life behind me.
to breathe and room to think, to make my own choices and to own my mistakes.
and anger cloud my judgement when it comes to the MC. What is so great about
them that I can’t have on the outside? What is so great about the patch?
I’ve experienced with the club.
leave my sister. She’s the only reason I stayed as long as I did.
time for something new.
find myself searching for trouble, wanting—needing to be someone’s savior.
best poker face, but when I lay down my winning hand and they shove a girl at
me, bound and scared, for my prize, I knowI’ve landed in the middle of
something bigger than me.
Scarlett Rose.
for being.
to prove it to her.
protection, and I’ll die before they hurt her again.
Heather’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:
Where to begin.. This story speaks of real situations and struggles. Depression is a real thing, and the way the author depicts it makes you feel what the character is feeling. My heart hurt for Boomer with all the emotions he was dealing with. It takes real talent to write about something so real that your readers feel it in their bones.
Boomer is a story of inner strength. He has a lot of inner demons that he needs to deal with, and does what he feels is necessary because of them. Scarlett ends up being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Thanks to that she finds herself in a predicament that could possibly kill her. Fast forward to these two meeting, and the inner struggles they have. As their love grows Boomer needs to come to terms with everything. As the two of them grow they draw from their inner strengths to realize just what they each need. Let’s just say the way he comes to terms with it is bada$$.
she says again. “My Boom,” Scarlett mumbles, trying to bury her face in my
chest again. My heart trips and falls over itself, and a small piece of my
darkness turns to light. The constant intrusive thoughts slow and come to a stop.
last, but however long I have, I want to spend it holding the woman I’m falling
quickly in love with.
that. I want to be her everything.
you doing to me, Scarlett?” I whisper over the top of her head, running my
fingers through the raven black hair. She’s so perfect, everything I’ve ever
dreamed of. It’s like someone reached into my head and plucked her from my
imagination, then sculpted and carved her out of the finest silk just for me.
a gift, a fucking present, but for what? I don’t deserve to unwrap her, to
smile when she bears herself to me when the time is right.
of books they wanted to read. They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and
as every girl knows, nothing scratches better than an alpha.They write about gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women
they love.
If you have the same itch, their alpha males should fix that.
