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374 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 12, 2013




In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
—Robert Frost


...he, a self-proclaimed drunken, gun-wielding, biker extraordinaire, plopped his ass down on the seat, tucked his dick between his legs, and pissed like a girl.

“Little fucker is almost as big as the big fucker.”


"We existed in a world where words weren't needed. Everything I needed to know, everything he was feeling, I could already see on his face and feel through his touch."

Love is a feeling, a real, raw, and unscripted emotion so sensationally pure, unable to dull even under the strain of a world against it, strong enough to heal the broken and warm even the coldest of hearts.
Innate.
Unavoidable.
Undeniable.
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Madeline Sheehan has written another FAN-fucking-TASTIC, EMOTIONAL, GUT WRENCHING, SOUL SHATTERING, HEARTWARMING, UNPUTDOWNABLE story that I absolutely LOVED reading.
Just like Undeniable, Unbeautifully is a real, raw, gritty and intense story. From the moment I started reading it, it sucked me in and kept me up until the wee hours of the morning because I simply could not stop reading it!! It wasn't always an easy story to read; some parts of it were downright hurtful and messy, but in the end the beauty of it far outweighed the ugly and to me, that's all that truly matters. Unbeautifully is the kind of story that will unavoidably, undeniably keep you glued to the pages until you've reached the final page and everything finally clicks into place in the most beautiful way possible.
Unbeautifully is the story of Danny and Ripper...
Ours was the furthest thing from a picture-perfect romance; it was more of a car crash, a metal-bending, blood-spattered disaster that left no survivors, only bad memories and heartache.
But it was ours.
And because it was ours...I wouldn't chance a thing.
The story picks up right where the events of Undeniable ended. Danielle "Danny" West, Deuce's oldest daughter is now twenty one years old and she's the girlfriend of one of her dad's club's members, ZZ. At a summer barbeque ZZ proposes to her but right before she's about to answer him, the story shifts back to three years earlier. After that, we follow the events that led up to that moment, a moment in which Danny will have to chose between ZZ and Ripper...
Danny --
As an eighteen year old girl, Danny feels lonely and miserable after everything that happened with her family. Her mother left her at an early age and her father Deuce, although he loves her and would do anything to protect his children, isn't exactly a role model kind of dad which pretty much left her and her brother Cage to grow up by themselves. Al these events have made her into a strong, mature young woman, but at the same time she's also struggling to find out what to do with her life. On her prom night, Ripper was sent to pick her up from the dance, but on their way home, they make a stop at a lake, because Danny doesn't want to go home yet and one thing leads to another...
"Danny," he growled, refusing to look at her. "You keep touchin' me like that and I ain't gonna be responsible for what I end up doin'."
And then he heard it. Five little words that shut off his brain and spurred his body into action. "Ripper," she whispered against his ruined skin. "Make my prom night perfect."
She wanted him to make her prom night special and just for once, forget about all the misery in her life, and that's exactly what he did. They spend one blissful night together and assumed they'll be able to pretend nothing happened the next day. But something changed that night for the both of them, it was a night neither of them is able to get out of their head and as the weeks grow, they realize they've developed feeling for each other.
"Whatever he wanted me to do, whatever he wanted to do to me, I already knew the answer would be a thousand times yes. I was at a point of no return."
Ripper --
Ripper is a man with a broken past. After batshit crazy Frankie got his hands on him, he's ruined on the outside. He has so many scars on the outside, and it feels like his ruined on the outside too. Other than the Club, his life doesn't seem to have much meaning. Until he meets the beautiful, young, vibrant Danielle...
"All scars tell a story, beautiful girl," he said. "And mine," he said softly, grabbing my hand, trailing my palm across his cheek and then his chest. "Tell the story of how I found you."
Ripper's always had his fair share of women, but he's never truly cared about a woman before, never been in love, until Danny...
"But Danny was different.
A game changer."
Danny finally makes him see that although he's all scarred up on the outside; those scars don't make him any less beautiful. Shee makes him feel alive and determined to truly start living again after feeling miserable and rather wishing he were dead for a very long time. He realizes he loved Danny, but their love is unconventional. They're not "supposed to" be together. Ripper is fourteen years older than Danny and a member of her father's motorcycle club and both of them *know* Deuce will never allow them to be together... They have to sneak around and when things start to get out of hand, their affair become messy and highly emotional.
But is that enough to keep them apart, or will their love prevail and make them strong enough to fight the odds and fight for what they both deserve?
"It didn't make any sense. Did love make sense? Oh god, it was all too much. But like most things involving Ripper and me, they were always impulsive, messy, and confusing, giving new meaning to the term whirlwind romance."
Aside from Danny and Ripper's story we also get a background story with scenes from Eva and Deuce's POV. After what happened with Frankie, the guy who singlehandedly ruined a dozen people's lives, both of them are still struggling to go back to the way things were before Frankie. I loved the fact that Eva and Deuce still had a big part in this story and that they eventually get the HEA they both deserve so much. At the same time we also get a lot of background stories on the other bikers and their crazy-ass lives like the one of Cox and Kami (still going at each other like crazy), Jase and Dorothy (who have a tragic history of their own) and Cage (who's kind of a man whore but also a hottie and whose story I'm already anxiously awaiting!) ;-)
Madeline Sheehan writes epic, badass biker stories like nobody else and I can't wait to read the rest of this magnificent series!

