The last book and end of the story of Randi and Trey( hopefully not🤞) has had me in suspense, biting my nails and falling in love once more with these characters.
I ❤️Tank and Trey but above all I ❤️❤️❤️Randi, she is the best.
In this book she faces one of the most traumatic experiences of her life, but although she is terrified, she is still herself: strong,caring, protector, crazy in the head, mouthy and a fighter to the end. Thank to the god of unicorns that there is a HEA, my heart could not bear anything else.
The author has made ❤️ all the characters, even the evil ones, so well written.
Needless to say, I can’t wait to read more adventures of these gang, both in Sam’ and Smith’s books( a great discovery in this book, I ❤️his dark side).
These books have undoubtedly become part of my favorites of all times that I will re-read over and over again.
I ask for one more book about Randi and Trey, their life on the White House, their life as a couple, as a family( Trey as grandpa 😂), what awaits them once Randi finishes her term...PLEASE,PLEASE ANOTHER ONE.🙏🙏🙏🙏.
I’m getting my girl back come hell or high water, in one piece, safe, and I’ll burn the world down to do it if that’s what it takes.
Okay, so now I know my line. Call me a cunt, talk about raping me, beat me to shit. But tell me something was handed to me? To Randi fucking trailer trash Sawyer? Hell. To. The. No. “You listen and you listen good, you pompous piece of shit.” My voice is strong, my words like a damn whip. “I’ve worked my ass off my entire life. Scraping by, doing whatever I could to make a better life for myself and my daughter. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has been handed to me. So get your pink panties out of your ass and realize you fucking lost your shot to a hell of a woman who is twice the man you are and will ever be.”
“I’ll enjoy killing him.” That should not be a turn-on. “Something is really wrong with me,” I mutter as I step out of his hold. “That makes two of us, because I’m so fucking hard it hurts.” I track the movement as he grips his cock over those sexy pants. “If I thought we had time, I would’ve kept you on your knees for a little longer. Now repeat what I said.” “You're so hard it hurts.” My voice is deeper than usual, husky with the need pumping through my veins and tightening my gut. At his chuckle, I rip my stare from his crotch to find a wide smile splitting his face. “Not that, Mess. The part about you running and not looking back.”
“We’ll have to fight for time together. But I promise you this, Randi, I won’t ever stop fighting for you. Fighting for us. Every day I’ll wake up ready to battle for what we have, and I know, I know you will too. We’ve been through shit together and made it through. What’s forever compared to all that?” His tentative smile and those honest words chase away all fears that have been my ever-present company since he slid that rock on my finger. Leaning close, I seal my lips to his and pour every ounce of love that’s gushing in my heart and soul into him. Sealing our battle plan for us with a kiss. We will make it through this shit show called life. He’s right. We will fight for each other—for us—every day. Because I’ve never failed in my life, and I sure as hell don’t plan to start with him. My name’s Randi Benson, and I will fight for him with all I have, no matter the cost. Forever.