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401 pages, ebook
First published June 27, 2017



You all know me as Maximoff Hale. CEO of a nonprofit charity, one-time philosophy major, competitive swimmer, son of a sex addict mother and recovering alcoholic father, and the steadfast older brother to three and cousin to eleven
“Moffy!” Her mouth drops. “You’re a Hufflepuff. Be nice.”Damaged Like Us is a book I would recommend to all fans of the Addicted series, m/m lovers, and lovers of romance alike. It was a great start to this next generation series and I can’t wait to read more!!!




Our fame burns. And burns. None of us need to stoke the flames for it to stay lit. And me—fame is my friend and foe. It’s a part of me. A tangible thing that lives inside of me. This is the only life I’ve ever lived. It’s the only life I know.

His know-it-all smile fucking kills me, and I swear he’s one second from saying, do you like that? And I think, too damn much.
My gaze latches intensely onto his. And his brown eyes plaster onto my green. So strongly that I’m drop-dead positive we’re forcing ourselves not to look lower. Not to our lips, not to our bodies. Not to any forbidden place that’d cause disaster. I try to master restraint, but my eyes say what my mouth can’t. Kiss me.
I’m watched and observed all the time. By strangers. By cameramen. By people. And never, never have I come undone. Until now, until his eyes feel like hands, and I want them all over me.
“Wow,” Farrow breathes, “I rocked your teenage world, didn’t I?”
I flash him an annoyed smile. “I’m limp now. Thank you for that.”
Farrow glances at the hard outline in my jeans. “Your erection says you’re a fucking liar.”
I’m hooked by the way he’s staring deeply at me. Like I’m a fantasy. Like I’m something made of heaven and stars that he’s dreamt of—and I never thought to ask what a celebrity who could have anyone in the fucking world fantasizes about. And I wonder how long it’s been me.



I read into his words. “You think Moffy’s hot?”
“Everyone thinks Moffy’s hot.” Oscar rotates to me. “It’d be near impossible to find someone who says less than that. You see him. On a scale of one to ten, he’s—”
“Out of your league,” I say matter-of-factly. Trying not to appear territorial. My muscles contract, almost flexed, but Oscar can’t tell.
“More like, he’s way, way off-limits.”
Maybe.


⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Some wolf scout loving*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“If I’m not the hero, what am I?” Maximoff is waiting for me to call him a villain. In his comic books, that’s the dichotomy. Heroes versus villains.
He’s very far from one.
I press my lips to his jaw, his neck, and against his ear, I whisper, “You’re a prince who wants to be a knight.”
“And you see being with your bodyguard as wrong. And wrong leads to bad; and bad equals unhappy in your philosophically-bound head. You realize that not everyone thinks that way, Maximoff?”
My brows knot. “In what universe does wrong lead to rays of fucking sunshine and happily-ever-afters, Farrow? Please, enlighten me.”
“Thoreau said, ‘Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life. So aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something.’”








I broke the unbreakable rule. Don’t fuck your client.

fame is my friend and foe. It’s a part of me. A tangible thing that lives inside of me. This is the only life I’ve ever lived . It’s the only life I know.
He’s made permanent camp in my cerebral cortex and cock, and I don’t know how to extract him.

Farrow returns the aroused, taut sentiment. Our short breaths are the only true noise.
The headiest exchange of my life.
Undeniable.
He leans forward, his lips an inch from mine. And very deeply, very huskily, he whispers, “What do you want, Maximoff ?”
We’re like lightning and thunder, inherently different but alike enough to share the same sky.








“Maximoff Hale is something else, and from start to finish, I can't imagine anyone else having him but me.”
“Everything about Farrow is lightning cracking the night sky”




“This is what I missed in my life, and I can't imagine never discovering this feeling. Never having him.”



“We're like lightning and thunder, inherently different but alike enough to share the same sky.”
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
I’m hooked by the way he’s staring deeply at me. Like I’m a fantasy. Like I’m something made of heaven and stars that he’s dreamt of—and I never thought to ask what a celebrity who could have anyone in the freaking world fantasizes about. And I wonder how long it’s been me.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ❦ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .



