Review: Breaking Her (#2, Love is War) by R.K. Lilley

My Thoughts

An exciting finale full of shocking surprises.

4halfstars

Synopsis

Mar-29DESTRUCTION. BETRAYAL. RUINATION. TRUE LOVE.

SCARLETT
He had done it again. Ravaged me. Burned me. Broken me.
Given me air, only to leave me gasping, writhing.
But then something changed. Something that terrified and excited me both.
Something that utterly destroyed me.
Something that made me whole again.

DANTE
Our love was cursed from the start. She didn’t know it, but I did.
All she knew was that I’d lied to her, betrayed her. Done unforgivable things. Unavoidable things. Yes, I had broken promises as surely as I had broken her heart. But, just as every war has casualties, and every lie has consequences–every bastard has his reasons.

My Review

He’s the best I ever had. And the worst thing that ever happened to me. True love is a bitch.

R.K. Lilley reveals shocking answers to the questions and insecurities that plagued the explosive relationship between Dante and Scarlett. Theirs was a relationship first rooted in safety and protection, physical and emotional connection, but then one that ran wild with pang of desperation and betrayal. They needed each other, hated and loved each other—fiercely.

Yes, I do love you as much as I hate you.

Breaking Her unravels their twisted story in alternating Scarlett/Dante perspectives as well as past and present tenses. Secrets hid in their history, truths that pushed them together and pulled them apart.

We begin in an all-too-familiar way—Scarlet devastated after yet another surge of hope, another round of heartbreak thanks to Dante. Yet every time she’s determined to leave Dante in her past, he comes barreling back into her life.

What Dante had done, how he’d messed with my head, yet again… I won’t say it hurt more than the first time, or even that it was more shocking. Once you’ve been broken, every break after, even when they hurt like hell, can never outdo the profound damage of the first time.

Every conversation, every fight, even their lovemaking, is charged, wild, frenzied, out of control. But this time, when the truth begins to filter out, the bottom falls from under Scarlett.

What he had to tell me didn’t just sober me up. It changed everything.

The lies, the truths, are all hard to swallow, and Scarlett must make choices that will either sever everything they’ve had or finally bring them together.

Was there some chance that I could turn my bitter memories sweet again?

If you loved Breaking Him, you’ll be fully hooked on how the puzzle pieces to their story finally come together. Heartbreak and love, sadness and hope, betrayals and long-awaited truths—this highly anticipated sequel has got everything you’ve been anxiously waiting for!

You never get to stop loving me.

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Review: Breaking Him (#1, Love Is War) by R.K. Lilley

Irresistibly explosive and edgy with melt-the-pages tension that will have you furiously flipping pages and clamoring for more.

5stars

Synopsis

Oct-13SCARLETT

It was the kind of relationship where I invested more than I had to spare.

I gave it everything.

And so when it failed, I lost myself.

It changed me. He changed me.

I went down with the ship.

My soul, burnt embers in the aftermath.

The fire of him ravaged it all.

He burned me.

Broke me.

Scarlett had always dreamed big. She was headed straight for Hollywood. Destined for silver screen greatness.

But in her wildest dreams she never imagined she’d be broke and single at twenty-eight, doling drinks at thirty-five thousand feet.

She was a glorified waitress in the skies.

It had been years since she’d seen him.

But one day, there he sat, gazing intently at her, ready to set everything ablaze once more.

Dante wanted her. Again.

Sure, she’d play along…but this time, it was his turn.

She was breaking him.

After all, love is war.

My Review

You know those scenes from movies? Where two people scream at each other, throw things at each other, sling every hateful word at each other—I hate yous and never agains and worse? Scenes where you think they’re about to murder each other, but instead… suddenly… rapidly… they dissolve into a frenzied, urgent, inescapable fit of kissing and touching and needing? You know those scenes? Well, this book is 300+ pages of that. Sky-high intensity with a volatility that had me clawing at the pages… I couldn’t flip them fast enough. Not only that, all kinds of emotion and history tether the story together, but only just barely because you feel as if it’s a raging volcano aching to erupt.

