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They always say that two wrongs don’t make a right…
Well, she was wrong for breaking into a house that didn’t belong to her; even if she and her daughter had nowhere else to go.
And, I was wrong for watching her on the surveillance camera as she moved through the house and climbed into bed.
So I offered her a job and a home.
Wrong has never felt so right.
Now, I want to make the biggest impact yet…
I want to make her mine.
Impact is volume 3 in the Iron Orchids Series but may be read and enjoyed as a standalone contemporary romance.
ALSO BY DANIELLE NORMAN:
Danielle is a Harley riding romance writer. Most days she can be found in jeans, t-shirts, and pearls (she’s a lady like that).
Danielle writes about men that will open the door for you during the day and throw you against them at night. She loves stories that will make you laugh and fall in love without all of the emotional baggage faced every day in our real lives.
And her talent is the ability to tell the difference between a rye, wheat, corn, or potato vodka in just 1 sip, but she prefers a few glasses just to be certain.
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This is a fun, sweet and sexy read with low angst with no cheating, no manwhores and it has a feel-good vibe to it. It is well written like all the other books by this author but once again for me I felt that something was missing. Do I know what it was? No.
I’ll tell you exactly why I can’t give it more than three stars.
The plot of the book is solid. The Hero lets the heroine live in one of his show homes, well that’s not entirely the right word. She is a squatter, but she has her reasons why.
The author lays it out what Katy’s struggles were and how the past nine years have been she would do anything different and she sacrificed a lot that her experiences broke my heart a wee bit. But yes, there is always a but, at times it was too much.
The Hero doesn’t ask how the heroine knew to apply for the position as his secretary. He only checked a website for candidates but didn’t post anything that he was looking for a new secretary.
Or maybe I overlooked that?
Was it mentioned by the heroine that she was looking for a flat to the Hero? He asks her to housesit but come on she must have cottoned on to it.
Those two points could have been tightened IMO.
The humor and banter is top notch but I think that romantic comedies can be taken too far when there is too much humor that takes away my attention from the overall plot. Which for me happened here.
The star of the book is Bee she is so frigging adorable. The Christakos Greek family is the best it really added that special touch to the book.
The MC relationship felt somewhat strained IMO and it was so slow. Damon did everything he could think of to make Katy feel at ease. Her mistrust in everything got to be really annoying.
I really need to ponder if I want to continue with the series.
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser @ RBA Designs
Cover Photo: Lindee Robinson
Cover Models: Daria Rottenberk and Logan Parks
His fingers, spread on my hips, slipped around to my stomach. I wanted to fight it. Wanted to step away from him. But the hum of my body wouldn’t allow it. He lowered his head, burying his nose into my neck. “You smell amazing.” Though my thighs quivered, I tried to remain indifferent. “It’s called sweat.” His body shook with laughter. “Well, then I’d like nothing more than to taste your sweat.” The thought of his lips on my neck sent a delicious shiver rocking through me. “Do lines like that normally work for you?” “Who said it’s a line?” His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt and coasted across my stomach. “God, you feel amazing.” “You’re a horny guy. Of course, I do.” He shook his head, his nose running along my jawline. “I may be horny, but you still feel right in my arms. I’m wondering how you’d feel beneath me.” I jerked away from his grasp, spinning to face him. “That.” I jammed my finger into his chest. “That right there is why this was a bad idea.” The traitorous hum of my body persisted as the lights flashed across his confused face. “It’s like you’re capable of being normal for like two minutes then you turn into an asshole. I don’t get it. And I’m over it.”
Warning: This book is full of triggers. It’s wicked dark, with created evil falling in love. People die. They are hurt horribly. The bad guys get away, and there is no apology for it. Hardcore trigger within these pages.
Leaving me to my misery, Master and the doctor left the room to speak in harsh whispers in the hallway. Curling myself into a ball, I kept crying harder and harder until I was gasping for breath. Master threw a glare my way before leading the doctor far away from my room.
The pain, the loss, shot through me like I was taking a bullet to the heart. How could I have done this? How could I put my precious little one through something this awful? I was as bad as Master. I was a monster like him. Crying harder at my thoughts, my eyes caught on the doorway in time to see someone peeking in. My body relaxed in one great whoosh. Jacob was here. He slipped into the room and crept into the bed with me. Ignoring the blood and filth on the towels, for the first time, Jacob took me into his arms. I curled into his chest, inhaling his clean, crisp scent through the tears.
“I’m sorry, Alana. I couldn’t get here sooner, and I can’t stay here long. He’ll come back soon.”
It didn’t matter. He was here now, and I clung to him, curling my fingers into his shirt and holding on desperately. In his arms, the pain dulled, and I could handle it. I could cry into his chest and be held. I could be fragile, and he’d catch the broken pieces. His lips trailed up the side of my neck, soft kisses that pushed away the agony and warmed me.
“You can do it. You’re strong enough. Hold on a little longer,” he whispered into my skin. I believed it because he did too.
So I lifted my face so his lips could touch mine.
Soft and warm, his mouth was different. He slipped over the scars of my abuse and filled in the cervices left behind. Maybe it was the medicine making me fanciful, but I thought I could ask for this. That maybe I would ask him to take me. That I’d like to have him. But then, he was pulling away.
“I have to go. I’ll be with you later. Look for me.”
And as fast as he’d come, he was gone, but the pain was behind a wall, one he’d built high. He gave me strength, and I would use it to survive. I’d done the right thing, as horrible as it was, and I knew he didn’t judge me for it. We’d done this together, and it made the load easier to bear. Master stomped his way back into the room, face scarlet and chest heaving like a locomotive. I wanted to cringe at his bald fists, but I couldn’t move. I was too tired, or too resigned maybe, to care.
LeTeisha is all about deep angst and angry heroes who take a bit more loving to smooth their rough edges. Love comes in many sizes, shapes, and colors, as well as with—or without—absolute beauty and fairy tale sweetness. She writes the darker tales because life is hard … but love is harder.
Publisher: Vesuvian Books
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