"She has FOMEFT." Fear of Missing Every Fucking Thing.
Dear World, stop fucking with me. Sincerely, an agitated human.
Picturing a polar bear eating Fritos on the moon is easier than imagining Farrow as my bodyguard.
"Cool," I say as he passes me my phone. Yeah, so cool. Let my childhood-crush-also-turned-bodyguard pick out my lube for me. That will make not fantasizing about him so much easier. So smart of me. Genius. Maybe I shouldn't have dropped out of Harvard.
"It's a Cobalt thing... they have a harder time knowing when to shut up."Or for there to be so much delicious banter between Moffy and Farrow...
"You also have another typo."
"Shut up about the fucking typos," I say and adjust the air conditioner, my body hot as his smile stretches wider and wider.
"Because [my abs] are better, wolf scout." He huffs, then glares and motions to me. "Take off your shirt and we'll find out."
"Which one of you made the first move anyway?"
"Me," Farrow and I say in unison.
"I could've sworn the bet was to make me hard, not want to push you out of the car."

He adjusts the air vents and points the ice-cold at me. I glance from him to the road. "You cold?" I can adjust the air for him.This was such a small and simple moment, but I loved what it represented! It showed just how in tune they are to one another, how they're constantly thinking about the other person over themselves. Their relationship in general was amazing. I loved that they were two alpha males, it made it so entertaining! And somehow it felt different than the other MM novels I've read. Maybe it was the banter? Maybe it was the security aspect and potential danger? Or the constant need to one-up the other? Whatever it was—it worked. I don't feel like I've ever read about a relationship like theirs before. I'm not sure if that makes sense... but their alpha tendencies felt unique, and I can safely say Moffy & Farrow are my favorite MM couple ever!!!!
He types on my notepad app. "You looked hot."

They're my heroes. And I'm damn proud to be their son.And he tries to do this for everyone in his family. Farrow is exactly right when says...
Moffy tries to be everything for everyone.At times Moffy might come across as a goody-two shoes and seem a bit unreal, but I never felt that way. He just genuinely wants what is best for everyone, and I think as the oldest (male) child, he feels like it's his responsibility to give it to them.
What's right anymore? I'm searching for the sword that I need to fall on. I just don't want to hurt Jane or Farrow in the process. I can't hurt him. I can't.He's the type to bottle up his feelings, to hide his pain in order to shoulder someone else's, and knowing these sisters, I don't doubt we'll see him blow up at one point or another. And I'm kind of hoping it'll be at the paparazzi. He's a good sport about most of it. He even says, if he didn't look at it the way he does he'd "be irritated every minute of every single day." Because they're just so commonplace in his world, through no fault of Moffy's or any of the kids. All the fame is leftover and borrowed, but it affects the children all the same. And I think it bothers Moffy more than he lets on.
Our fame burns. And burns. None of us need to stoke the flames for it to stay lit.I have no doubt that we'll see that Moffy's selflessness has ended up costing him something. Everyone has a flaw, and his just might lie in his strength. I think there's a lot of development left for his character, despite the fact that he seems so solid, and I'm really looking forward to it! Character development is what these authors do best ;)

In my head, I can be his bodyguard and sleep with him. I'm that good. And it's that simple.Granted, some of this is being conceited, but a big part of it is Farrow's morality. I feel like Moffy's morality is discussed a lot, but no one says much about Farrow's. Their moralities are very different, and yet they are both good people. And I think it will interesting to see how this all plays out in the next novel. Because Moffy is a rule-follower, and Farrow is admittedly not. He lives by his own sense of right and wrong, something I personally appreciate because I don't subscribe to the idea that just because someone more powerful made a rule that that automatically makes it "right."
"How about rewinding and asking yourself, is it really wrong? Or how about this one: what is ethical to begin with? Who decided on these moral rights?"So when he said that ^^ I just about died. If I hadn't already been in love with him before that, that certainly would have made me fall. I'm SO excited to learn more about him.

We're like lightning and thunder, inherently different but alike enough to share the same sky.
My lips meet his lips, and the tension explodes. We thrust forward together. An invisible divide detonates, blown to pieces.
"I was always hoping and wishing for you... I'm in love with you, and I'm the lucky one here."But MY GOD! I need the other stories!! I need, like physically NEED Jane and Thatcher to be a thing *prays hard* Also I'm partial to Akara for Sulli, and I can't wait for that story line either...




