Author: Lynetta Halat
Series: Unlovable #2
Published by Self-Published
Release Date May 5, 2014
Genres: New Adult Romance
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Truth. Pain. Freedom.
An awakening like no other.
When life is determined to buck you off, dig in and ride hard.
The bull. The most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves. To survive, I have to face the truth. Easier said than done when it’s not all black and white. There’s the in-between, and this murky void is where I always tend to land.
The horns. Lies don’t always hurt. My lies protected me, but when they are exposed and I can no longer outrun the many shades of truth, I’ll be in for one hell of a reckoning.
The ride. From the outside, my life looks like one big adventure after another. But, there is no freedom in anarchy, and that’s the way I’ve lived my life. Until now. Until Ransom.
Denver Dempsey was a slut for oblivion. Now, she’s a slut for love. And it’s that kind of thinking that got her in trouble in the first place. Ransom awakens Denver in ways she never imagined, but when her true feelings send her reeling, will they catapult her into the arms of Greer—her ex best-friend-with-benefits? After never loving anyone, herself included, she now loves two. One kept her alive. One teaches her how to live. If they didn’t both love her … if hearts weren’t bound to be broken, it would be the stuff dreams are made of.
Will Denver remain locked up in the bullpen, or is she strong enough to open the chute and be freed?
Bending down in front of me, Ransom taps one foot so that I’ll raise it. He slides one leg of my panties on and then the other before pulling them up to rest just below my skirt. Fixing me with his stare, he grasps my thighs and presses his nose and mouth to my center. My back arches from the wall, but my hands stay where he placed them. “Fuck, you smell good. Good enough to eat, but that can’t happen tonight.”
I whimper low in my throat as he runs his nose and open mouth over the apex of my thighs, placing open-mouthed kisses right where I need him most. My eyelids flutter and close, only to pop back open when he commands, “Eyes on me.” He places a light kiss right over my swollen, begging center. My whole body convulses.
“Nuh, uh,” he chastises, enjoying himself entirely too much. Hooking his fingers in my panties again, he draws them up over my thighs and under my skirt. His calloused fingertips scratch my soft skin even though his touch is gentle. Once he has them in place, he runs his fingertips down the triangle of the fabric ever so slowly, stopping before he reaches my need. Goose bumps make quick work of my body. “I’m addicted to how responsive you are to my touch,” he whispers, planting a hard kiss there this time. A desperate moan wrenches itself from my throat. “And I haven’t even really touched you or tasted you yet. Can you imagine how good we’re going to be together, Denver?”
Swallowing hard, I manage a nod ‘cause that’s rhetorical, right? Ransom slides his hands from under my skirt and skims them up my body to fit his hands around my jaw. He plants a quick kiss on my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping at it. “Remember what I said,” he whispers. “No touching yourself. Your orgasms are mine. And when you deserve them, I’ll be the one to give them to you.” I whimper again. “If it helps, I can’t fucking wait, and when I’m stroking myself tonight, it’ll be with your soft moans in my ear, your incredible scent surrounding me, and your delectable body that I’m imagining losing myself in.”
I groan because no, that doesn’t help at all, actually. I bite down on voicing my frustration because I know it’ll get me nowhere with this man.
All rights reserved. Copyright Lynetta Halat 2014.
How is it that I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone in my life, yet barely even know him?
Freed. Five little letters that personify so much of every aspect of this book. Being FREED from the chains that once bound you to a life you thought you deserved no better than. FREED from unhealthy relationships, both with friends and family, because you thought you earned the abuse. FREED from the misconstrued thoughts of what you misguidingly believed something to be about. But mostly, FREED from the restraints you had placed on your heart so many years ago. FREED to finally live the life you so rightly never knew you wanted. Like I said; five little letters that speak volumes and one talented author to bring us full circle.
“Fucking missed you. So much. How do you sleep? How do you function?”
“Who says I do?”
We begin our journey almost to the minute where Used left us; Ransom has made an offer to Denver and she is contemplating her response. I’m sure you can already deduce what she decided, as there wouldn’t be much of a book without it. But what you cannot even fathom is the journey that these two will travel throughout the pages of Freed. It wasn’t a journey of drama, and sex filled escapades, fighting and breaking up at every turn. No, it was something far more delicious and mature; it was two souls coming into realizations about themselves and each other in ways neither could have ever dreamed. What I love about Lynetta is that she doesn’t do unnecessary drama with no purpose other than being completely unoriginal. No, if she inserts strife into her books you know without a doubt she has a reason, and it’s true to the story line, and will be like nothing you’ve read before. She doesn’t do it to fit a mold, swiftly moving the pace along like so many others have fallen victim to. She charts her own path and goes where her characters take her. In her world, these characters are living and breathing, and through the creativeness of her mind, she so willingly shares them with us. They take root in your heart to a point that you won’t soon forget them. You simply can’t. But that, folks, is the testament of a crafted story teller.
“I want you, Denver. All the time. Every hour. Every minute, I want your laughter, your tears, your joy, hell, even your pain. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
If you have read my reviews before you know you won’t be receiving a play by play, or as I have termed them, a book report review. What you will received from me, however, is a no holds barred, honest opinion of the story and its author. Because that is the gist of what really matters. Not how it ends. Not what happens in between. Not the highlights of every big event or reveal. It’s about the journey as a whole; a cohesive unit of words that flew so effortlessly onto the page and into my heart.
“I know it. I feel it. I want it. Loving you is so damn easy that it terrifies me. Not loving you, but the fear of losing it because I’m not good enough.”
Long story short, I absolutely adored this book! I felt like from beginning to end, there was a clear path. Where it would take us I didn’t know, but I for sure, like Denver on the bull, was holding on for dear life! I won’t tell you who she ends up with, because in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that she ends up with herself, whole, and ready to take on the world. She faces her demons and really embraces her true self. By doing this, she is able to accept the love of a truly good man wholeheartedly. Their love is a thing of wonder and was a true joy to watch. Still, two weeks later, I have a HUGE smile on my face just thinking about this book. These characters have taken residence in my heart and I think I’ll let them live there forever.
“I go where you go. You are my home.”
I am a slut. No worries. I’ve come to terms with it, and you will too. I’m not one of those girls who thinks she’s too plain, too fat, too skinny, too shy … no, I don’t have that kind of luck. I’m the girl who knows she’s just right for everyone. — Denver
A reputation as a manwhore–with–a–heart–of–gold tends to precede me. But, I don’t do girls with issues, that is until this girl. It’s this girl I want to fix. This girl I want to protect. And maybe … more. — Ransom
Being in love with the same girl your entire life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. She uses me in every way imaginable. How does she see me? I am her perpetual one-night stand. No strings, no attachments. Just mind-numbing sex … for her anyway. — Greer
Feeling like the life is being choked out of her in the small town of Anaconda, Montana, Denver Dempsey craves the escape that college offers … even if that means leaving her “best friend with benefits” and looking for a new way to forget. Thinking she’s found the perfect hookup in Ransom, Denver’s outlook on college is bright. That is, until Greer shows up looking for a second chance, and Ransom’s interest turns to hatred.
Love. Hate. Triangle.
Who’s using who?