Self-Published | April 19, 2016 | New Adult Romance
O'Brien Family, book 2
★★★★★
SOURCE: TASTY BOOK TOURS
Once he was broken beyond repair. Now this MMA contender is fighting to be a better man—for her. RT Book Reviews proclaims that the O’Brien Family series from award-winning author Cecy Robson “has the hottest brothers ever!” And in Let Me, it is Finn’s turn to discover how love can heal the deepest wounds.
A mixed martial arts star on the rise, Finn O’Brien dismantles his opponents with brutal precision. And yet beneath his fierce persona, Finn is raw from a trauma he’s buried for years . . . until the day his deep-rooted rage erupts and lands him in court-mandated therapy. Finn’s not one to bare his soul, but if talking it out means meeting beautiful women like Sol Marieles, he’ll give it a shot.
Sol is working toward her master’s degree in psychology, and already she feels like she’s in over her head. With an important internship on the line and a scary family situation demanding her attention, the last thing Sol needs is Finn around to distract her. The man is ripped and seriously sexy yet it’s his troubled side that warns her to keep her distance. But their attraction is intense, and he clearly has the heat to see how far and fast their passion takes them.
Alone, Finn and Sol have been fighting to find happiness in their lives. Together, there’s no stopping them as they face their greatest challenges—not in the ring, but in their hearts.
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{ excerpt } .
I lean against the tile with my arms spread, allowing the water to beat against my back. It’s too hot. I should turn it down, but I don’t bother. Eventually, like everything else, the sensation fades.I’m not sure how long I’m in that position. A few seconds? A few minutes? But then Easton and his trainer Yefim are suddenly there. “You got lucky, O’Brien,” Yefim calls out, taunting me with his thick eastern European accent.
Shit. Like all the trash talk before the fight wasn’t enough.
“Did you hear me, you pussy?” he fires back when I don’t answer. “Did you hear me, you goddamn coward?”
Coward? Fuck you. It’s what I think, but not what I say, focusing instead on the streams of water that gather along my feet before they swirl into the drain.
It doesn’t help. The rage that’s building, the one I only manage to barely keep in? It stirs in my gut like a heavy pot filled with hate, sin, and all the curses my Ma would still beat my ass for saying.
“What’re you doing?” Yefim asks.
His voice is closer, he’s drawing near. I doesn’t matter that I’m standing here naked. He wants to be next to me. I shudder, that feeling I keep buried drilling its way up.
“I know about you,” Yefim says, not bothering to keep his voice low. “But everyone knows, don’t they? Even if you don’t want them to.”
My body shakes a little more, but it’s not from the cooling water. It’s from his words and all that anger they trigger. Don’t do it. Don’t go there.
“You like to keep it a secret. Don’t you, pussy?”
Yefim laughs when I keep my trap shut. He thinks I’m backing down, just like Easton did before his face met the mat. “He’s crying,” he calls out to Easton. “What? Not so tough now?”
That’s where he’s dead wrong. Every muscle I’ve conditioned serves a purpose―to take down those who fuck with me. And right now, Yefim is seriously fucking with me.
“You like to pretend that it’s girls you like, don’t you?” he says. “But that’s not true, is it? Oh, no, that’s not true at all . . .”
I raise my chin, knowing that someone’s not leaving without bleeding, and I’ve bled enough tonight.
Yefim kicks at my calf. “What? Nothing to say? Can’t speak without your boyfriend here?”
“Boyfriend?” Easton asks, laughing. “No fucking way.”
“Yes. Way,” Yefim insists. “Didn’t you know this little pussy takes it up the ass―”
I punch him so hard, I feel his teeth crack against my knuckles. For someone with decades of boxing experience he never saw me coming. But I see Easton flying at me out of the corner of my eye. I toss him over my shoulder, slamming him hard onto the ceramic tile floor. Like in the octagon, I throw myself on top of him, my fists colliding against his skin.
Voices rush forward, telling me to stop. A woman screams, but I don’t stop fighting off the bodies trying to grab me, breaking through the arms wrenching me back. I need to hit him―I need to feel my fists meeting his face―I need to feel something.
God damn it. I need to feel alive.
I don’t want the pain.
I don’t want the terror.
But once more, it’s all I feel.
{ review } .
Oh, Finney O'Brien... This is the O'Brien I've had my eye on. He's the one who's quick with words and a smirk, but has been suppressing the most. His story has slowly leaked, bits and pieces, in Kill's and Curran's books, but everything is coming to a nasty head now.
He will no longer be able to suppress his demons. They're coming out to play, and they're going to do it publicly.
Then there's Sol, Sofie's cousin. Sol and Finn have made eyes at one another over the last year or so; they've had just enough chemistry to make me want their story to happen. I wasn't expecting Sol's story to be nearly as depressing as Finn's though -- two different circumstances, two different ways of coping... but two souls who need one another to make it through.
This story was everything I wanted it to be and more. Sol is a fixer, so watching as she encounters things she can't fix was interesting; her coping mechanisms have had to change, and with that, she has to grow. Finn's anger and grief were so on par with the victim's role he tries to stay away from... Everything about his particular story was beautifully crafted, and heartbreakingly so at that.
I enjoyed the Tres Santos family and I knew I was going to really enjoy the O'Briens... but their stories are blowing me away. I cannot wait to watch as the rest of these fighters find their HEAs.
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He will no longer be able to suppress his demons. They're coming out to play, and they're going to do it publicly.
Then there's Sol, Sofie's cousin. Sol and Finn have made eyes at one another over the last year or so; they've had just enough chemistry to make me want their story to happen. I wasn't expecting Sol's story to be nearly as depressing as Finn's though -- two different circumstances, two different ways of coping... but two souls who need one another to make it through.
This story was everything I wanted it to be and more. Sol is a fixer, so watching as she encounters things she can't fix was interesting; her coping mechanisms have had to change, and with that, she has to grow. Finn's anger and grief were so on par with the victim's role he tries to stay away from... Everything about his particular story was beautifully crafted, and heartbreakingly so at that.
I enjoyed the Tres Santos family and I knew I was going to really enjoy the O'Briens... but their stories are blowing me away. I cannot wait to watch as the rest of these fighters find their HEAs.
for other reviews & tour goodies,
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