Emma decided to skip the gym and went home early. It was the last easy decision she made because she found her roommate being raped by the boyfriend. She had two choices. Call the cops and be killed by his family’s mafia connections or kill him first and hope to survive. There was no choice to her. She killed the bastard first and went to the one person who could protect her. Carter Reed. He’s a weapon for the rivaling mafia family, but he’s also Emma’s secret. Not only was he best friends with her brother, but she’s the reason he became that weapon in the first place.
4.5 star review!
**ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.**
I absolutely loved this book and will definitely read it again when I get time between reviews.
When Emma puts herself in danger of the mob, she seeks out help from Carter Reed, the best friend of her deceased brother. I have never met a bad boy character quite like Carter. He’s not just your typical bad boy stereotype, he is the epitome of a true bad boy, being involved in actually illegal dealings that no person would ever imagine doing. Though he does it all in vengeance of her brother’s death.
Carter is definitely intense and I would have loved to have seen his feeling towards Emma portrayed a little more in his POV. You only got a tiny glimpse of his character in a personal light at the end of a few chapters.
I love how Emma still holds herself together even when she should be completely falling apart. She is definitely someone I would aspire to be like if I were to ever be put in such a life threatening situation. I am by far the most emotional person on this planet and would love to have her strength!
This was the first Tijan book I ever read and immediately had to read her Broken & Screwed series afterwards. I look forward to seeing the other fictional worlds she creates in the future!
When we got there, he let go, but I took his hand again and led him into the bathroom. His face had been battered from the beatings. There was dried blood over him, in his hair as well, and he stood there watching as I inspected every wound. He winced as I probed his ribs, so instead of having him lift his shirt over, I took a firm hold at the top and ripped it. It fell to the floor. My eyes took it all in. His chest and ribs had taken the brunt of the kicks, at least the ones I saw. The tips of my fingers softly grazed over him, and he hissed from the pain.
My eyes caught his. I saw the pain and took a deep breath. Strength surged inside of me. He needed mine so I pointed to the counter and murmured, “Sit.” My voice came out hoarse, and I bit down on my lip. Pain sliced me when he made a motion to vomit. When he didn’t, I let out the breath I’d been holding and warmed some washcloths.
Pressing it to the cut on his nose, the washcloth immediately turned red from the blood. He hissed some more when I continued to his swollen cheek, then his swollen eye.
“You should see a doctor.”
He nodded, closing his one eye. Slowly, he leaned forward and rested his forehead on my shoulder. His lips moved against my skin as he answered, “I had to see you first.”
My hand lifted to cradle the back of his head. I drew another deep breath in and rested my head against his. My eyes closed. I felt his pain and I hated it. He shouldn’t have been hurting, but I knew he put himself in that situation for a reason. So many questions flew in my head, but I refrained from asking. My fingers began to massage the back of his head, delicately at first and they grew stronger when he didn’t grimace or flinch away. Instead, his hand moved to the small of my back and he pressed me tighter against him. As I kept massaging, he grew more and more tired. His weight leaned on top of me until all of it was there. He had fallen asleep. I was holding him up and I stood there. I continued holding him. I would’ve stood there for hours, standing for him but a small movement caught my eye and I looked up.
Amanda had a hand to her mouth. She watched from the doorway. As she did, a lone tear slipped down. Then she mouthed, “He’s asleep?”
Imagine Dragons: Radioactive
AFI, song: Prelude
Alicia Keys: Girl on Fire
Audiomachine: the whole albums: Epica and Helios
Avicii: Wake Me Up
Butterfly Boucher: Bitter Song
Carrie Underwood: Blown Away, Two Black Cadillacs
The Civil Wars: Oh, Mama
Fall Out Boy: the entire album of Save Rock and Roll
Florence and the Machine: Breath of Life, What the Water Gave Me, Seven Devils, Leave My Body
Gossip: Listen Up, Yr Mangled Heart
OneRepublic: Counting Stars
Otis Taylor: Nasty Letter
The Pretty Reckless: Just Tonight, You, and Burn
The Script: Hall of Fame
Skylar Grey: Back From the Dead
The entire soundtrack from The Hunger Games
Charlie Mars: How I Roll
Turin Brakes: Dark On Fire
Susan Boyle: Hallelujah
Sun Kil Moon: Heron Blue, Carry Me Ohio · Sara Jackson-Holman: Freight Train
Princess One Point Five: With Light There Is Hope
Mumford and Sons: Broken Crown · Macklemore and Ryan Lewis: Ten Thousand Hours
Almost anything from Mr. SuicideSheep on Youtube and Chillstep mixes!
About the Author:
Tijan started writing later in life, after she had already graduated college with a different direction in mind and a different degree under her belt. Hitting the brakes on that path, she taught herself how to write a good book and began posting at sites such as Fictionpress, along with Wattpad. After receiving such encouraging messages from readers, she self-published Fallen Crest High and has continued throughout the year. She continues to keep writing NA books!