Jesse….oh my good lord Jesse. WOW!!
Jesse Carter is a war veteran, a former fireman, a brother, a son, a member of the Knights Rebels, and damaged good. At least that’s how he sees it. Being in an MC allows him the freedom to drink and screw as many women as he wants…and he does. He doesn’t believe in happily ever after. He doesn’t believe in handing his balls over to a woman like his MC brothers have done. He is happy and content to be on his own, doing his own thing, when he wants, how he wants, and who he wants. Until Bell comes along.
“I didn’t think I was capable of feeling anything more than what I have always offered, more than what I have ever been given. But having Bell come into my life has shown me that’s not true.”
Bell Johnson has lived a sheltered life since the loss of her sister. Never having found a body, her parents have protected their two remaining daughters with everything they have. Including having their 23 year old daughter living at home. When she finds out that Jesse and the Knights Rebels, more specifically Jesse, may be able to help her find her sister she jumps in feet first without thinking of the consequences.
Jesse and Bell having undeniable chemistry but at what cost? Jesse’s demons are always hovering just under the surface and Bell is so inexperienced with men and life that Jesse doesn’t want to impart his darkness on her light. Bell has always believe that love is enough to conquer all. What happens when those demons come to surface physically and verbally? Can love really be enough?
“I want you to fight for her, Jesse. I want you to sort your shit out. Drop this guilt you think you have because of me and win her back. I wanted to die. Yes. But you didn’t let me. Do I think about that every day of my life, wishing you let me go? No. I think about how grateful I am I survived. I wasn’t to die Jesse. I know that now. I wish you could see it too.”
This book is AMAZING!!! I have read all of the Knights Rebel books and loved them but this is by far the best one yet. River knocked this out of the park. The struggles that Jesse lives with are so true to life for so many people. I absolutely LOVED that even at his worst, Bell would not let Jesse push her away completely. This book definitely does not lack heat either. Can’t wait for more in this series!!!!
I wake up to the heat of someone’s palm against my shoulder. Twisting around, my hand moves faster than my brain, and I snatch it off me.
“Jesse, it’s me, Bell,” she rushes out before I can take it any further.
“Fuck.” I release my grip on her arm and sit up, forcing myself back to the here and now.
“Did I hurt you?” I reach for her searching for any sign of a mark left by me.
“It’s fine. You barely touched me.” She holds her arm out letting me inspect it. I check it over one more time before releasing her and relaxing.
“You wanna talk about it?” I study her face, eyes calm, soft mouth. She’s not freaking out.
“Just some shit that visits my dreams sometimes, nothing that needs to touch you,” I reply, shocked I’m not retreating.
“I don’t mind, Jesse,” she pushes, and I almost cave. Almost.
“The last thing I want to do is talk about this shit, Bell.” She doesn’t argue or press, and I’m grateful for it. I don’t think I’d be able to keep my cool if she did.
“Come back to sleep.” She lies back down and I follow her. She doesn’t ask me any more questions, or make me feel like I need to tell her everything.
“That ever happens again, don’t wake me,” I warn. A menacing thought strikes through me picturing what could have happened if I didn’t wake in time. She’s lucky I didn’t hurt her, like the last time a woman touched me while I had a nightmare.
“You don’t always have to be so brave, Jesse.” Her hand moves to my dog tags. I don’t stop her. I’m starting to like the feeling of her hands touching them.
“Never tried to be, Bell. But talking doesn’t help me. Never has.” I think back to the time when I did try and it forced me out of control. Talking about those triggers only amplified my insecurities. When death sits afar, mocking you in the dangerous confines of your surroundings, it fucks with your head; nothing was going to change it.
Besides, my issues weren’t what I had done. They were what I had survived. My conscience wasn’t clear and my honor wasn’t clean.
“Promise me you won’t touch me.” I keep my tone even, controlled.
“I promise.” I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips. Maybe one day I will let someone in. Let her in.
Today isn’t that day.
But today, I didn’t push her away.
That has to count for something.
An avid reader of romance and erotic novels, her love for books and reading fueled her passion for writing. Reading no longer sated her addiction, so she started writing in secret. She never imagined that her dream of publishing a novel would ever be achievable.
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Paperback set of the Knights Rebels series,