Ralou’s Review: Return of the Bad Boy by Jessica Lemmon

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Ralou’s Review: Return of the Bad Boy by Jessica Lemmon

Ralou’s Review: Return of the Bad Boy by Jessica LemmonReturn of the Bad Boy by Jessica Lemmon
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Published by Forever on April 26th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance
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Source: Rock Star PR

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.

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book review: 4 “Sarge” stars!

“We were always fated to be, you were meant for me.” – Fated –

The I thoroughly enjoyed it doesn’t even begin to cover how much I loved this book and the story it tells. A story that totally captured my heart and made me fall head over heels with the amazing and unforgettable Ashria (Asher + Gloria = Ashria 😉 ). There ISN’T a thing that I didn’t love about the Return of the Bad Boy since Jessica Lemmon once again did her magic and created a love with a plot you can’t resist read and surrender to it.

His girl.

The story begins when Asher Knight, the lead singer of Knight Time, learns he is the father of a 3-year-old son who is the product of one of his one-night stands with one groupie of his. So, as the responsible and sensitive man Ash is, he does everything in his power to build a bond with his boy and became the best dad he could ever had. That’s why he goes to stay in the same town with him so he can be close and spend more time with him. And as fate always has it, he meets there the one woman he never forgot and never saw her as another knoght in his belt; his agent, Gloria Shields, who manages his children-books’-author career and was, at one time, his girlfriend.

It was scary to see your future reflected in someone else’s eyes.

The irony in their situation is that his son’s mother may was the reason Asher and Gloria broke up and had a long time to see each other, but his son was the one who brought them back together. And from there, they didn’t have any other choice but to thrive and create a world full of their love I couldn’t get enough!

“You won’t take me down, Sarge. You’re too busy standing up for me.”

The chemistry which lives and breathes, not only between these two, but among every character in this book is simply amazing. I couldn’t run from it and I really didn’t want to because it gifted me with moments full of beautiful emotions that I will cherish. Everything was connected and blended together so carefully and lovely which made the book even more special.

And please tell me where I can find an Asher Knight for myself too! Because D A M N! He’s sooooo good. I died every time he was with his little boy and I drooled every time he was with Gloria. His actions was one with his heart. Each thing he did, it came from the deepest parts of his heart where his love for the two of the most important people in his life was living. His sensitivity, sweetness, thoughtfulness, hotness, kindness are only SOME of the incredible characteristics Asher is unleashing when he’s around those he cares about. I wish I could brag for hours about what did for each of those, but I don’t want to spoil the first time you are going to feel things I felt when I read him doing them.

“We are always a we. No matter what.”

I have become really accounted with Jessica Lemmon’s writing and irresistible way of story-unfolding and after each book I read of hers, I become a witness of them getting even greater. Whoever hasn’t get s/his hands on her stories, what are you waiting for? She is one of the MUST authors for me and every time my hands get ownership of one of her books, every time I get really excited because I know, whatever she has written, it’s going to be really good and unique.




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Gloria nodded at Evan, and he and Brice made their way through the crowd—which hadn’t thinned even a little despite the band leaving the stage—and walked in the direction of the bar. Gloria figured they’d get back about the time the band took the stage again, which left her with Asher in the interim.

“I didn’t realize you were invited,” she said over the melee.

“I see that.” The corners of his mouth turned down.

“Why did he invite you?” she asked, curious.

“He wants me,” Asher said, a bored expression on his face.

“No. He wants me.” She pressed her fingers into her chest.

Asher leaned closer to speak to her and it took everything in her not to back away a step. Him close had a way of messing with her equilibrium…even more than the whiskey.

“I meant he wants to sign the band, Sarge. He’s probably buttering you up to get to me.”

“What?” she asked, slightly offended. “How egotistical are you?”

“I’m not being egotistical,” he said. “That’s a fact. And you’re welcome.”

Oh, he was too much. “I’m welcome?”

“Yeah. Now that I’m here, you won’t have to touch him. He won’t get within three feet of you.” Stubble lined his jaw, fire burned in his eyes, and he stood close enough that his body heat blanketed her. “Promise.”

“Listen, Asher”—she cleared her throat and tore her eyes away from his biceps, which were absolutely delicious and testing the limits of his T-shirt in the most distracting way possible—“I don’t know what you think you’re doing—”

“No, you listen.” He palmed her hip much like Brice had earlier, but unlike Brice, when Asher touched her, her nipples perked up and every inch of her grew warm. Asher’s nearness, one hand gripping her firmly as he looked down at her with dark hunger in his eyes, was so hot she couldn’t think.

The crowd milling around them were having loud, drunken conversations, so he lowered his face to her ear to speak.

“I’m coming for you, Sarge.” His hand moved from her hip to her lower back, his fingers splaying wide and slipping beneath the material of her shirt. “Bet you’ve never had anyone come for you, have you?” His nose moved along her ear, warm breath tickling her skin. “Bet you were a rebellious teen with a nose ring and a bad attitude and all you wanted was to feel good.”

No nose ring, but the rest was scarily accurate.

“Well, guess what, honey?” he continued, his fingertips sizzling on her bare skin. “I’m going to make you feel good. I’m the only one who can.”

He pulled his face away and she had to will her mouth to close. Her teeth clacked together as her brain scrambled to figure out what part she should argue with first. Wrenching a fist around his T-shirt, she tugged him close. A small smile played on his mouth, and his hand went higher beneath her shirt. He was anticipating a kiss, but she wasn’t going to kiss him.

“Listen up, you arrogant bastard.” Anger vibrated through her arms and a charge shot from her toes to the crown of her head. “You don’t get to claim me. I’m not your property. I can do whatever I want.” Because she wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, she added, “And I can do whomever I want.”

His lips flinched, but he didn’t back away, stepping even closer and touching the tip of her nose with his. Her vision was now swimming in dark hair, dark eyes, and the sexiest smirk she’d ever seen.

It’s not sexy. It’s stupid, remember?

But it wasn’t. And the rest of her knew it. Her nipples tightened, her body tingled, and the hand she’d wrapped around his shirt began to sweat . . .


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