on February 2, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Erotic Romance
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I live for the pain; it’s what drives me to keep moving. But there comes a time when one has to push the demons aside in order to survive.
I thought I buried them deep. I thought I was ready to finally live. Until… my brother, Alex; he throws me into the fire—right into the place I could never control myself, the one place I never want to be again.
When I put my hands on people, they get hurt. Things happen that bring me back to that night. The one that will forever torment me.
I’m doing fine, keeping to myself in order to ensure no one gets hurt by me. Then along comes Lyric, and all I want to do is touch her, to put my hands in places that I know will only lead to her being crushed by me.
She’s the rush that I crave. The darkest of poison running through my veins, killing me bit by bit; like a drug I can’t get enough of even though I’m almost down to my last breath.
And being around her only hurts more, but what she doesn’t understand is that I welcome the pain; I get off on it, which in the end leaves me with the hardest decision of my life—one that might get us all killed…
Get Off on the Pain put me through the ringer. I took this one in slowly, absorbing every emotion, concentrating on every single word, while the story swept right through me. I felt this incredible emotional pull from each character. I felt like I was facing their demons right along with them. With the smoldering eroticism that I’m used to with this author and with one hell of an ending I didn’t see coming, you can imagine why I couldn’t put this baby down for one second!
First of all, I absolutely love the character names in this book, Memphis and Lyric. Somehow their personalities just match their names. Each character took my by surprise with how emotionally attached I got to them. Their past, their struggles, just spoke to me in such a way that I related to them on some level. What an amazing feeling that is, to be able to pull those emotions straight out of your reader. Memphis and Lyric play off each other like a well choreographed dance. They bring out the best in each other, and the sexual chemistry is just so raw, that you feel the connection deep down in your soul. They help each other to confront their paths and lift the heaviness from their hearts. It’s incredibly vulnerable, heart-wrenching, and beautiful all at the same time.
This book not only got me all hot and bothered with the scorching hot sex scenes, but Ms. Ashley dropped one hell of a bomb on me, towards the end, that I didn’t see coming!
Memphis and Lyric’s story is a story about living with painful pasts. It’s about having to deal with your demons every single day. It’s about finding that angel, that savior, that can guide you and give you strength to get past it and live a life you were meant to…right by their side.
I walk down the steps and call his name but he still doesn’t answer. I notice a light shining through the bottom of what I believe is the downstairs bathroom, so I throw his jacket on the queen-sized bed and look around me.
It’s like a mix between a bedroom and a gym. Everything about this room tells me that Memphis is a fighter… or was. In the back corner there is a heavy bag, a speed bag, two long, heavy ropes, and some kind of bar hanging from the ceiling that must be for pull-ups. There is more random equipment sitting around, but I really have no idea what they are used for.
You can tell he was heavy into training and staying fit: sexy and dangerous. Hand in hand they make a lethal weapon, and also one reason I should want to stay away.
I look down at the jacket on his bed one more time before turning around to head back upstairs.
The sight in front of me takes the breath straight from my lungs and for some reason refuses to give it back. Damn you wine. Damn you.
Memphis is standing there, dripping wet, with a small towel wrapped around his waist. One hand is shaking out his hair and the other is holding his towel together.
Please let go. Please let go…
I try my best to turn away, I swear, but I have to face it – it’s pointless at this point. My eyes slowly trail down his body, taking their time on each and every body part. Think he’d notice if I grabbed my camera? Holy hell…
Every single muscle in that firm chest is dying to be licked by me. Oh fuck me. Those defined muscles leading down to his… I swallow. Oh my… that looks like a nice package.
Where’s the wine?
My mouth feels dry. I quickly bring my eyes up to his face right as he pulls the towel away to adjust it. I catch a quick glimpse, but hold my breath and try to pretend that I missed it, although, that is definitely hard to miss.
“I… uh…” I point down at his bed. “Was just dropping off your jacket like you asked. You didn’t answer the door so I… never mind. I’m sorry. I’m leaving. I should have just left it upstairs.”
I turn to walk away, but his voice stops me. “I heard you knocking, Lyric. I expected you’d come down here. I know you more than you think.” He steps up behind me and touches my camera. “I was hoping you’d bring this.” He grabs the strap and pulls it over my shoulder toward the front of my body, letting it rest against my front, then turns me around to face him.
His icy blue eyes stare at me with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. “Why,” I ask softly, still trying to keep my eyes from wandering.
“Because I like it.” He runs his finger from the camera up the center of my body, between my breasts, and looks into my eyes. “And fuck me, but I love you using it on me.”