After five years, tragedy brings Hannah Casey back to Hurricane Creek to bury what’s left of her family. She’s flunking out of college, haunted by scandal, and the only person who cares is Sean Whitlow, an irresistible bad boy with a soft spot for her. The problem? He’s her dead sister’s ex.
Sean doesn’t bleed red, he bleeds motor oil. During the week, he struggles to turn his auto repair shop into a profitable business. But when Saturday night rolls around, he’s the reigning stock-car king of the local race track. He doesn’t know how to lose–or how to walk away and leave Hannah alone with her grief.
Between her grades and her wealthy family’s dark secrets, Hannah’s barely holding her life together. And the last thing Sean needs is to get tangled up with another Casey girl. As the attraction between them spins out of control, they’ll either find a love with no limits–or go up in flames.
I don’t stay in bed. By the time Sean comes knocking on Evie’s front door, I’ve washed my face, brushed my teeth, and torn through my room, kicking dirty clothes into the closet and wondering how I made such a damn mess when I don’t even have all my things with me.
I’m at the door before I remember I forgot to change, and it’s too late now. So I answer the door in my pajamas—cotton shorts and a tank top that feels transparent right now.
“Hey. Come on in.”
“Good morning.” He actually did something, one of the bright blue boxes from the bakery down the street from the boutique, and he hands it to me as he walks in.
“Thank you.” I carry the box into the living room, where my quilting supplies are spread out on the floor in front of the TV. Evie helped me sort scraps last night, and I went to bed without putting anything away. “Are you thirsty? I can make coffee, or we have some Cokes.”
“The bakery thinks of everything.” He tilts his head toward the box, and I open it to find two covered cups of coffee nestled inside along with the pastries.
“You’re going to spoil me,” I tell him as I sit on the couch. The coffee table is another of those pieces that looks either cosmetically distressed or lovingly salvaged—only now I know which. Evie finds them at flea markets and yard sales, dropping ten dollars on pieces of furniture no one wants, only to turn around and make them beautiful.
Just like Sean and his car—or me with my scrap quilts, I guess. Maybe we’re all obsessed with rescuing broken things.
Sean takes one of the coffees and sprawls out beside me, one arm looped casually around my shoulders. “Got any plans for today?”
Just the hospital later, but I don’t feel like bringing it up. So I reach for one of the pastries instead, breaking off a corner to nibble. “Not really. I need to open up my laptop and actually deal with some of my email, I guess.”
“Sounds fun.” He wrinkles his nose as he leans his head back and closes his eyes. “I left Gibb alone at the garage.”
I should probably feel guilty about that, but it’s hard to when he’s here, next to me, and I get to snuggle into his side as I eat breakfast. “I’m sure he can handle it. He seems really good at his job. Evie says he is, anyway.”
“She’s right.” Sean tilts his head my way and opens one eye. “You look good.”
My cheeks aren’t the only part of me that heat at the compliment. I abandon the pastry and coffee in favor of curling closer to him, because every point of contact means another giddy spark of anticipation.
It’s easier to flirt with him in text messages, but I try to capture a hint of that mischief as
I smile at him. “I stayed in my pajamas just for you.”
“I like it.” The back of his hand brushes my bare thigh.
An accident? I don’t want it to be. Holding my breath, I shift closer, chasing his fingers.
But he hasn’t moved, so I wind up rubbing my leg against his hand.
Sean is watching me now. “Does Evie come home for lunch?”
I don’t think I’ve been here long enough to know for sure, and I can’t remember right now, anyway. Because that’s not what he’s really asking. This isn’t safe like the lake, with people nearby to keep us from going too far.
Whatever too far means.
“I think she might be meeting Sawyer for lunch,” I tell him, because I know she talked about it. Was it today? God, I hope so, because I can’t think with Sean watching me.
He slides his free hand into my hair and cups my neck. He doesn’t say anything, but he’s utterly focused on my mouth, and he draws in a sharp breath when I lick my lips.
It’s the reminder I need—that I’m not the only one caught in the grip of needy hunger. I press my hand to his chest, splaying my fingers wide. Not to hold him back, but to brace myself as I lean in.
