That’s what Jenna Haines felt when she discovered that her
relationship with Rex Winchester was anything but real.With
a broken heart, and a deep sadness running through her veins she
picked up the pieces and forced herself to move on. After all, what
better place to start fresh than at University of California,
Berkeley?That is until the day she finds out Rex got accepted to Berkeley too, and
that he will be following her off to college. To add salt to the
wounds, it seems as if he will do anything to win her back. With Rex,
on the prowl and her heart being the prey can she resist his advances
Even more so can she move on from the vengeful things he once did and fall
into a deep bittersweet love? Or will the hate, lies, and secrets
break them beyond repair? Is love really capable of healing all
wounds or is everything still just a lie?
If you read Bittersweet Revenge by J.L. Beck, you have to got read Bittersweet Love. It is novella and the most important follow up for Jenna, Rex, Corey and the rest of the gang. How they all ended up at the same college is just a little more than Jenna wants to think about. But this is college. It is a whole new start for her. She is not going to let the pain of the past get in the way of her future.
Jenna will avoid all of the Winchester boys while she is here. She needs to move on with her life and she needs to get beyond the pain of the past. But that lasts somewhere between one week and never. Of course, nothing is going to go the way she had planned. But the question is about forgiveness. Can Jenna forgive Rex? Can she forgive the pain that Corey caused? Can she move on and truly find the one that makes her happy? Or is the one that will make her happy standing right in front of her?
As I mentioned, this is a novella and gives Jenna and Rex the closure that they need on their relationship answering questions of the past, healing for the future. This is great novella to follow up Bittersweet Revenge and if you have read that, I high recommend the follow up with Bittersweet Love. I am looking forward to the third book in this series as well as I have become quite attached to the characters and their stories.
Just as I’m about to get up to go to the bathroom a ‘hot as hell’
man comes sauntering up to the table. His head is held high, he’s
wearing relaxed fitted jeans, and a dark shirt, with a leather
jacket. Just as the light from the strobes shine onto to his face, I
gasp backing up into the booth. He is the last man I want to see
His voice is deep and honeyed just as I remember it. There are no
hard feelings between us now, but it doesn’t mean that being around
him doesn’t remind me of my ex. Hell, that’s his twin it’s like
looking at a clone of him.
I say hesitant. It’s impossible not to have some type of affect
when he talks to you. His voice makes you want to melt into him, to
give into every single demand he has, and he’s a very demanding
“Long time no see beautiful.” I find myself leaning into him, but pull
away immediately afraid he may have noticed. He’s right, long time
no see. It’s been four months since I last talked to him. I tried
my best to ignore him but he slowly got under my skin and we created
this friendship that was easy going. He knew what it was like to be
me, and that was it.
“Don’t call me beautiful, and sorry I’ve been busy. I didn’t even know
you were living in this area.” I was shocked by the courage in my
voice. Since Rex, I’ve been able to speak my mind and talk for
myself more. Instead of being Mimi’s shadow I create my own.
A smile creeps onto his face, tingles go down my spine. The kind I use
to get when Rex smiled at me. Yup, there’s still an effect
“But you are beautiful so I’m just speaking the truth. As for why I’m
here, I’m sure you already know that. As you know, where Rex goes I
go. So now, I will grant you my wonderful presence.” Great. The
arrogance oozes from him reminding me of why I use to consider him an
“That’s great and all, but you and your brother can just go back to wherever
it is you came from. No assistance from any of the Winchester’s is
needed here.” I say as nice as humanly possible. Instead of taking
a sip of drink, I down the rest of the glass unable to deal with this
situation anymore without more alcohol in my system.
I get up to get another drink, but am pushed back into the booth. I
look up angrily at Ryder as he smiles down at me. “Allow me to get
it for you, I’ll be right back.” I ease back allowing him to do
this one thing for me. What could go wrong it’s just a drink?
In no time he’s back with my drink, and a drink of his own. He slides
into the booth, just as I take my first sip of the beverage.
“Are you even old enough to be drinking?” He asks. I look up at him
astonished by his question.
“Are you?” An arrogant-assholish smile mares his face and I feel myself
getting that urge to punch him again.
“No, but no one ever worries about whether I’m old enough to drink.”
He says, taking a gulp from his beer bottle. I glare at him over the
top of my drink, shaming Mimi for leaving me to this.
“Then why exactly do you give a fuck?” I ask eyebrow raised, as my blood
pressure goes through the roof. For some unknown reason, when people
ask me stupid questions I feel the urge to act out violently.
“Ahh. Like I’ve told you many a time, you’re not like the rest.” At
this point I realize I’m going to need a whole lot more Vodka to
get through the night.
“So I’ve heard. But you don’t know me Ryder, so stop trying to lay
the moves on me, or whatever it is you’re doing here. I don’t care.
I’m not buying it, so go sell your shit elsewhere.” I down the
rest of the drink much faster than needed.
The woozy feeling of the alcohol settling is starting to affect me. The
burn of the liquor makes my eyes water and my nose burn, but I push
through, waiting for the numbness to take hold. Wow, two drinks and
I’m feeling tipsy. What a total lightweight.
