ALL I WANT (ALABAMA SUMMER #2) - REVIEW
Number of books in this series: 5
Where I Belong
All I Want
When I Fall
Where We Belong
What I Need
Theme: M/F
Whoa.....
These Bama boys are seriously hot. Right now I'm at war over who is sexier - Ben or Luke. And I'm about to start Reed's story so I'm betting this is going to be a three-way debate.
Luke's and Tessa's story continues from the first book and we meet up with them one year later. You definitely want to make sure and read these books in order. There is plenty of background story for this pair in the first book - Where I Belong.
Being in the same small town and hanging out with the same small group of people has Luke and Tessa running into each other often. Their "fling" ended last summer, but neither one of them has the ability to let the other go completey. Neither is willing to admit to the other that it was more.
Luke wants her, but isn't willing to let her into his drama completely.
Tessa want's him, but fears he doesn't want the same things in life as her.
One-click this series NOW! I know most of you reading this probably already have it. I think I'm the only one out there who had no idea how hot these Bama Boys were.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with Reed.... ; )
A link to the author's website can be found here.....
BLURB
Book two in the Alabama Summer series.
***Author’s Note*** All I Want is a standalone novel, but to fully appreciate the f****ed-up mess that is Luke & Tessa, pick up Where I Belong first.
Luke Evans is a heartbreaker.
I didn’t want to give mine to him. Not when he kept me out.
He gave me enough, just enough to make me fall in love with him. I say this to convince myself. But I know the truth.
I would’ve fallen in love with him at a distance.
Handing my heart over to Luke was the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I was naive when I wished for more, when I hoped he wanted the same things I did.
I try to hate him. I try to forget him.
But it’s not that easy.
Love is a ruthless bitch, and I’m her latest victim.
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Tessa Kelly is a man-eater.
When she sets her sights on you, she doesn’t just consume your heart, she goes for your soul.
What we had was perfect, real, and all I would ever want.
But she destroyed it.
She destroyed us.
I try to hate her. I try to forget her.
But it’s not that easy.
Love is for people who have hope, and I have none.
**Warning: This books is recommended for readers over the age of 18 due to strong language and explicit sexual content.
EXCERPT
I moan against his touch, blocking out the familiarity of it, and purely focusing on the thickness of his fingers. Shit, I’m soaked. Practically dripping. And I know it’s for him. There’s no other explanation for it. Pissed off, hungry Luke Evans can work my body into a frenzy, without even touching me.
But he is touching me.
When two fingers enter me and his thumb finds my clit, I drop my head back against the wood and my legs shake beneath me.
“Oh my God,” I whimper.
“Do I need to tell you what to do with that?” he asks, his voice laced with arrogance as he glances down at my hand that remains stagnant against his cock.
“God, I fucking hate you.” I pull his cock free and wrap my hand around it, feeling him thicken in my palm. He grabs the back of my neck, tilting my head up to look at him as I stroke up his length.
“Yeah, I hate you too, babe,” he grits out, our faces a breath away from each other. I ignore the sentiment and narrow in on my task, spreading the pre-cum around with my thumb as my entire body starts to burn up.
“Harder,” he growls. “Squeeze me, Tessa. You know what I like.”
I do. I know exactly what he likes. And I hate that I know it. I grip him harder, pumping him faster, as he finger-fucks me against the door. I can’t look at him. He’s too close. His mouth is right there, and I know it’ll kill me if I taste him.
God, please don’t kiss me right now.
Clamping my eyes shut, I feel my skin flush as his thumb pulses against my clit. I’m so close to coming and I know he’s right there with me. He’s throbbing in my hand, moaning against my ear, and I could let this play out how we both want it to. Just a few more strokes, another slide of his fingers, and it’ll be over.
This will be over.
And I’ll regret every second of it.
