☆✮ My Review ✮☆
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I have a confession. I have not read bk1 in this series, although, I did find Let Mevery easy to read and to get into.
The first thing that attracted me to this book was the cover, I mean *HELLO!!*, you'd have to be blind not to notice that work of beauty. And, the word MMA. After seeing that, I was sold!!
For my first Cece Robson adventure, one of the themes, I feel that I think everyone can relate to is that we all have a past. We all have a story.
For Finn and Sol, each has their own that supplements their drive to overcome that pilots them to choices they are presently faced with and have to overcome. Both, I feel, are bleeding souls to the core and have had a rough set of cards dealt to them and are barely grasping at straws to fill that empty niche in their existence until they meet one another. Then, all bets are definitely off.
I really did not know what to expect from this, as I was worried that their stories would be drama-lama land, which I hate. Or, I would end up in a distressed state throughout that would make me want to put my kindle down in the dust.
Luckily though, I felt that the plot line and characters were intriguing, very charming, and sometimes surprisingly witty that shined rays of light upon subdued situations and instilled a sense of hope in obscene probabilities.
A very engaging read!!
☆✮ Excerpt ✮☆
Easton grins. He thinks I’m afraid of him. He thinks he has me where he wants me. But fear is an emotion I don’t allow myself to entertain. Fear gets you hurt and rips you apart till you think there’s nothing left.
I dodge out of reach. He scowls and takes another swing. This one gets close enough to my jaw to create a breeze that whips across my skin.
“Finn,” my brother Killian barks from the side. “Take him out now.”
He’s worried about me. So is my family. But now’s not the time to think about them. I keep my hands up as I edge away, letting Easton think I’m backing down, that I’m tired and need to catch my breath.
I sidestep when he lunges forward, avoiding his next swing and use the momentum to drop my head and nail him in the temple with a roundhouse kick.
Like I said, Easton’s fast.
Too bad for him I’m a little bit faster.
The kick is my signature move, as natural for me as the next breath. He goes down like I planned. But in the Octagon you don’t stop just because your opponent collapses like timber. You charge forward. You show him what you’re made of. And you prove just how tough you really are.
That muffled screaming, isn’t so muffled anymore. The crowd loses their shit as I pounce, my blows nailing Easton in the face until the ref’s arms hook beneath mine as he hauls me off. I back away, my fists up because I already know I won.
I should do a back flip or some crazy shit to incite the crowd. This is it. My time has come to own it. But the good things aren’t as great as they can be. Not with the memories that haunt me. And not with the anger they stir.
Killian rushes in as the medic wipes down my face. I’m bleeding from the punch Easton caught me with at the beginning of the round. I didn’t think it was that bad, but the way the ringside medic is pressing the towel against my head clues me in the gash isn’t closing like it should.
“I’m going to have to stitch you up, Fury,” he mumbles.
“I figured,” I tell him.
Kill pats my back. “Good job,” he says.
Maybe he believes it, but I don’t miss the concern in his voice. He thinks I took too many unnecessary hits. I can’t really argue, seeing how it’s true.
He doesn’t understand that I don’t feel those strikes the way I should. Hell, I don’t think I’ve felt anything the way I should in a long time. Not like I used to. I try to tell myself that maybe that’ a good thing. That numbness is better than pain. But I’m not so convinced anymore, and neither is my family. I try to shrug it off like I’m fine. Except given the way they’ve been eyeing me, I’m not fooling anyone.
I’m scaring everyone around me. And it sucks. Not only because I don’t want them scared, but mostly because I don’t know how to stop it.
☆✮ Teasers ✮☆
☆✮ Book One of the O'Brien Family Series ✮☆
☆✮ About the Author ✮☆
CECY (pronounced Sessy) ROBSON is the New Adult and Contemporary author of the Shattered Past series, the O’Brien Family novels, and the award winning author of the Weird Girls Urban Fantasy Romance series. A self-proclaimed professional napper, Cecy counts among her talents a jaw-dropping knowledge of useless trivia, the ability to make her hair big, and a knack for breaking into song, despite her family’s vehement protests. A full-time writer, registered nurse, wife, and mother living in the South, Cecy enjoys spending time with her family and silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.
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