I fell in book love with Jude Ryder by the first chapter of Crash and continued my love affair to the very last sentence of Clash. But that love, that love seems like a crush (pardon the pun) until I met the Jude Ryder in Crush. It’s three years later; both are almost finished their junior year in college-Luce is at Juilliard and Jude is at Syracuse. Still engaged, still planning on getting married someday. Jude’s quarterback skills make him a first-round draft pick. He signs a three year contract with the San Diego Chargers, and although the amount is never disclosed, he goes from rummaging the sofa for spare change to being a multi-millionaire overnight.
Jude leaves for training camp and Luce stays behind. Her choice. She wants to finish out the school year. And did she mention that she hopes to get a job for the summer? A job in New York. Jude is determined to marry Luce the moment she finally agrees to name a date; to give him an answer that is not “soon”.
“I want you in every way a person can be with another. Every way,” he said, his voice low. “I want you as my wife. My. Wife,” he repeated, as Territorial Jude burst free of his cage.
Jude, frustrated by Luce’s refusal to join him in California, shows far more patience for Luce than this reader. She worries that the kind of money and fame that is coming Jude’s way will change things, will change him. He worries that the distance will pull them apart. They become very innovative with satisfying their need for each other and the loneliness caused by their separation. Talk about a smokin’ hot Face Time call! Flying back and forth to and from California to New York becomes a new way of life for them. Poor Jude, his attempt to buy them a lavish home and a cool car fails to impress Luce. In fact, she becomes more sensitive about his money with his every purchase. She likes his team mates, but their trophy wives and girlfriends serve to make her feel out of place. She does become friends with Sybill, one of Jude’s teammates’ wives, and she is a breath of fresh air amongst that silicone, bedazzled group of fluff headed women.
Holly, and her son, familiar faces from the first two books, are forced by circumstances to come live with Luce in New York. Thomas, Luce’s dance partner, becomes a regular visitor to their humble New York apartment. Her old college roommate, India, helps to find Luce a job with her brother Anton. Seems Luce’s new boss has his sights on one Lucy Larson, Jude be damned. The remainder of the story has some angst for the couple caused by her boss, and her frustrating inability to fully commit to Jude. His fame creates a particularly embarrassing, caught on film moment, after the two share a skinny dipping tryst on what they think is a secluded beach. Queue the ballistic, possessive Jude we have all come to expect.
“Your boobs on display for the entire world. I mean, shit, those are my boobs. Not the entire world’s to enjoy.”
There has been real growth in the two characters, even with Luce’s maddening behavior. Crush has a fair amount of toe curling, blush causing sex that is delicious. And then there is the angst. There are two scenes in particular, one with Lucy and her boss and one with the couple themselves where I needed to just stop reading and catch my breath. Jude, oh Jude, did that really come out of your mouth? I felt my love for him slipping just a little; Jude Ryder does asshole very well. Their story comes full circle in Crush, the ends are tied up in a pretty little bow and the reader will be satisfied. As much as I loved Crash and Clash, Williams outdid herself with this one! By the way, the epilogue is one of the best I have ever read.
“It was give and take, and with Jude and me, I’d been more take than give in our relationship. It was my turn to step up to the give plate.”
Book provided by the publisher.