Genres: Erotica, Fiction, General
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What happens to a person when they're literally brought to their knees?
Captain Beau Harris' entire world came crumbling down. His own guilt consumed him to the point he was confined to the tortures of his own mind and faced with the reality of his own fate.
Until her. The one woman he should run from. The one woman who could bring light and warmth into his dark, cold world even though he's content with the reality he's destined to suffer.
She should be forbidden, yet she’s not.
Temptation has no boundaries. It teases you until you have nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, except straight into the arms of the one person who could claim your soul.
You think you know what’s about to hit you. You have no idea.
STONE - book three in The Elite Forces Series is going to bring you to your knees.
ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.
Stone is the 3rd book in the series that Kathy and Hilary wrote and I liked it. I went in thinking I knew how it was going to turn out…not what I had been expecting. I’m on the fence to agree with the decisions that was made but I did enjoy it. This follows along in the series so you get to see past characters and met some new faces. I don’t want to go into detail on the story cause then that would give away spoilers, all I can say is that it had me from the get go, but at times felt rushed. I can’t wait to see where this goes.
“You going to stand there all day or get this shit done and over with, bitch?” He stands with his arms spread open as if he’s waiting for me to drive the first punch. That’s exactly what I do. I nail him with a right hook that lands on the side of his temple. He staggers, but before I have time to swing again, he plows into me with a kick to my stomach, followed by a punch that leads to a crunching noise from my nose. Blood spurts down my face, and pain ricochets from one side of my head to the other. His arms go up like he’s challenging me to come at him again.
“Come on, Harris, you need this. I can take it, you pussy. Let’s go.” And I explode with that phrase. I grab him by the back of the neck, rolling us to the floor. Fists start flying fast and furious as if we’re fighting for our lives. An explosive punch to his ribs sets him off exactly how I want him. He attacks with the force I need. Brutal punches to my face bring pain to the surface before a sweep of my leg has me dropping back down to the floor. I welcome the pain. I need the pain. It eggs me on and revitalizes me in a way I crave.
My next move is both spontaneous and unpredictable even to myself. I move swiftly and smoothly, snapping up off the floor. A swift kick to his jaw before I tumble backwards leaves him stunned and holding his face.
This is a fight with no rules, no winner, where neither one of us is looking to be the undisclosed master. It’s a language all of its own. This is a lesson I need and one he’s been dying to give. Only, I don’t plan to make it easy on him.
I know I’m hiding behind a mask of despair, and knowing this is when I let my guard down, when I decide to surrender and allow the man who has been doing his job as a friend to try and bring me back to the man I once was. I allow him to get one last destructive punch in. This is the one I need the most. The one that clearly knocks me on my goddamn ass until I’m lying there breathing heavily.
My mind starts to tell me it’s time to move on. My chest explodes inside, and I finally feel the shards of reality that are heating up the blood pumping through my veins. It’s time to realize she isn’t coming back to me. It’s time for me to take the lesson of life that has pulled me under this rough, intense current of self-destruction. It’s his punch to the side of my head that fucking makes me feel I’m alive. Here’s the best part though, I don’t care if I’m alive. I care about nothing. This isn’t living, and yet it’s all I’ve got.