Admittedly, I knew the very high-level premise of the story, but I’ve never seen R.K. Lilley incite such fervor, such major angst on the page. Tristan and Danika seem downright grounded after meeting Scarlett and Dante. Even their names evoke passion and fire, and they are all that and more. Because if there is one thing that becomes crystal clear, it’s that love is war, and war is most definitely hell.

“I was humming Seven Nation Army. My battle anthem. Because this was war.”

When Dante Durant invaded Scarlett’s airplane cabin, her anger surged. But before she could unleash her wrath on the man who had ruined her, she changed into her five-inch stilettos and applied a rich coat of blood-red lipstick. Donning her armor, she strutted down the cabin to where he sat, prepared to unleash the first verbal strike.

“He thought I was the devil, and as far as he was concerned, I sure as hell was.”

Immediately, we see not sparks fly, but rather, spontaneous fire ignite and rage between these two ex-lovers who know exactly how to fuel the flames. From this very first interaction, their chemistry incinerates the pages.

Scarlett is not your usual heroine. She’s had a terrible childhood, grew up largely alone, until she’d met Dante, who saved her as much as he ruined  her. And now, years after their split, she embodies the battle cry against love. She’s tough as nails. Relentless. She fights mean. And she fights to win.

“Breaking him until he was as broken as me was the only thing that would ever be enough.”

Dante is bound to her. Always has been. But with her red-hot, spirited demeanor, and an inescapable history, Scarlett is just as big a trigger for him, and he is to her. But this time, his visit and the news he’s come to deliver, changes everything once again, drawing her back into the lion’s den.

“We were landmines with each other.”

The story marches forward in alternating past and present tenses, through Scarlett’s perspective, as we see how they came to be, and how they’ve come undone. The scenes from the past pulse with tenderness and warmth as we see how Dante protected Scarlett during a time where the whole world threw proverbial stones at her. The juxtaposition between their entwined past and their emblazoned present is striking, making us want to know more of how and why it all fell apart. But as we near the end, more questions assail us with some unexpected twists that drove me mad in the best possible way.

Scarlett and Dante’s story just bleeds intensity, running over with equal parts love and hate. Betrayal and secrets weave through the story however, and by the flip of the final page, I was left desperate for more. I loved every nail-biting, agonizing, sexier-than-hell minute of this book.

“Love is never satisfied with half-measures. It won’t take parts of you. It will own all of you, every single, longing piece.”

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This book is the first in a duet.

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Synopsis

Breaking HimSCARLETT

It was the kind of relationship where I invested more than I had to spare.

I gave it everything.

And so when it failed, I lost myself.

It changed me. He changed me.

I went down with the ship.

My soul, burnt embers in the aftermath.

The fire of him ravaged it all.

He burned me.

Broke me.

Scarlett had always dreamed big. She was headed straight for Hollywood. Destined for silver screen greatness.

But in her wildest dreams she never imagined she’d be broke and single at twenty-eight, doling drinks at thirty-five thousand feet.

She was a glorified waitress in the skies.

It had been years since she’d seen him.

But one day, there he sat, gazing intently at her, ready to set everything ablaze once more.

Dante wanted her. Again.

Sure, she’d play along…but this time, it was his turn.

She was breaking him.

After all, love is war.

Excerpt

PRESENT DAY

SCARLETT

He was here.  He was actually fucking here.

On this plane.  My plane.  In my cabin.

How dare he?

This was not allowed, and he fucking knew it.

I slapped my rolled up flight paperwork against my palm agitatedly, over and over, like I had a twitch and I couldn’t stop.

“Oh my God,” Leona muttered, peeking out of the curtain.  “What’s he doing here?”

Humiliating me was the answer to that, but I didn’t say it aloud.

That bastard.  I was grinding my teeth.  Audibly.