But of course the main focus in Unbeautifully is still on Ripper and Danny and their tragically beautiful and heartfelt story full of pain, misery and suffering but in the end it all comes down to one thing: LOVE.
"Ripper," I whispered, clinging to his neck as he carried me from the bathroom into his bedroom. " I think I love you."
"Yeah, baby," he whispered, sliding back inside of me. "Ain't no other explanation for what a girl like you is doin' in bed with a man like me."

"Baby," he said gruggly. "Man like me got no business with a girl like you. You're nothin' but fuckin' beauty and I'm a whole lot of fuckin' ugly who's already halfway to hell."
But he was wrong.
Everything has beauty. Even the ugly. Especially the ugly.
Because without the ugly, there would be no beauty.
Because without beauty, we would not survive our pain, our sorrow, and our suffering.
"You may not be beautiful the way you were before," I whispered, cupping his ruined cheek. "But you're still beautiful. To me."
5 BEAUTIFULLY CAPTIVATING STARS.

…we came together in a frantic rush of skin and limbs, my magnitude of need an all-consuming burn that I needed…needed…god, I just needed all of him, touching all of me.
"Baby," he said. "Listen to me. I ain't beautiful, you are. You're so damn beautiful you got it spillin' out all over the place, blinding' you into thinkin' I'm beautiful when I ain't. Farthest thing from it."

"Meant what I said," he said, dropping his head, pressing his forehead to mine. "You're with me, you're with only me. I ain't gonna share you with some teenage asshat whose dick ain't full grown."
"No, baby, I'm not. I'm tryin' to figure out whether I'm gonna slap some sense into you or fuck the shit outta you."
…we came together in a frantic rush of skin and limbs, my magnitude of need an all-consuming burn that I needed…needed…god, I just needed all of him, touching all of me.

"Ripper," I whispered, clinging to his neck as he carried me from the bathroom into his bedroom. "I think I love you."
Laying me gently down on his bed, he climbed over top of me and covered me with his body.
"Yeah, baby," he whispered, sliding back inside of me. "Ain't no other explanation for what a girl like you is doin' in bed with a man like me."
"Yeah, beautiful girl," he whispered. "I'm feelin' you too."

"FUCK YOU!" He roared as his fist shot out. The mirror shattered on impact.
Shattered.
Just like his fucking life.

Jesus. Why couldn't he have had boys? All boys. Little fucking shits like Cage. A whole slew of 'em he could throw condoms at and be done with it.

Rainstorms brought you to your knees, soaking you in uncontrollable need, lightning flashing before your eyes while you dug your fingers deep into the earth, trying to hold on; unable to tell which was louder…the thunder roaring in your ears or the pounding of your heart.
Ripper was my rainstorm, my skin-drenching frenzy, where you couldn't tell right from left, where all you could feel was the phenomenon exploding throughout your body, feverishly burning through you even as it pleasurably cooled.



"All scars tell a story, beautiful girl," he said, releasing me to
A tear slid out of the corner of my eye. "Shut up," I whispered.
"And mine," he said softly, grabbing my hand, trailing my palm across his cheek and then his chest. "Tell the story of how I found you."

“Baby, man like me got no business with a girl like you. You’re nothin’ but fuckin’ beauty and I’m a whole lot of fuckin’ ugly who’s halfway to hell.”
“Ripper, you’re still beautiful. So you’ve got some scars. So what?”
“Ripper, I think I love you.”
“Yeah, baby. Ain’t no other explanation for what a girl like you is doin’ in bed with a man like me.”
Erik Jacobs had finally fallen for a woman.
“I’m gonna fix it, and then I’m gonna fix it again and keep on fixin it until the bad stops outweighin’ the good, until there ain’t nothin’ but good left.”
“All scars tell a story, beautiful girl. And mine, tell the story of how I found you.”






































“All scars tell a story, beautiful girl”


Hasty, impetuous, we were like lightning and tornados in a flurry of both excitement and agitation, making rapid, rash decisions, feeling, only feeling, never thinking, all the while heading face-first into a churning whirlpool of turmoil and not caring who we hurt along the way.

“I wanna rip you the fuck open,” he said, breathing harder as his thrusts became brutal. “I want all of me inside all of you, not just my fuckin’ cock, baby, but all of me. All of you.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I want all of you.”


"Every time he moved inside of me, looking up into his gaze, it felt as if we had already spoken a million words at a million different times.”
"Ours was the furthest thing from a picture perfect romance, it was more like a car crash, a metal bending, blood splattered disaster that left no survivors, only bad memories and heartache."























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After all the shit they'd gone through - the pain, the loss, the heartache, the straight up evil brutality that made them question everything they'd thought to be true and had nearly driven them apart for good - he knew he'd do anything for her. Steal anything, kill anyone, be anyone.
Love is a feeling, a real, raw, and unscripted emotion so sensationally pure, unable to dull even under the strain of a world against it, strong enough to heal the broken and warm even the coldest of hearts.
Innate.
Unavoidable.
Undeniable.
"I love her," he rasped, his eyes on Danny. "You want me to beg, I'll fuckin' beg. I'll do whatever I gotta do if it means she keeps breathin'."

He didn't just want to fuck her, he didn't just want her in his bed...
He wanted her on the back of his bike.
Yeah, he wanted to lay claim to Danielle West, ink his name on her body and slap an old lady patch on her ass. And worse, he wanted the world to know it.
"I'm tryin' to figure out whether I'm gonna slap some sense into you or fuck the shit outta you."





HELL YEAH...that's what I'm talking about!!!!!!!!!!