“Whoa Nelly, slow down.” He says grabbing at my glass. I bat his hand
away, wanting to get every last drop.
“I’m not a horse.” I say, giving him the glass and wiping my mouth with
the back of my hand. Really unladylike, but zero fucks are to be
given at this time.
“I didn’t call you a horse, I told you to slow down.” He says as if
he’s annoyed. What the hell, no one asked him to babysit, hell I
don’t need a babysitter. Suddenly, I’m angry, really angry.
“Yes you did, you called me Nelly, which is a horse’s name, I think.
Also what are you really doing here? Because I don’t need a
babysitter, I can take care of myself just fine.” I say, none too
ashamed that some of my words slurred together. Where the hell is
Mimi? I ignore Ryder and his glares as I look over the crowd below
us. The dance floor is just too full for me to spot Mimi’s sequin
top. Either that or things are starting to get blurry.
“I need another drink, now you can either go and get me one or I’m
going and getting one.” His eyes bore into mine, and more and more
he starts to look like Rex and less and less like Ryder. I catch
myself leaning in over the table. His eyes look glassy, and I wonder
if he’s drank more since coming to this table.
“I’m going to go and get you another drink.” He says, our noses almost
touching. His eyes meet mine, and I see the need there. It’s
startling. He pulls back just as I lean in more, I would say I was
leaning into smell him but then I would be lying. Maybe smell his
He leaves me to wallow in my sorrows. Like how I’m nineteen with
problems of the average twenty eight year old. Maybe I should create
a knitting club, or become the local hoarding cat lady.
“Here’s your drink sweetheart.” Ryder says sliding into the seat next to
me. Or at least I think its Ryder, I can’t tell. Could be Rex for
all I know. The alcohol is affecting me in a number of
“Thanks.” I reply grabbing it and ignoring his presence. Questions are itching
to breaking through, and with the effects of the drinking I just
can’t hold em back any longer.
“You know, I trusted your brother. I cared about him and all he did was
rip my heart out. He’s made it not only impossible to move on but
he’s made it impossible for me to trust people. Because of him I’m
going to forever be the nineteen year old cat hoarding, knitting
lady.” I say sulking. He smiles big and wide, and then lets out a
deep belly shaking laugh; although his belly doesn’t shake, unless
his abs can but… never mind.
“You will not forever be the cat hoarding, knitting lady; although you
would be a very adorable one.”
I ignore his comment and whisper. “He hurt me Ryder.” I can’t
hide the emotions from my voice. Damn you vodka, damn you.
“I know he did, but you’re only nineteen you’ll love again. The fact
that you’re out and about now proves that. Don’t give up hope just
yet.” He says as if encouraging me to move on and find someone
else. The only problem is I don’t think I want to.
what you get when everyone think’s you’ve slept with the whole
football team and then some.
My junior year of high school I gave my heart to Corey Winchester. He
was handsome, cocky, and a pure gentlemen. Then everything changed in
an instant. When I found out he was spreading malicious rumors about
me, after I refused to sleep with him I was utterly surprised. To add
to it, he broke up with me in front of the whole school. I
essentially became the laughing stock of the town. People that I once
called my friends became my enemies. Finding a way to ruin my life
one day at a time. Now the shitty part is I should have known a
pretty boy like him was too good to be true. After ruining my
reputation and life I did everything I could to stay under the radar,
but it just wasn’t enough. I slowly learned that all the torment, and
hate was all for one thing. Revenge. That’s what Corey wanted, and
why I didn’t know. Then Rex Winchester came along. Corey’s cousin,
and someone I knew I shouldn’t be getting close with. A whole six
feet of hotness, a smile that melted the panties off of every girl in
a fifty mile radius, and a heart of gold. He could have anyone he
wanted, so why he chose me Corey’s ex, the bullied, slutty girl was
beyond me. All I knew was that I wanted him. I wanted him more than
anything. The problem was, I couldn’t tell if Rex, was just like
Corey or if his intentions were as innocent as he was making them out
My names Jenna Haines, and this is the story of how the one thing I
wanted.. turned out to be the one thing that would hurt me the most.
What happens when the one thing you least expect to happen, does?
When all the lies and secrets come out. Well you’re about find out.
J.L. Beck is the author of Bittersweet Revenge(A Bittersweet Novella Book 1). A four part novella series. She lives in Elroy, WI with her husband Brandon, and daughter Bella. Since the moment she could reach the shelves on the book shelf shes been reading, thus influencing her to write. Her favorite books are those that leave an imprint on your soul. You know the ones that have you putting everything off because you have to find out what happens next.
When she’s not writing or reading(of course)you can find her picking up after her three year old daughter, or explaining to her husband why its unsafe to do something any other way, than the way your wife told you too.
Shes a huge fan of all things drama, with shows like The Vampire Diaries, and Arrow being some of her favorites. She’s addicted to all things social media, caffeine, and Starbucks.
Stalk me, you know you want to.