I’ve loved once. I gave everything that I had to that love. Blindly believing that nothing could ever take that feeling away from me. Away from us. And when my little world of happiness was ripped from my fingers, I felt a loss that still haunts me to this day.
Now I use that lingering grief as a shield to keep my heart from loving again. It’s that fear that keeps me from letting anyone, except my daughter, get close enough to make it hurt. To make my heart bleed when I inevitably lose again.
Until the day I met Liam Beckett and everything I thought I had protected myself from was shoved back in my face.
He’s on a mission to prove to me that a love worth having is a love worth fighting for.
His mouth leaves mine and with his hand still on my leg, he demands, “Dig your heels in deep, baby.”
I give him what he wants, but not because he told me to. I give him what he wants because when his hand leaves my leg and pushes into the mattress, bringing his body up he goes even deeper into my body and those heels push hard.
Just as he demanded earlier, my hands go to his shoulders on my own accord and as he takes my body hard, my nails dig in with my heels still pushing hard against the small of his back. Our eyes never leave each other’s probing gaze. Never once do I take my eyes away from his, so full of lust that I know there isn’t an ounce of control left in his body.
He drops his head and I lift up to meet him in a kiss so sweet it doesn’t match the powerful way that he’s taking my body. A kiss that gives me more than words ever could at this moment. His hips slow and as his tongue rolls against mine, his hips start to take me in slow, deep rolls. He doesn’t pull back, just rocks his hips against mine.
I push up and cry out when he slips even deeper.
His lips come from mine and his hooded eyes open a sliver. “Feels like heaven,” he says softly. “Everything, darlin’. Feels like everything.”
So if I wasn’t in love with the Corps Security group by now, I would go back and re-read each one of them. This isn’t about them though. But there is always a connection. Remember Beck and Dee? Liam is their son, so you know what that means… he is hot and not in the boy next door kind of way. But he knows what he wants. He wants a relationship like his parents. When his dad walked into a room, his mom noticed. When his mom walked into a room, his dad noticed. They were complete with one another. Liam wants that and he told himself when he found it, he wouldn’t let go of it and he would fight for it, no matter what.
Megan didn’t grow up in a great neighborhood, she didn’t grow up with the best parents in the world. She has her daughter and that has been enough to get her through the loss of her husband. But one thing she has never had is the feel of being in love. Yes, she loved her husband and he always did what was best for her, but she never felt the falling in love feelings. But one night… one drunken night and suddenly those feelings are front and center.
This is a powerful and emotional story. I loved feeling for these characters and with them. It is a powerful story with characters true to Harper Sloan’s work. They are full of life and you don’t want to be a part from them very long. This book toyed with my emotions. I was happy, I was sad, I laughed, I cried and I was moved beyond any words.
Harper Sloan writes is such a way that I can’t put the books down. I fall in love with the characters and the writing in Bleeding Love. I fell in love with Liam, because let’s face it, it takes a super amazing man to stick by Megan through everything she went through and he showed her how to live again and to be happy doing it. He stole my heart in every way.
Amazing writing, amazing characters, amazing story!
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed ‘Estrogen Ocean’, much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero–the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn’t take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.