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Series: Wait For You #6
Published by: Self Published
on November 28, 2016
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
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From the # 1 New York Times and International bestselling author, Jennifer L. Armentrout writing as J.Lynn, comes a richly moving story about heartbreak and guilt, second chances and hope. Full of familiar, fan-favorite characters and no two people more deserving of a happy ending, Fire In You will burn bright beyond the last page…
Jillian Lima’s whole world was destroyed in a span of a few hours. The same night her childhood love, Brock ‘the Beast’ Mitchell, broke her heart, her life was irrevocably altered by the hand of a stranger with a gun. It takes six years to slowly glue together the shattered pieces of her life, but Jillian is finally ready to stop existing in a past full of pain and regret. She takes a job at her father’s martial arts Academy and she’s going out on her first date since a failed relationship that was more yuck than yum. Jillian is determined to start living.
She just never expected Brock to be a part of her life again. But he’s firmly back in her life before she knows it, and not only is he older, he’s impossibly more handsome, more teasing and more everything. And when he sees Jillian, he’s no longer capable of thinking of her as the little girl who was his shadow growing up or the daughter of the man who gave him a second chance at life. He sees the woman who’d always been there for him, the one person who believed in him no matter what.
Brock knows she’s the one he should’ve made his, and what begins as a tentative friendship quickly turns to red-hot chemistry that sparks a flame that burns brighter than lust. Falling for Brock again risks more than her heart, because when the past sorrow-filled and guilt-ridden past resurfaces, and a web of lies threatens to rip them apart, the fallout could lay waste to everything they’ve fought to build together, and destroy the dreams of those they care most about.
Emotional. Heartbreaking. Intense. Beautiful. Addictive.
I could probably say that for all of Ms. Armentrout’s books and I don’t think it would be enough. There is so much passion and heart on every page, there is NO WAY you could put it down. This author always delivers and with FIRE IN YOU, she gave us romance at its finest.
Jillian is a character that you root for over and over again. The tragedy and pain that she has suffered is completely heartbreaking. When her childhood crush walks back into the picture, all of the feelings come rushing back ten-fold. She is stronger now. She will do what it takes to stay clear, because once upon a time, he broke her heart, and she will be damned if she lets him do it all over again.
Guilt. So much guilt. Brock was there the night Jillian’s life turned upside down. He knows how she felt years ago, and yet he pushed her away. She was young and so damn innocent, and he never wanted to taint her. In the end, he made her run away. He left her alone and vulnerable, and he has never let go of that guilt. When an opportunity arises to go back home, he takes it and he makes an effort to put himself in the line of fire with Jillian Lima. He is ready for a fight. He is ready to take what has always been his. But he’ll have to let go of the guilt in order to be free with her.
OMG! My heart is so full after devouring this book. So many emotions. So many feels. Jillian and Brock, two damaged souls, but so RIGHT for each other. Hope, redemption, love, and second chances…FIRE IN YOU had it ALL! I will NEVER get enough of this series. They are all must reads and instant re-reads. Beautiful characters. Beautiful chemistry. Beautiful storyline. What more could you ever want?
“Um…” I was so articulate.
His grin returned. “If not, I thought maybe we could share a…drink.”
“I…I don’t have anything good to drink. I mean, I have a bottle of wine that’s unopened, but it’s like the cheap wine that really doesn’t do anything other than give you a headache,” I rambled on, pulse pounding. “I also have some soda and coffee, but—”
“Water or soda would be fine,” he said with a laugh.
I opened my mouth and my lips moved wordlessly for a few seconds. “Are you wanting to…wanting to come in?”
“Yeah. I’m wanting to come in, Jillian.”
He wanted to come in, and my mind took that down a long and dirty road. I looked up at him and I had to crane my neck, because he was standing that close. A sudden thick tension sprung alive, filling the tiny space between us. Our gazes locked once more. Neither of us moved or spoke. His lips parted on a quick, shallow inhale. My chest rose in a deep, shaky breath. What was happening here? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t completely naïve. He was looking at me in a way he hadn’t when we were younger, and that didn’t make sense.
And I had a feeling if I let Brock in, I would begin to see things that were there, and that was so dangerous for us—for me.
Wetting my lips, I looked away just as his gaze sharpened. “It’s really late.”
“It’s not too late,” he said in a voice that stretched my nerve endings.
My heart leapt into my throat. “I just…I don’t think it would be smart.”
One side of his lips kicked up. “Some of the best things start off as not being very smart. Like when I tried to rob your father.”
A surprised laugh burst out of me. “That wasn’t smart, and you’re lucky that worked out in your favor.”
“So true.” His head lowered, and I tensed, thinking that he just might be getting ready to do something really not smart.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
So not something a boss should do.
But I didn’t really care about that as I stood still before him.
His warm breath danced over my cheek and then it stirred the wisps of hair around my temple. “But you’re right.”
Relief and disappointment battled inside me as I found myself nodding jerkily. I let myself in, not daring to look at him as I closed the door behind me and locked it. Only then, as I rested my forehead against the door, did I realize his jacket was still draped over my shoulders.
“Shit,” I muttered.
Somewhere behind me, Rhage meowed pitifully.
I didn’t move, because a part of me was still out in the hall, standing there, seriously considering letting Brock in. And that part of me was an incredibly stupid part, because I was desperate to know what would’ve happened if I had let him in.