Book reviews à la bookworm...The good, the bad, and everything in between.
Megan Hunter has been through hell and back. She’s finally safe, clean, able to raise her little daughter by herself. When a ghost from her past strikes, she thinks it’s all over once more, but a guardian angel, with a scarred face and body, and heart of a hero intervenes...And changes her life forever.
This was Marc Hunter’s sister’s story. If you’ve read his book, you know what happened to her, how difficult and dark her life had been, but she got through it, yet not entirely.
This story was as much about absolution and redemption as it was of self-forgiveness. Megan needed to forgive herself to finally be able to really live and embrace any sort of happiness life threw at her.
And there was no hero more perfect than Nate to show her how life and everything in it could and should be. I loved his patience, his strength, and his unfailing faith in Megan, and I loved how she in turn, showed him that the scars he carried were merely badges of honor, part of him, and not who he was.
This was a beautiful short romance with just a dash of suspense to tie up any loose ends.
The book also contains a bonus short detailing a men-only adventure in which Marc, Julian, Zach, Gabe, Nate, and Reece go off on a beer run (and errand run for their wives) and prevent a robbery at a liquor store.
It was short, quick, exciting, and showed the true nature of the friendship that’s developed between these men.
And it was also funny. From bickering about not wanting to be on Team Beta, sensei Julian, to this scene:
West stepped cautiously inside, weapon drawn.
“Sorry, West, but you guys missed all the action.”
“Nope. Not all of it.” He opened the door once more, stepping aside to make room for Rossiter and Sheridan, who were supporting Trance’s weight between them, the kid’s face screwed up in pain, his skin pale, beads of sweat on his forehead.
“What happened to him?” Marc didn’t hit him that hard.
Sheridan grinned. “West told him to stop, and when the kid refused, Gabe tried to trip him, but ended up kicking him in the balls.”
Marc winced. Ouch! “With which foot?”
Rossiter shrugged. “The titanium alloy one.”
Every man in the liquor store groaned.