Author: Amo Jones
This is book two in the Devil’s Own MC series, read the review for book one:
1 – One Hundred and Thirty Six Scars Review
I didn’t even stop to take notes through this but completely devoured the lot in one day. What a fantastic story and a great lead into the next book!
Melissa is a lot like Vicky (from Intricate Love), she is fun filled, she takes no sh!t, she is loving living life. But it hasn’t always been this way, this happiness is hard fought for and she’s not willing to let go easily.
Hella or 112 as he’s been known has a seriously mixed up past. He is messed up in a big way and he’s unlikely to ever settle with one woman. That issue until he meets Melissa. For some reason his crazy and her crazy just rub each other the wrong way, but who wants easy in this life?
There was such a massive build up to this relationship, all through the first book and then plenty of setting the scene in this one too. I love how all it took was an inch of trust, not in each other but in fate and the rest is history.
Man, does Hella ever love hard! I mean there is no great surprise in the amazing sex scenes, he’s a man whore after all, but he really knows how to lay it all out. No ifs, no buts, no flowery wording, he just tells it how it is. And it’s beautiful!
I’m really looking forward to Jada’s story aadded seeing what comes next. Another fabulous job from Amo Jones!
They say there are defining points in your life – moments where you f**ked it all up, moments that make you its bitch, moments that shape you into the person you are/
The day I met Braxton Ward was one of my moments.
My name is Melissa Hart, and I don’t think you’re ready for this story.
I go by a few names; Hella, Brax, 11, or, depending on whether I’ve been balls deep in you or not, C*nt. I don’t push the boundaries because in order to do so, one must have them. I’ve never had them. Being homeless at the not-so-tender age of fifteen morphed me into an emotionless shell, and when The Army recruited me, that shell turned into steel.
They say if fire is hot enough, it can melt steel; the hate that burns between Melissa Hart and me just might be hot enough.
Shit doesn’t come easy for us. Enemies are expanded, secrets are revealed, and live will be taken. Yeah, I’m Braxton “Hella” Ward, and you bet your f*cking ass that you ain’t ready for this story.
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