THE HURRICANE by R.J. Prescott
Synopsis
Emily McCarthy is living in fear of a dark and dangerous past. A gifted mathematician, she is little more than a hollow, broken shell, trying desperately to make ends meet long enough to finish her degree. Through an unlikely friendship with the aging, cantankerous owner of an old boxing gym, Em is thrown into the path of the most dangerous man that she has ever met.
Cormac "the Hurricane" O'Connell is cut, tattooed and dangerous. He is a lethal weapon with no safety and everyone is waiting for the misfire. He's never been knocked out before, but when he meet Em he falls, HARD. Unlike any other girl he's ever met, she doesn't want anything from him. Just being around her makes him want to be a better person. They are polar opposites who were never meant to find each other, but some things are just worth the fight.
I don't know where this book has been my entire life, but I am so glad it somehow found it's way into my life. This was an incredible book that I devoured. My thoughts were consumed by this book, and I needed to keep reading it. It was impossible for me to put this book down. R.J. exceeded all of my expectations with this book. I loved everything about this book! The character, the plot, the action, and the dialogue were all fantastic.
The romance in this book was just phenomenal. R.J. Prescott was able to make the relationship between O'Connell and Emily seem so realistic. The romance developed at a very nature pace, and I was eating it up! O'Connell and Emily were super adorable together, and I think they will go down as one of my favorite book couples.
“Right now, I’m dirt poor, but one day, I’m not gonna be. I will fight to make something better of myself, to be someone better. Someone you can be proud of. If you need time, then I’ll give you time. If you need friendship, then I’ll give you friendship. But you’re mine, and when the time is right, when you’re ready, I’m coming for you.”
Their romance was great because it was not just based on sex. Do not get me wrong, there were plenty of steamy scenes that I loved in this book, but there was more than that. The relationship between Emily and O'Connell was built on friendship, respect, and trust. Their relationship helped both of them over come their own personal demons. It was beautiful to watch the two characters grow stronger with the help of one another.
“Each time you let down another one of those barriers, I know that you’re a bit closer to being mine. One day, when the last one falls, you’ll be as much mine as I am yours.”
Another great aspect of this book was the cast of side characters. The secondary characters added a lot of depth to the story. They were all so humorous and lovable. There wasn't a character in this book that I didn't fall in love with (expect for the villains, of course!).
I definitely recommend this book to everyone and anyone. I am in love with this book, and I plan on buying a physical copy for my bookshelf. This book was fantastic, especially for a debut novel! I cannot wait to see what R.J. Prescott has in store for me in the future! I plan on reading all of her books from here on out.
5 / 5 Fangs
*This ebook was given to me in exchange for a honest review*
Excerpt
I’d barely even made it through the
door before Tommy was throwing his sweaty arm around me and trying his luck. I
couldn’t help but laugh, but my laughter didn’t seem to put a dent in his ego.
“Tommy, get your arm off her right now,
or I’m gonna break it in at least three places,” O’Connell shouted down from
the ring, as Kieran helped him on with his gloves.
“Fuck off, O’Connell.” He smiled in
good humour. “She’s totally into me.”
Tommy was clearly just yanking
O’Connell’s chain, but both O’Connell and Kieran stopped, stock still, and
turned to face Tommy. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure he was joking when he’d
threatened Tommy, and from the speed at which he moved his arm, neither was
Tommy.
“Chill out, guys. I was only kidding.”
He turned and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before legging it to the locker
room.
I was still standing there like an
idiot, when Kieran climbed out of the ring and walked over to me.
“Hello, darlin’. You’d best go and say
hello to your man before he goes at it with Shane. He’s all fired up tonight,
and he fights badly when he’s in a temper.”
“He’s not my man, Kieran,” I pointed
out.
“Well, Em, someone best tell him that,
and it ain’t gonna be me,” he said, as he ambled off to start with his own
training.
I looked back at O’Connell shadow
boxing in the ring, and I could see that Kieran was right. He was always full
of energy, wired almost, which was weird to see in a guy his size. But tonight
something was wrong. He seemed edgier and darker than usual, like he was boxing
to kill, not hurt. I walked tentatively up the steps to the ring and rested my
arms on the top ropes. As soon as he saw me, he stopped and walked over. There
was no easy grin tonight.
