Title: Used (Unlovable #1)
Author: Lynetta Halat
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: January 19, 2014
Series: Unlovable
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
My Thoughts:
"You can only be betrayed by someone you truly trust."
I enjoyed this book. The characters and the story line was interesting. My only problem is that at some points it felt like it dragged but that was it. I loved that there was more then one point of view which made me understand and enjoy the character more. There was so much going on in this book that'll keep the readers hooked. When it came to Denver you can't help but feel bad for the girl not only does she got mommy issues but she comes to find those she loves and trust betray her. Even with all that shes still a strong character. I had a hard time getting into Greer and Ransom, there was just so much going on with both to make me love and hate them. I really enjoyed this book and think you readers will too. 4 of 5 stars!
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Shut Up, and Kiss Me
After a few minutes, Greer stretches
out beside me and searches for my hand. Only his hand touches mine,
but my whole being tingles. He threads his fingers through mine and
runs his thumb over my palm. Something in me twists and splinters,
shooting chills all through my body. My breath hitches in my throat
because I can’t breathe around the knot that has formed there.
“You feel it too,” he says simply.
I close my eyes tighter, suddenly
embarrassed by the fact that I’m not slick. “Yes,” I admit in a
whisper.
“Look at me, Denver.”
Turning my head to the side, I open my
eyes to find his blue-eyed gaze roaming over me. His eyes find mine,
and we just take each other in. I want to say something, but I can’t
think of one darn thing that sounds intelligent or even … sexy. Do
I even want to be sexy for him? Yes. Yes, I do. I see stupid
girls flirt with him all the time. I don’t want to be that
girl, but I do want him to see me as a girl and not just his friend.
Ironic, since I’ve spent my whole life telling him not to
treat me like a girl.
“I want to kiss you so bad … but if
I kiss you, it will change everything,” he says in that gravelly
voice.
“Change is good,” I whisper.
Rolling to his side, his mouth is
centimeters from mine. I can’t make myself move although I’m
aching with want. But I haven’t been kissed—ever. And I haven’t
kissed anyone since that time on the monkey bars in seventh grade
when I stuck my tongue in Brian Thomas’s mouth on a bet. I shocked
the shit out of him, and he didn’t even kiss me back. When the bell
rang, he jerked back and hit his head hard, sending him to the nurse
for the rest of the afternoon. Not my finest moment.
“I don’t want to lose my best
friend,” he tells me.
I bring up my other hand and run it
over his jaw. “You’re not going to lose me. No matter what. We’ll
still be friends.”
“Relationships ruin friendships.
We’ve seen enough of that.”
I shiver with that truth. “True. But
we’re different. We’ve been together since before we were born. I
can’t live without you, so I won’t hurt our friendship.”
Bringing our entwined hands up, he
kisses my knuckles. “Me either. We’ll take it slow, all right?”
“All right, my golden boy,” I
whisper.
The effect of my words is
instantaneous; the blue in his eyes intensifies to boiling. He leans
in, his lips brushing mine softly. “Denver,” he whispers against
me. “I’ve always wanted to make you mine. Ever since I understood
what that meant. I’ve never seen anyone but you.” And even though
his eyes burn with passion, I hear a little tremor in his voice. Now,
him always putting off those girls makes a whole lot more sense.
“I thought we were taking it slow,”
I chastise, but I delight in knowing that he feels something more for
me.
“I just want you to know that I don’t
take this lightly. You’re the most important person in my universe.
And I’ll do anything to protect us.”
His declaration unleashes a torrent of
need in me, and I no longer want him to kiss me—I need him
to kiss me. “Greer, will you shut up and kiss me, please?”
Shut Up, and Kiss Me
After a few minutes, Greer stretches
out beside me and searches for my hand. Only his hand touches mine,
but my whole being tingles. He threads his fingers through mine and
runs his thumb over my palm. Something in me twists and splinters,
shooting chills all through my body. My breath hitches in my throat
because I can’t breathe around the knot that has formed there.
“You feel it too,” he says simply.
I close my eyes tighter, suddenly
embarrassed by the fact that I’m not slick. “Yes,” I admit in a
whisper.
“Look at me, Denver.”
Turning my head to the side, I open my
eyes to find his blue-eyed gaze roaming over me. His eyes find mine,
and we just take each other in. I want to say something, but I can’t
think of one darn thing that sounds intelligent or even … sexy. Do
I even want to be sexy for him? Yes. Yes, I do. I see stupid
girls flirt with him all the time. I don’t want to be that
girl, but I do want him to see me as a girl and not just his friend.
Ironic, since I’ve spent my whole life telling him not to
treat me like a girl.
“I want to kiss you so bad … but if
I kiss you, it will change everything,” he says in that gravelly
voice.
“Change is good,” I whisper.
Rolling to his side, his mouth is
centimeters from mine. I can’t make myself move although I’m
aching with want. But I haven’t been kissed—ever. And I haven’t
kissed anyone since that time on the monkey bars in seventh grade
when I stuck my tongue in Brian Thomas’s mouth on a bet. I shocked
the shit out of him, and he didn’t even kiss me back. When the bell
rang, he jerked back and hit his head hard, sending him to the nurse
for the rest of the afternoon. Not my finest moment.
“I don’t want to lose my best
friend,” he tells me.
I bring up my other hand and run it
over his jaw. “You’re not going to lose me. No matter what. We’ll
still be friends.”
“Relationships ruin friendships.
We’ve seen enough of that.”
I shiver with that truth. “True. But
we’re different. We’ve been together since before we were born. I
can’t live without you, so I won’t hurt our friendship.”
Bringing our entwined hands up, he
kisses my knuckles. “Me either. We’ll take it slow, all right?”
“All right, my golden boy,” I
whisper.
The effect of my words is
instantaneous; the blue in his eyes intensifies to boiling. He leans
in, his lips brushing mine softly. “Denver,” he whispers against
me. “I’ve always wanted to make you mine. Ever since I understood
what that meant. I’ve never seen anyone but you.” And even though
his eyes burn with passion, I hear a little tremor in his voice. Now,
him always putting off those girls makes a whole lot more sense.
“I thought we were taking it slow,”
I chastise, but I delight in knowing that he feels something more for
me.
“I just want you to know that I don’t
take this lightly. You’re the most important person in my universe.
And I’ll do anything to protect us.”
His declaration unleashes a torrent of
need in me, and I no longer want him to kiss me—I need him
to kiss me. “Greer, will you shut up and kiss me, please?”
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