Leona straightened, her kind gaze going sharp as she studied me closely.  “I’ll take the cabin this time.  You can stay in the galley.  You don’t even need to see him.”

Leona worked the number two flight attendant position in our crew, and she knew me well enough to know about him.

She was the good girl to my bad, the sweet to my sour, the nice to my vicious, the peacemaker to my ballbuster.

She was all the things I’d never be, and I loved her for it.  Adored the ground she walked on.

And she knew about me and Dante.  About our history.  She knew almost everything, though she was one of the only ones besides me that did.

I shook my head sharply, not letting myself even consider it.  He knew I was here, of course he did.  For whatever twisted reason, he was on this plane, had bought a ticket just to see me.

And I would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how hard it was for me to face him.

Pride had always been my greatest weapon when it came to Dante.

Sometimes my only weapon, so it was honed to killing sharpness.

“I can handle him,” I told her.  And it was the truth.  It would hurt like hell, but it was a pain I was familiar with.

She bit her lip and nodded.  She was the sweetest thing.  So sweet, I wished I could be more like her.  I couldn’t.  I’d tried once or twice, but the results had been laughable.

Leona had been raised by doting parents that loved her, in a world where being kind was a virtue.

I had not.  I had been shaped by petty meanness in a world that had tried from the start to throw me away, and where being hard was the only way to survive.

“Is he alone?” I asked.

“I think so.  So far.”

The so far wasn’t without reason.  The last time he’d sought me out, he hadn’t been alone, the bastard.

In all fairness, I probably shouldn’t have taken it so personal.  He was rarely alone.

I slipped into the bathroom with my makeup kit and did a quick touchup.

I’d been wearing a nude lip-gloss for work as I usually did, but I dug out my favorite red lipstick for this little reunion.

It was aptly named:  Blood.

No other color was appropriate when dealing with my ex.  I put it on because I was planning to draw some.

It occurred to me then that I was relishing and dreading this confrontation in near equal measures.

You see, it wasn’t the first time.  It happened every so often.  Dante sought me out, confronted me, we each got in our blows and limped away.

I usually spat the last word at his retreating back.

A part of me lived for it.

My shredded heart had been wrapped up in spite for a very long time, wrapped so long and so tight that it was suffocating, and it was almost a relief sometimes to let it vent.

But how much of your life can you devote to spite?

I’d spent a lot of time thinking about this.

The answer, in my case, was sad:  Too much.

Great, gory chunks of it.  Major, necessary pieces.

And all because of him.  Dante the Bastard.

I loosened my tie and undid the top three buttons of my blouse, turning my uniform from professional to more than a touch sexy.

I had outrageous curves.  A tiny waist, voluptuous hips, a great ass, mile-high legs, and full breasts.

I had the exact body type that drew him like a kamikaze to suicide, so of course I’d use it against him.

He’d never been able to resist this body, not once in his entire life.

I pushed up my breasts, pinching my nipples until they popped perkily through the layers of my blouse and vest.

Go get him, tiger.

I smiled a bloodthirsty smile at my own reflection and headed back out to the galley.

The curtain was still up, but Leona was out in the cabin.  Serving the first pre-board round of champagne, I assumed.

I grabbed my manual and made a quick announcement over the intercom, lowering my voice just so, turning it into a near seductive purr.

I did this for one reason.  I knew it would get to him.

I wanted to score a hit before I ever even had to look at him.

He’d had the nerve to come into my territory.

I’d make him pay.

I always traveled with two pairs of shoes.  One on my feet and one in my carryon.  Work heels and killer heels.  Work heels were for work, i.e. all of the grunt work on the airplane and keeping my balance at 35,000 feet.  The killer heels were for the glamorous walk through the airport with my crew of gorgeous girls.

Well, okay, it wasn’t glamorous.  Nothing about being a flight attendant was.  But we made it look glamorous, which was close enough, as far as I was concerned.

