Dazed Bullet
Scarred Bullet, #1
by Serena Kearney
Releasing
June 26th 2016
Self-Published
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Dazed
Bullet (Scarred Bullet, #1) . . .
Hot, intense, and fast pace read. The heat blazed around Daze and Bullet. There was nothing to stop once that bullet was struck and the daze of smoke filled the space.
I got me a read that gave back. I got an exchange that promises to intensify. I got a story with hidden secrets, dark cracks, and deep valleys. Serena Kearney got herself a winner here.
**This ARC was provided via Tasty Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
Blurb
I
have a temper. I’m angry. That’s a given.
How
I take it out? At my job in the boxing room of our gym. I’ve spent over a year
trying to harness it, but I wasn’t by myself.
Almost
every night, like clockwork, he’s there on one side and I’m at the other. He is
big, rugged, but handsome.
He’s
also scary. Silent. Deadly.
When
I hear the name Bullet, you would think I would have gone running in the other
direction.
I
didn’t. I should.
He
has a past.
He
has secrets. Danger. Pain. Sorrow.
Little
did I know that it would just bring us closer together.
“Spar?” Wow. I’ve never actually done this.
“You want me to hit you?” I pointed
to him.
He crossed his arms. “Don’t worry, I can take
a hit.” He smirked.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” I gave a small
laugh.
“Are you scared of me?” He tilted his head
slightly.
Yes.
“No.” I cleared my throat.
“Look, I’m not going to go full-force on you,
because obviously, I could just break you.” He pointed up and down my body. “I
already know you can handle yourself, but it’s about having control and
defending yourself properly, especially from someone tw—” his eyes roamed me
again as he paused “—three times your
size.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Now, we’ll start off slow, get you used to
it.” He got in his boxing stance, and so did I. “Now, I’m going to throw three
jabs at you, and you’re going to block, okay?”
I nodded. His fists went flying at my arm as
I held it up, the first two weren’t bad, but the last one stung hard on my
forearm, but I took it.
“Did that hurt?”
Yes.
“No.”
His eyes flinched like he knew I was lying.
“Again.” When he punched, he took in breaths through his nose and let out three
sharp grunts. It took my mind somewhere else in the bedroom… until the three
hits stung so hard on my arms, but I gritted my teeth and took it. “Did that
hurt?”
Fuck
yes.
“No.”
He let out a big sigh and put his arms down
as he stood straight. “Listen, the thing about sparring, it’s about control and
trust.” I swallowed. “If you aren’t
honest with each other, it’s not safe for either of you. Sparring is a
relationship. You have to be honest, and I know those hits hurt, because even
though I was holding back, I know my hits and I wasn’t gentle.”
Nothing like being caught in my own lies.
“Okay, fine.” I sighed.
He got back in his stance and threw the same
hits at me again. “Now, did that hurt?”
He watched me and was staring me down.
“Yes.” I sighed.
“Good.”
Author Info
I love to write! I LOVE to read! Sometimes I have to balance
it out... No. Don't read that... write...but then if the book calls to me, I have
to stop writing to finish the book....HA! Go figure! I love green tea in
the mornings....yes tea... not coffee... tea. Don't get me wrong, I love coffee
too.....BUT I LOVE tea waaaay more! I love straws... don't judge, but I
just have to have a straw when I drink things...I don't know why.
I love CAKES! Red velvet...mmmm.... Chocolate
too! Cookies..... ok gotta stop or I'm gonna make myself hungry. I love
animals, especially my cat, Bongo-Bongo... yes... I love double names too.
And of course, last, BUT NOT least, my wonderful soul of a mate
husband... yeah, I said it... soul mate... husband. But hey, I still can
swoon over book boyfriends!!
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