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Series: Clipped Wings #3
Published by: Self Published
on November 14, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Sometimes the things we shouldn't want become exactly what we need...
Waitressing at a seedy strip club isn't ideal, but it pays Sarah Adamson's tuition. Her goal is to finish her master's program and get a job that doesn't involve tight skirts and groping hands. She doesn't need distractions. Especially not the one that comes in the form of a hot-as-sin tattoo artist who works across the street from her apartment.
Kicked out at sixteen, and a high school dropout, Chris Zelter is familiar with wanting things he can't have. His fractured life has never been easy. As the product of someone else's bad decisions, he knows exactly what happens when the wrong person controls your marionette strings. Now an accomplished tattoo artist in a renowned studio in Chicago, Chris has it together.
Apart from his infatuation with Sarah. She's way out of his league, and Chris knows it.
But he's willing to be her bad decision. At least for now.
I pretty much had heart palpitations through this entire read, but it was SO WORTH IT! Be prepared to WORK for a happily ever after you will never forget!
First, let me remind you of what a HUGE fan I am of Helena Hunting. I mean, she’s my spirit animal for god’s sakes, but something about her latest release hit a cord with me and I don’t think there’s ever going back. She has been warning her readers that this was an angst-filled romance and I expected no less from this series, but my GOD, did it just take my breath away! FRACTURES IN INK was one of the most powerful, honest, and raw romances that Hunting has ever written, HANDS DOWN! Recent fans of hers would be expecting laughs and a gut-busting good time, but this book is on a whole other level. Don’t get me wrong, it’s sexy as HELL, but the hilarity has been thrown out the window with this one, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
If you are familiar with this series, than Sarah and Chris’ story isn’t brand new to you. But it doesn’t mean that it will be less powerful or less emotional for you. Newbies to Helena or this series? Hey, that’s okay, but where the HELL have you been? LOL! No, I’m kidding! It’s completely okay for you to read this as a standalone, but beware because you will instantly become addicted to Hunting’s flawless and beautiful writing.
I won’t bore you with another run-down of the synopsis, but just be ready for a raw and emotional love that will tear your heart to pieces. There might be a point during the read, where you ask yourself, how can these two ever get to their happily ever after? But don’t give up. It’s coming. I promise you. Helena Hunting ALWAYS delivers, even if she makes you work for it.
I’ll be honest with you and say that FRACTURES IN INK was simply unputdownable! There are absolutely NO stopping points in this read. So sit back, relax, and grab a couple of boxes of tissues and have a friend on standby to talk it out with you. This is a ‘book hangover’ worthy romance that will destroy you and make you whole again. It was a STUNNING and EMOTIONAL rollercoaster that I never wanted to get off of. Helena Hunting has shattered and mended my heart once again!
I’d been seeking out Chris as much as I could lately, even though he was worried about my lack of sleep. My feelings for him had become like weeds, growing faster than I could contain them. I should’ve been protecting my heart instead of trying to hand it over so it could be crushed later.
So tonight, instead of pushing him to talk about whatever was making him hurt, I let him have what he wanted: an escape. I could be that.
I was exactly that every night I worked in the club. I was my customers’ escape from life, from the wives who ignored them, or from the girlfriends who didn’t exist. I smiled and batted my eyelashes and pretended their lewd comments were funny.
Tonight I could easily be whatever Chris needed, and if that was naked and a distraction from the things outside of his control, so be it. Or that’s what I told myself as I pushed his boxers over his hips.
My clothing took a little longer to remove since I was fully dressed. Chris wasn’t as slow as usual, or gentle. There was an urgency in him I’d never experienced before. What he wouldn’t give me in words, he gave me in actions. Desperation leaked through, making him frantic as he pulled my shirt over my head and fought with the clasp on my bra.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I just wanna get my hands on all of you.”
I brushed him away, taking care of the bra for him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I opened my legs and welcomed him between them. He locked shaking fingers around the waistband of my jeans and paused, his expression clouding.
“You sure you’re okay with this?”
“With you wanting me?” I popped the button.
He lifted his gaze. “I fucking need you.”
I shivered at his tone, wishing it indicated a different kind of need—a sustained one that was more than physical. But I pushed the feelings down, locked them inside my aching heart, and released my zipper. “Then you should have me.”