I yanked my bag out of its spot in a cubby that ran just behind my jump seat and pulled out my killer heels.

Don’t get me wrong.  My work heels are not hideous.  I wouldn’t be caught dead in hideous shoes.  They were black, patent leather, three-inch wedges with a cute little bow on the toe.

But this was not the time for cute.

I switched out my shoes in record time, stepping into five-inch red platform stilettos with a peep toe.

My uniform was simple and sleek.  A black pencil skirt, white dress shirt, black vest and tie.  I’d had every piece custom tailored to fit to perfection, accentuating my figure to its best advantage.

Add to that a sexy pair of red stilettos, and I knew I looked like a million bucks.

I stashed my bag right as Leona returned to the galley.

“I handed out menus, but the champagne could use topping off,” she informed me, dashing back into her galley to prep for takeoff.

That was fine.  I was ready.

I grabbed the opened bottle of champagne and strutted out into the cabin.

Under my breath I was humming Seven Nation Army.

My battle anthem.

Because this was war.

I faltered slightly when I spotted him, but recovered between one step and the next.  His face was downcast, eyes pointed away from me, thank God, so at least he hadn’t seen it.

His looks had always devastated me.

I was a shallow thing, with a weakness for the superficial.  Even now, with all we’d put each other through, his beautiful face moved me.

He was just how I remembered.  Every gut-punching, heart-wrenching inch of him.

He’d always struck me as a handsome villain.  He had wicked good looks, with golden hair, ocean eyes, and a perpetual, darkly shadowed jaw.  His coloring was interesting, eye-catching, with his brows a few shades darker than his hair.  His features were even and sharp, with slanted eyes and a lush mouth.  You couldn’t look at him without words like sinister or dastardly coming to mind.

Or maybe that was just me.

He was extremely tall, enough so that it was apparent when he was sitting down.  If he stood, even in my killer heels he’d tower over me.

He was broad shouldered, muscular, but he was lean enough to pull off looking elegant in the ungodly expensive suits he wore on a regular basis.

Physically, he was just my type.  I was a sucker for a sinister looking man.

Another thing that was all his fault.

“Dante,” I crooned with a smile when I reached him.  “To what do I owe the honor of your disagreeable, unwelcome presence?”

He’d been looking down at his phone when I’d approached, and he sucked in a deep breath at the sound of my voice.

He held it there for a long moment before letting it out and waited another beat still before letting his ocean blue eyes travel up to meet mine.

Ah, sweet torture.

This was the part I dreaded the most.

When our eyes clashed, and everything, every horrible, wonderful, painful, ugly, beautiful, torturous, ruinous, gory bit of us came back to me.

It was bad enough when I didn’t have to look at him.

But when I did—exquisite torment, with a touch of pleasure so concentrated, so brutally pure it had ruined my life.

Broken my heart.

Eviscerated my soul.  I’d scraped what was left of that pathetic soul out myself, sawed it into little pieces and left it somewhere far behind.

What you’re seeing is what was left.

“Hello, Scarlett,” he returned, in that beautiful voice of his that I utterly detested.  It was the deepest timbre and compelling to an unusual degree.

Compelling to the point of controlling.

When it warmed, I warmed with it.  When it cooled, I went cold.

His voice was a dirty trick.

An unfair weapon.

I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat just to disarm it.

Well, if I were honest, I wanted to choke him for numerous reasons.  Several came to mind, not the least of which that the thought of it turned me on.

“How flattering that you’d deign to fly commercial just to ruin my day.”  My tone dripped with venom.

“How flattering that you’d put on your favorite red lipstick just for me,” he returned with his own bloodthirsty smile.

Fuck.

Point to The Bastard.  He must have gotten a glimpse of me before I’d applied it to notice the difference.

His eyes shot down to my feet and a ghost of a smile lingered on his lips.  “And the shoes.  I’m more than flattered.  Your efforts never go unappreciated, angel.”

Another point.

If I was fair, it was two.

