Status Updates From After We Fall (Take the Fal...

I have to get out of here. I need some space, some air, some time for Evangeline to come to her senses. It’s one thing to see me in a controlled environment, where men are willingly matched up to fight for money. Where there are rules and clocks running down time, but what just happened…that was a full-on brawl because I wanted that son of a bi!#+ dead.

In chapter 2 she said she took "don't talk to the press" money from her ex's family, so although I like her idea of making a video telling the world what he did, won't there be issues with the $?

“I don’t need your permission not to feel bad, Officer.” His lips twitch. “Duly noted.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I practically bite out, “Are you making fun of me?” “Cops aren’t allowed to have a sense of humor, ma’am.”

She makes a small noise. I remember she once told me that she likes going up against a**holes from rich families who think they are above the law. Penn’s family is no different. They have more money than God and less common sense than He gave rocks.

Adulting sucks when you’re a single woman without a…crew, entourage? Squad? I can’t keep up with the latest term for “group of friends.” I don’t even have enough friends to form a triangle. Gah. I’m lame. Yet, I’m dying for them. Worse, I admitted it to Hunter, of all people, and practically begged him to be one.

I’m out of sorts. Lately, and I mean like in the past two or three days, I’ve been laughing again. Smiling, making friends, I think. I’ve been hugged and touched, and, for the most part, I didn’t want to run away screaming.” “That’s wonderful.” Piper’s eyes light up. “It means you’re getting healthy and not letting the past control your life.

Padawan referred to a Force-sensitive adolescent who trained in the Jedi Order to one day become a Jedi. . I had to Google it!! That's the 2nd time I came across "padawan" in a book recently and it doesn't come up in the dictionary.

Before my marriage to Penn, I loved making friends, loved having friends, and loved being the center of attention. All right, so I’ll admit it—I used to be somewhat prideful about my popularity—but I swear that I used my powers only for good.

He crosses his arms over his broad chest, muscles rippling. I can’t help but stare. The tattoos on his biceps and at the top of his hips don’t help things. “My eyes are up here, gorgeous.” My mouth opens and closes a couple of times even as my gaze snaps to his face. “I wasn’t—” “You were.” Yeah, I totally was.

Over the years, I’ve escorted countless women to shelters, but none have affected me on the same level as she did. Not a single one. I can’t get her out of my head. Can’t stop wondering if she’s safe, if she’s back with her sadistic husband, or if she’s lying dead on the side of the road. It’s where she was found the first time.

***ARC received from NetGalley in exchange for honest review. I finished this book a few weeks ago and forgot to review. I've read SOOOOO many books lately I need to go back and refresh. I know MV is always a favorite but I want to do the review justice.

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