The Consequence of Rejection is the fourth book in the Consequence series by the fabulous Rachel Van Dyken. I'm one of her biggest fans and I love that she can write anything. Mafia, historical, humor, paranormal, you name it, she can write it. And write them all with fresh, witty characters. New and fun plots. Laugh out loud humor and sobbing tears. This is Jason's story. Poor Jason. I've loved him from the very beginning. There was just something about his sadness that called to me. Also, his wrong place at the wrong time luck. He just needed time to finally come to terms with the universe and himself. Oh, and the only woman he ever loved who ran away from him after he proposed to her. Crazy girl, Maddy. It's been ten years and she's back in town. She wanted to get out, go to college and be something. Not get stuck in the same town she grew up in. And after all this time, she ended up back there anyway. Fate? Luck? Seeing Jason after all these years brings back all her feelings. Guilt, lust, love, anger. Yes, she ran, but he didn't chase her. What did that mean? Jason never got his heart back after Maddy left town with it. He's been living the life he wanted. He's a cop. Has friends and family. When Maddy comes back to town, he sees her, loses his car door, breaks his toe and gets struck by lightning. Then he listens to Max, who's still off his damn rocker, and gets Maddy to agree to two days. Go back through memory lane to get closure. Relive their shenanigans, their first kiss, their high school love. Until it's not reliving anymore, it's now and it's real. But can it be? Can Jason trust that Maddy won't run again? Will Jason truly forgive her and finally get his happily ever after? I loved this story. Jason. Sigh. I love him so much. He suffered a lot to get his happy and it was so worth it! Every fall, every break, every close call. He had to prove he was ready. Overall, I laughed out loud, teared up a little, had to fan myself, and loved seeing the gang again!
Ten years, and his kiss hadn't gotten worse.
No, it had gotten better.
He was all smooth velvet, tasting me, making my body hot all over as his lips moved across mine, covering my mouth, claiming it
"Every time I see her, I want to yell."
"Because you're angry, and where there's anger, the heart 'twill not grow."
"The hell?" Colt rasped. "he just say, 'twill?"
They passed around a flask, and then Max handed me a sub sandwich, as if that would make it all better. He was like the Italian who solved everything with food.