“Hey, sunshine,” he said, “you okay?”
“I’m fine thanks. How are you doing?”
“I’m better now that you’re here.” He
hung his head as he banged his gloves together, and I had the strongest urge to
run my hand through his hair, like you’d do to comfort a small child.
“You know a problem shared, is a
problem halved,” I told him, hoping to lighten things up a little.
“Thanks.” He smiled sadly at me. “But
sharing my crap just drags you into it. Tell me about your day; that will
help.”
I hated that he was clearly upset. I
wanted him to open up, but our friendship was still too new and fragile to push
it too far, so I struggled to think back over my highly uneventful day.
“Nikki gave me a hard time for not
jumping your bones, but I got an A on my spot test, so it wasn’t all bad.”
He wasn’t better, but I’d managed to
get a smile out of him, at least.
“Well, I’m in Nikki’s camp there,” he
spoke softly. “You heading off to the office to work?”
I nodded my head in agreement. He ran
the back of his glove along my cheek gently.
“Okay, sunshine. I have to train late
tonight, so Kieran’s gonna walk you home later, but I’ll see you tomorrow,
okay?”
He looked so sad, that the urge to kiss
him, to comfort him, was overwhelming. But I didn’t. Because guys like him
didn’t kiss girls like me. I just gave him a small nod and walked down the
steps toward the office. Just as I reached the door, I stopped and turned. Only
part of the ring was visible, but it was all I needed to see. He rolled his
shoulders and looked up toward Shane. In that instant, all trace of sadness and
vulnerability was gone, and in its place was pure, unadulterated rage. The bell
rang out and O’Connell’s wrath was unleashed. He bounced up and down on the
canvas like he had too much energy to keep contained, ducking and weaving as he
did, with a stealth that belied his size. He eyed Shane like a predator sizing
up his kill, and as Shane made the first lunge, O’Connell dodged left and
slammed into his midsection, with a rib crushing right hook. I’d taken a few
right hooks in my life, so by all accounts, this show of violence from O’Connell
should be freaking me out. But I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight. My
heart was beating so loudly that I couldn’t hear anything else. Everything just
faded into white noise. Considering that they were supposed to be sparing, he
wasn’t pulling any punches. The sweat beading around his forehead trickled down
his cheek and splashed onto his chest, and damn if I didn’t want to follow its
path with my tongue. I imagined the feel of those tight, sweaty abs beneath my
fingertips and how the silk of his training shorts, encasing all that hard
muscle would feel pressed up against me. There wasn’t a single part of my body
that wasn’t totally aware of every single part of his, and the more he lost
control of himself, the more I lost control with him. By the time he’d knocked
Shane out with another killer right hook, I was a mess.
“For fuck’s sake O’Connell, you’re
supposed to be fucking sparring, not knocking him into next week. I’ve warned
you before. This has got to fucking stop.”
Danny was going ballistic, and O’Connell,
still breathing hard, dropped his hands to his sides while he tried to control
himself. I knew that I couldn’t be right in the head to be this turned on when
he’d just knocked a man he called a friend into unconsciousness. I was breathing
as hard as he was, as though my lust, like his temper, was something we could
rein in. He turned and caught my eye, and he knew I’d seen the whole thing. His
mask of indifference was replaced with a frown, and I guessed he was worried
that he’d scared me with his performance. Before he decided to come over, I
turned and shut myself in the office. I couldn’t deal with O’Connell when I was
in this state. Christ, even being a foot taller than me, I’d have his back flat
against the door the second we were in a confined space. What I needed right
now, was to pull myself together.
About the Author
R.J. Prescott was born in Cardiff, South Wales and studied law at the University of Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation she fell in love, and stayed. Ten years later she convinced her crazy, wonderful fire fighter husband to move back to Cardiff where they now live with their two equally crazy sons. Juggling work, writing and family doesn't leave a lot of time, but curling up on the sofa with a cup of tea and a bar of chocolate for family movie night is definitely the best part of R.J. Prescott's week. "The Hurricane" is her debut New Adult Novel.
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