Because angel.  The Bastard.

I barely held my ‘eat shit and die’ smile.

He didn’t call me that because I was angelic.

Obviously.  He was being ironic.

He thought I was the devil, and as far as he was concerned, I sure as hell was.

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rk lilleyR.K. Lilley lives in Texas with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She’s had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She’s been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day.

 

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Review: The Other Man by R.K. Lilley

My  Thoughts

Scorchinga deliciously hot page turner full of intrigue and angst.

5stars

Synopsis

the other manLourdes

He was brazen as hell from the moment I laid eyes on him. He was aggressive, and dominant, with Mack truck arms, and a bar brawler voice.

He was too good looking for his own good, with a hard jaw, and harder eyes.

I’d always led a fairly peaceful life, but even I could tell at a glance that this man was dangerous. For so many reasons.

Not the least of which being that rough, dirty, sheet-clawing sex fairly radiated off him.

I’d thought I’d known how to handle every kind of man, but this one left me baffled.

To say he wasn’t my type was putting it lightly.

But you couldn’t tell that to my libido.

Not even when I found out the truth.

My lover had lied to me from the very start.

Nothing about our meeting was a coincidence.

My Review

I’m such a big fan of R.K. Lilley’s novels. They are the perfect blend of steam and story, and lately, just the right amount of suspense to keep me addicted. The Other Man is the story of Lourdes and Heath, whom we met in The Wild Side series. From the beginning, there was an instinctive allure to Lourdes… the older woman who had crushed on Dair, and who felt so put together and elegant. And then there’s Heath. He exudes mystery, hides secrets. He’s surly and dangerous. Brutish. And sexy as hell. From the moment the two collide, sparks fly, flesh craves. For a women like Lourdes, who had never felt that kind of fire, meeting a man like Heath only promised the kind of burns she may never recover from.

“I’d come to the attention of a man who didn’t play by normal rules, and my life was about to get very interesting.”

There was something about Heath that Lourdes couldn’t stay away from. She knew she was playing with flames, but her body desired to risk it all for one night of unrestraint.

“He was a wild thing that was not even close to being tamed.”

Their time together was hot as hell. But just as quickly as he had entered her life, he was gone. Vanished. It was clear that Heath hid everythingfrom his feelings to his job to something more not yet discernible. He was vague and secretive and absolutely dangerous.

“His eyes would never be the window to this soul. It was hidden somewhere else.”

But as Lourdes struggles with understanding him, with the expectations around everything to do with him, with her own desires and happiness, he continues to come back, disrupting all her best-laid plans. The more time they spend together, the more he softens. What was supposed to be a one-night stand is now suddenly more, but so far short from a relationship. Was Lourdes affecting him in a way that would nurture the possibility of a future?

“He was rough around the edges… He was uncivilized. Churlish. Uncouth. And strangely, kind of sweet.”

The story unravels through Lourdes’ perspective, but we get the sense that Lourdes does reach Heath in a way that’s real. But at the same time, the more turns the story travels, everything we’ve experienced gets questioned.

“I don’t have a future, Lourdes. But if I did… If I did, it would be yours.”

This all happens on a timeline parallel to The Wild Side series, so it was really cool to experience this other side, knowing some of what was happening. In addition, there are some scenes that had me smiling big, especially if you’re a fan of the Tristan and Danika series, and the Up In The Air series. The first half of the book really sets up just how unbridled their desire is. How they can’t stay away from each other, while the second part, anchors us emotionally with some addictive angst and heartbreak. I just loved everything about it, loved the brooding, reluctant hero. Loved to see a tortured soul find peace unexpectedly. Loyal readers of R.K. Lilley’s books will LOVE this as much as I did, and new readers can enjoy this as a sizzling standalone novel.

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About R.K. Lilley

rk lilleyR.K. Lilley lives in Texas with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She’s had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She’s been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day. She is currently working on Boss and Crossing FireBook #2 of Heretic Daughter series.

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