Return of the Bad Boy
Second Chance, #4
Second Chance, #4
by Jessica Lemmon
Releasing April 26th 2016
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Return of the Bad Boy (Second Chance, #4) . . .
BAD BOY! Bad Boy! Bad boy. Wowwie wow. I must seek and find this Evergreen Cove. This is not my first book from Jessica Lemmon, but it is my first in this series. I must say OOOOOOOOOOOOh hot damn. I am so needing to pick up the other. I sooooooooooooooo hope they melt the pages like this one did. I was read to move to the next page but not ready for this to end. I was wanting to hold on for more and then some more. I was impatient to make it to the next page but then not wanting it to end.
Asher, Asher, Asher. Can I call you Ash. Where did you come from? Asher is not your typical bad boy rocker. This man has a complete other side to him. It was in the fact that he was a children's book author. This captured my heart strings. This man did not let much get in his way. When it did he found a way around it all.
Gloria was our sassy, smart mouth, sexy female with a past and the hots for the wrong man. She knows this to be a fact. Then he sets his eyes on her. She was not sure if she could run fast enough to get away.
I have to give it up to Jessica she has brought it and then some. I could read this one again. But this time it will be with the others in the series. I want to get the whole Evergreen Cove experience.
**This ARC was provided via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.**
Second Chance series:
Bringing Home the Bad Boy – Second Chance, #1
Rescuing the Bad Boy – Second Chance, #2
A Bad Boy for Christmas – Second Chance, #3
Return of the Bad Boy – Second Chance #4
He's a mess...
Asher Knight has three constants in his life: music, beautiful women, and a bottle of Jack. He lives for the next gig, the next city, and dreams only of a life spent in front of an arena full of screaming fans. But Asher's nomad ways come to a sudden stop when he learns he's the father of a three-year-old from a past relationship and suddenly this rock star bad boy is forced to put down roots.
Only she can clean up
Gloria Shields is no one's fool. Sure, the sexual chemistry between her and Asher has always been intense, but she'd never risk giving her heart to a man who has a perfect record for breaking them. Except the man desperate to make things right with his newfound son is nothing like the rock god she's guarded her heart against for years. And it isn't long before she starts to wonder if life with this bad boy might be the best thing that's ever happened to her.
Asher ate the tomato, sliding his gaze to Gloria and then peeling his body away from her. Before her brains could leak out of her ears and she did something horrifying, like swoon, she went on the offensive.
“What BS were you telling Evan out there?” she asked.
His smile held. “Don’t worry about it, toots.”
He rested a palm on her hip, leaned past her, and lifted her wineglass. Gloria most certainly did not watch as he took a drink, then licked his lips when a single red droplet clung to his mouth. No, she did not. And she did not feel every internal organ lean a little closer to him while she forced her feet to stay firmly planted on the exact spot of the kitchen’s tiled floor. Nope. That didn’t happen, either.
“I’m here for the main course,” he told Charlie, relinquishing the wineglass to Gloria and holding out his hands. Charlie handed over the tray holding the burgers and dogs.
“Sarge, follow me out.”
“Because Evan is opening the whiskey and we’re all doing shots.” He sent Charlie a sharp smile. “Ace, you’re invited, too.”
“I’ll stick with wine, thanks.”
“Me too,” Gloria said.
Lyon ran through the kitchen, Tank following. “We’ll go out!”
“No whiskey for him either,” Charlie put in. “Give me this.” She swiped the tray and walked out to the patio, leaving Gloria and Asher in the kitchen.
Alone. Intentionally, no doubt.
“Not like you to turn down whiskey,” he told her.
“I’m trying to be a good guest. We fight when we drink whiskey.”
“That’s not all we do when we drink whiskey.” His smile was penetrating.
No. He was right about that. They also kissed. And hugged. Full-body, no-clothing-necessary kind of hugs. The best kind. Gah.
A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.