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275 pages, Paperback
First published January 19, 2014













‘He stiffened and sat up even taller. “I’m not a little girl, Denver.”
“You’re sure acting like one,” I joked.
“You should try it sometime.”
“Ouch! That hurt, golden boy.”
“Whatever, chicken butt.”

‘“I don’t want to lose my best friend,” he tells me.
I bring up my other hand and run it over his jaw. “You’re not going to lose me. No matter what. We’ll still be friends.”
“Relationships ruin friendships. We’ve seen enough of that.”
I shiver with that truth. “True. But we’re different. We’ve been together since before we were born. I can’t live without you, so I won’t hurt our friendship.”
Bringing our entwined hands up, he kisses my knuckles. “Me either. We’ll take it slow, all right?”
“All right, my golden boy,” I whisper.
The effect of my words is instantaneous; the blue in his eyes intensifies to boiling. He leans in, his lips brushing mine softly. “Denver,” he whispers against me. “I’ve always wanted to make you mine. Ever since I understood what that meant. I’ve never seen anyone but you.” And even though his eyes burn with passion, I hear a little tremor in his voice.’
‘I want him. So bad.
“I know you do.” His breath tickles my throat. I groan as I realize I said that aloud. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he continues, as the vibration switches to coming from his voice, to coming from his tongue. I want to weep with relief when it sweeps back up my neck lightly. When he gets to my ear, he places a playful little bite. “Or, maybe you do know. I can’t decide how culpable you are in bringing about my downfall.”
His words confuse me, but I don’t have to wonder long.
“I promised myself I’d never ben with anyone like you. Someone who uses others. Someone who finds pleasure in other’s pain. Someone not strong enough to be herself.” My hands fly up between us, and I push him with all my might. He chuckles as he finds himself a foot or so away from me. We both ignore the fact that he let me push him away. Raising an eyebrow, he tilts his head and boasts, “I could do a lot with that spunkiness, though.”
“Why are you such an asshole?” I demand, as I use my shirtsleeve to wipe away the now-cooled trailed he left on my neck.
“Why are you such a slut?” he counters.’

“You’re so beautiful,” he echoes my thoughts. “I’ve waited forever to have you again.”
My mouth widens into a soft smile. I’ve wanted him too. I feel terrible for making him wait for my commitment. He’s always been so good to me. And he waded through all my bullshit, making him the only person I could ever truly count on. The fact that I almost threw him away is sobering. “You’re gorgeous, Greer, inside and out,” I breathe. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
He runs his teeth over his bottom lip and gives me a lopsided grin. “Yours?” he questions.
“Mine,” I confirm.
“Yours.”
‘She smiles. She freaking smiles at me. This girl. This girl who’s been through so much. She’s so tough, my little fighter. I don’t even understand how she’s walking and functioning, let alone fucking thriving, with all the shit’s she’s been through. And I have a feeling I only know the tip of the iceberg.’
‘Reaching out slowly, he runs his hand up my arm and squeezes my shoulder before I curl into him. It feels good here, wrapped in his arms. It shouldn’t but it does. Apparently that’s my MO. I’m the girl who enjoys things she shouldn’t.’



Used (Unlovable 1) by Lynetta Halat
New adult love triangle with a western theme. Does not stand alone.
"God decides who has blonde hair, who has brown...and who has slut DNA. Now there is nothing more to do but face the facts that are painfully visible in front of me. Because, despite all my praying, I've become her anyway. Someone not worthy of respect. Someone not worthy of loyalty, Someone not worthy of compassion. And ultimately, someone not worthy of love."
“You're more valuable to me than a quick roll in the hay. Do you have any idea how many times I've dreamt of taking you? But every single time I do, you're surrounded by white lace and rose petals...I've always wanted to make you mine, but not until the day you become my wife.”
"Do you remember me telling you once that you're the only one I see? If I let you go, I'll go blind. I'll see nothing, want nothing, be nothing."
"I can't be his when I'm not mine to give. I'm a slave to my emptiness. It's stolen into every aspect of me and owns me so thoroughly"
"I promised myself I'd never be with anyone like you. Someone who uses others. Someone who finds pleasure in other's pain. Someone not strong enough to be herself."
"No, no touching. Put your hands against the wall." They hang in the air for a second before I feel myself complying. "Good girl," he breathes.

I was team Ransom all the way. Greer was too stalkery, too in love. I know most of the people who read this were Greer fans, but I never got that. Denver needed more. She deserved more.
Rating: 4 stars, 4 heat
The first third was 2.5-3 stars. The second third was 4 stars. The last third? 5+++. While the beginning was slow for me, especially because I know nothing about rodeo, I am so glad I decided to stick with it, because I really loved the last third. Ransom is a baby Dom, and I think his alpha tendencies are just what Denver needs to pull her out of the self-destructive path she was on. I can't wait for the next in the series, Freed.





