Series: Hope Town #2
Published by Self-Published on July 14th 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I've loved once. I gave everything that I had to that love. Blindly believing that nothing could ever take that feeling away from me. Away from us. And when my little world of happiness was ripped from my fingers, I felt a loss that still haunts me to this day.
Now I use that lingering grief as a shield to keep my heart from loving again. It's that fear that keeps me from letting anyone, except my daughter, get close enough to make it hurt. To make my heart bleed when I inevitably lose again.
Until the day I met Liam Beckett and everything I thought I had protected myself from was shoved back in my face.
He's on a mission to prove to me that a love worth having is a love worth fighting for.
I have mentioned before just how much I love the Corps Security Series and spin-off series Hope Town isn’t any different. The major draw for me besides the yummy alpha-male heroes who dedicate their very lives to their women is the life lessons in each and every story.
Megan has barely been living for these past three years. She is ridden by guilt and despair and is having a difficult time moving on after losing her husband Jack. The only thing that keeps her sane is her beautiful and sweet daughter, Molly. Her best friend Dani has also has been a huge help but there has always been a limit to what she is willing to share with her.
Liam has witnessed firsthand just how eternal love can be. He decided long ago that he wants the intense relationship that his parents possess and is determined to never settle for anything less. As soon as he catches sight of Megan he knew right there and then that she was the one that could provide that for him. Knowing the extent of Megan’s pain however he waits in the sidelines giving her the time and space that she needs to heal.
This is what I loved most about the book… Liam. I admired his patience, persistence and his perseverance. He cared for Megan so much that he willing to do anything for her even if it meant waiting for longer than accepted. I liked that he was cognizant enough to notice her moods and offered her support when needing it the most. I love that it was him that opened her eyes and forced her to live and love again.
Of course he didn’t do all of this alone. His family and friends were there every step of the way. I do have to admit that this might be confusing for some (to include all those previous characters into this story) but personally I thought it was fantastic. I have been following these characters from the very start and to see how they were all doing was the icing on the cake!
The only thing that I found a tad overwhelming was Molly. Don’t get me wrong… I really did think that she was adorable and thought it was endearing just how they accepted her into their fold but her entire role was overdone. Although it was amusing at the start as the story progressed I had difficulties picturing some of my favorite alpha-male(s) being that girlie and childlike.
Besides that, I thought “Bleeding Love” was a wonderful story of acceptance, of healing and finding love again. From the “Dedication” at the very beginning to the “Feeling Alive” list at the very end – I know this is one story that old and new fans of the series would definitely enjoy.
“Last chance,” he tells me with a wicked grin. “And this time I mean last one, darlin’. We take this step and make no doubt about it, you will be mine. You give me this and I fucking promise you that I will never make you regret taking that step. You ready to jump from that chapter you’ve been skimming through and skip into mine?”
I give him a smile, one that is full of confidence and not the least bit unsure as the words that he had told me weeks before come back between us.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Buckle up, baby.”
My smile doesn’t slip for a second. Not when I pull my belt across my chest. Not when he slams the door and races to his own. It grows wider when he slams the truck in drive and fishtails back onto the path that will take us back toward town. It isn’t until his big hand reaches out and takes my leg in his strong hold that my smile slips slightly, but it only slips because my head falls back and I whimper and try to rub my legs together to ease the ache between them. I lose the smile completely when my mouth drops open and that whimper turns into a loud whine as his long fingers dance up my legs until he slips beneath the hem on my shorts and pushes my panties to the side, pressing against my clit in sure movements that have me panting in seconds.
“Fucking drenched,” he grounds out through his tightly clamped teeth.
I roll my head against the headrest and look across the cab at his face. His finger dips from my swollen clit and as he drops his hand lower, his wrist twists slightly so that when he gets there his finger slides deep inside me.
My legs spread instantly when his thick finger fills me and I hear his rumbled groan fill the space around us as he slides his finger as deep as his position allows before pulling it back, then repeating his movements until I can feel myself soaking his hand. If he keeps this up, I won’t last. He adds a second finger and my hand digs into the door and I reach out, wrapping my other around his forearm and choke on shattered breaths when he thrusts his fingers so deep, I feel like I’ve been electrocuted as he hits that spot that has me panting, whimpering and begging incoherently.
“Please, Lee, please,” I pant. How I formed those words, I’ll never know.
“Fuck,” he snarls, the sound making my arousal spike even higher. “You’ll call me that when I’m so deep inside you my balls will be soaked with this sweetness.”
His fingers curl and I pant, my hand cramping around the force of my grip.
“Please, oh God. Not without you, please.”
I pray he understands my plea and when he curses, I know he gets me. His hand leaves my pants and I cry out, causing him to spit out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. His leg slams down and I feel the truck pick up speed as I watch him take his fingers to his mouth and lick every drop of my wetness from his skin.
“Holy shit,” I exhale.
“You’re getting my mouth first, darlin’. That wasn’t enough of a taste and fuck me, I’m starved.”
I say nothing, just continue to feel like my heart is about to slam from my chest as I continue to shift my legs back and forth in attempt to ease the burn he’s lit between my legs.