is saying she is dying one more time which she has used before as an excuse to get her home. Jenna will not spend money on air ticket, she will drive home instead. What she didn't expect was to get the tattoo hunk Jack Oliver as her passenger. She has tried to forget their one night together a year ago but she still can't. Spending hours in the same place is going to be really hard on her mind and body.
Jack Oliver is forced to go back home when his little brother disappears. A place he said he was not going back to but for his family he'll do it. He jumps at the chance to join Jenna since he doesn't want her driving alone and maybe this trip will force her to deal with her feelings for him.
Jenna and Jack both left home for a reason and now they both must face what was left behind and hopefully come out unharmed.
I really love Jack and Jenna.
Jenna is independent and she feels like love can change her future. She doesn't want any men interfering with her plans. She doesn't want to end up like her mother. Poverty is not in her vocabulary anymore. She won't be a failure although she knows Jack is her Kryptonite.
Jack is a good guy that may have done bad things but he has a good heart. He loves his family and he shows it more than once. He also wants Jenna but he gave her the space she needed. A year later, he doesn't feel that magnanimous anymore. He's there to try to make her open up to him.
As per the secondary characters, I liked both of Jack's brothers and his mother Lily was hilarious.
Jenna's grandmother "dying every year" routine was funny too.
I keep saying Ellen needs her own HEA. She has helped all three couples and it's time for her to find her own happiness.
My only complaint with this story would be that Jack's family drama was solved too fast and too easy with a bow on top. Something going wrong may have been a better trigger for Jenna to open up her heart faster.
I do wonder who the next couple is.
“Because I hurt when you hurt. And I’m happy when you’re happy—and not because you have control over me, but because I love you. And I like loving you.”
Cliffhanger : No
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