He lifts me into his lap instead, his steely grip a shocking reminder of his strength. I end up perched on his thighs, my knees riding alongside his hips. Straddling him, and it’s nothing like the lake. We might be wearing more clothing—well, he is—but there’s no darkness or water to hide behind.
He can watch my cheeks flush, and he can watch that warmth spread. My tank top is too thin to hide the tightening tips of my nipples, so I crush my chest to his and kiss him before reality can catch up with me.
But it isn’t reality that crashes into me a heartbeat later. It’s sensation, the tightness spreading into a deeper heat as his tongue slicks over mine, and his fingertips edge beneath the hem of my tank top.
I want to melt. Everything inside me is screaming for it, but I break away and pant against his cheek. “I should tell you. That I still don’t—that I’m not ready—”
“For sex?” His voice is low, hoarse. Filthy.
I never thought anything could weaken my resolve. But I didn’t know I could feel like this—flustered and turned on and achy. Empty, and just thinking that makes me feel debauched. “Can we still do other stuff?”
His chest rumbles beneath mine, and his hands slide higher up my back. “Hell, yeah.”
I’m a huge, and I mean HUGE, Kit Rocha fan. Ever since a very good friend told me to read their Beyond series I’ve been hooked and have the swag to prove that I’m an O’Kane for Life, so when it was announced that the ladies behind one of my favorite series had taken on another moniker and were putting out new series there was no doubt in my mind that I’d be getting my hands on it and lo and behold, I really liked Anything but Broken.
I know some will say that it’s a given considering my fangirl love of Kit Rocha, and there is a thread of truth there that I would definitely look more favorably on anything they publish, but the flip side is that my expectation level is much higher and in the end they proved once again why I love them so much.
Anything but Broken is a true 180 degrees away from the Beyond series. It’s not dystopian and it’s not erotica, there aren’t gangs out to undermine each other. It’s New Adult Contemporary Romance but there is still that emotional connection between, and to, the characters and the feel of family ties (good and bad) that jumps off the page at you, pulls you in and keeps you turning the page and once I started it I didn’t put it down until I reached the end.
The beginning of this book is filled with so many things unsaid that I couldn’t help be be sucked in to it. There was a mystery to be solved and Hannah was the key, though she herself was so lost and broken that I couldn’t help but wonder how I’d end feeling about her and funny thing, I actually liked Hannah. She’s this mix of awkwardness, determination and honesty that I just found appealing. I connected with her and found that I really wanted her to get past her demons and live the life she should’ve been living from the start. Sean I really liked. He’s sweet, sexy and compassionate. And though I wouldn’t label him as an uber Alpha male, I will say that he has a quiet confidence surrounding him that definitely draws you to him.
Their relationship is complicated, understatement of the year I know, but that’s the best word to use and yet it they worked through it all. Did it help that they already had a connection to each other regardless of how? Of course but five years had passed with no contact so they still had a lot to learn about each other and I enjoyed how they navigated through and around the various bumps in the road to get to their HEA. It was sweet, heartbreaking and had some great sexy moments. Also, something I do feel the need to mention, and even give a little praise for, is that this book is done in first person-dual POV so inner monologuing happens BUT Sean and Hannah actually speak to one another and work things out. I know it may not be that big of deal for some, but things working out due to a conversation that only occurs in one of the characters heads just doesn’t do it for me.
Though it probably doesn’t need to be said the writing was engaging and flowed well, which is what I’ve come to expect and love from these authors. The pacing was well done and while there were some aspects of the story that I guessed correctly at, I enjoyed how it all unfolded. I enjoyed the details about the racing world, though to be honest most of it went right over my head, but it showed that they definitely did their homework. And then there are the rest of the characters that we get to meet. Can’t argue that I’m looking forward to Gibb and Evie’s story, because they were great in this one and loved getting to know them, but it’s Mason Shaw that really intrigues me, so Imma cross my toes that we get to see more of him.
The Bottom Line: Solid start to a new series and can’t wait for the next one!
~ ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest review ~
Joelle Knox is the penname of co-writing team Donna Herren and Bree Bridges. Best friends for years, they’ve been collaborating and publishing together since 2008. As Kit Rocha they write the award winning dystopian erotic romance Beyond series, and as Moira Rogers they’ve penned dozens of paranormal novels, novellas and stories.
Anything but Broken is their first contemporary romance and their first new adult romance.