Fighting For Devlin
by Jessica Lemmon
Devlin Calvary makes his own luck. Orphaned as a young child, he was taken in by a crew of bookies and gamblers—and they became his family. They’re the reason Dev’s running a trendy bistro, living in a high rise, and enjoying the good life with a string of women who never ask for too much. Until, one night, he finds out how much it hurts to trust the wrong people.
Rena Lewis sticks to the straight and narrow, determined not to slip up again . . . like the terrible night of partying four years ago that ended in tragedy. A waitress at Oak & Sage, she knows that sleeping with her boss is not a smart move. But when Dev shows up on her doorstep, beat up and clearly shaken, Rena’s not about to turn him down . . . or kick him out of bed.
Dev reawakens something primal within her—a need to go wild. And Rena soon finds out that the heart she’d sealed away years ago still has the power to fight for love.
“Oh the lies she told. I rolled my eyes as she turned and walked to the hostess station. I knew damn well that Melinda, or any of the other females in this restaurant, would trade an ovary to be under Devlin’s intense blue-eyed stare for fifteen minutes. To be under him, period.”
“He’d be less successful at getting money for Sonny given that he looked about as trustworthy as a used car salesman. I blamed the pencil-slim suit pants. Never trust a man whose junk you could see at a glance.”
“That’s why I no longer did ‘bad’ things. Bad things led to worse things. A wave of regret licked at my insides like fire. Nothing new there.”
“Every mom had her own version of ‘the look,’ and when a daughter sees it, she knows, without words, what it means. Hers always said the same thing: You’ve been single too long.”
“The idea of someone so good wanting someone like me jolted my heart into a new rhythm. Like Frankenstein’s monster, alive after being cold and dead – stray, unfeeling limbs brought together for renewed purpose.”
“Something about the way she reacted to me hinted that we were kindred spirits. Impossible. She was Red Riding Hood to my Big Bad Wolf.”
“I want you, Rena. I haven’t stopped wanting you. Want is flowing through me like lava.”
Jessica Lemmon has mad skills. This is my second time reading her and am already grieving the idea of having to move on to the next on my list as I am grooving on her style. Her characters are original and unique, while also flawed and real, and not ones you would expect to be heroic, but they are. Their halos may be tarnished and sideways – due to the small set of horns – but the glow is there, if you look for it. I didn’t expect to love the player, or for the good girl to be a reformed party-girl who had self-inflected goodness on herself out of guilt and grief. I was entertained and intrigued by this story from beginning to end, and the steamy bits had me positively gasping. Mad skills!
About the Author
A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.
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