The second in the “seriously sexy and sinfully steamy”* Chasing Fire series, about a pain too deep to forgive and a passion too hot to forget…
Alessandra Sinclair knows that Hudson Chase is the last man she should want. The boy from the wrong side of the tracks has grown into a man who would do anything to get ahead, even if it means breaking Allie’s heart. But whenever she’s near him, the attraction between them is undeniable. And now that they’re working together, keeping her distance from Hudson is almost as impossible as keeping her feelings in check…
Hudson already lost Allie once and he refuses to lose her again. He’s determined to use their new business partnership to rekindle the spark he knows is still there. Only the closer he gets to winning her over, the clearer it becomes there are still secrets that could tear them apart for good…
*flops on the floor*
I AM EMOTIONALLY EXHAUSTED.
Release Me puts you through an emotional wringer that will have you twisting, turning & screaming. My particular scream sounded like ‘Holy Fuck!’, but you know, that’s just me. The second in the trilogy, this book is a marathon of slick sex, hot kisses and deep emotion. The way this story is written garners the same feelings that I have for my beloved Gideon. I don’t usually compare book boyfriends….oh wait, yes I do. And here, I can easily say that Hudson Chase is as good as Gideon Cross.
The book starts out with a substantial amount of angst. There’s a tragic event that pushes Allie (well, forces her) to interact with Hudson on an almost-daily basis. She doesn’t want to be attracted to him – she doesn’t want to be near him. She’s pissed at him for the stunt he pulled at the end of Remind Me. But she’s unable to help it. Amy & Ann Marie are the masters of angst. I could feel the venom Allie was trying to spew – but I could also feel the sparks ignite between the two of them as she did.
Hudson is perfection. He’s strong, loyal to a fault, and incredibly loving. He’s not giving up Allie without a fight. *CHEERS!!!* We learn more about his background and childhood in this book & he’s much more forthcoming than I thought he would be. However, while he thinks it doesn’t affect him, we all know it does. I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss away the shadows. And then kiss something else. *waggles eyebrows*
Speaking of…those sex scenes. phew! Even when things don’t go to plan, Allie & Hudson make it hot. Improvisation is their specialty. I’m pretty sure that they’re legitimately attempting to have sex every possible place imaginable, and I am fully in support of this mission. Carry on.
I was reading and reading and then somehow I found myself wrapped in a warm cocoon of love, hope, and happiness. It was glorious. I was floating on Cloud 9. Until I wasn’t. GOOD GOD. That cliffhanger. Fuck. We need to talk about the cliffhanger – you know, the one where my heart was pounding out of my chest. The one where I was literally sitting at the edge of my couch & whisper-screaming at my kindle. It’s a good cliffy. Unless you hate cliffies, then…welp, READ IT ANYWAY.
Release Me had me glued to the pages while my heart was bursting out of my chest. It’s full of passion & suspense that will leave you breathless. I LOVE THIS SERIES SO HARD. It deserves every single one of those five stars!
[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]
When Allie turned to the mingling crowd her smile slipped from her face. Her breath caught and her steps faltered.
She stood motionless, unable to look away as he entered the reception area and shook hands with several people. The expression on his face was all business, and yet there was something so inherently sensual about the way he moved. He wore a black tuxedo, Ralph Lauren if she wasn’t mistaken, that fit the contours of his body in a way that made it impossible not to imagine the hard planes of muscle that lay beneath. But it wasn’t the sight of Hudson Chase in a tuxedo that caused an unwelcome tightness in Allie’s chest. It wasn’t even his dark wavy hair, perfectly messed with that sexy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look that made her fingers flex with an instinctive desire to touch it. It was the voluptuous brunette draped on his arm.
Allie recognized her immediately from the event at the Field Museum the night she and Hudson had first become reacquainted. She looked as stunning as she had that night. Her dress wasn’t red this time, but instead a champagne color a few shades lighter than her flawless bronze skin. And her long dark curls were piled loosely on top of her head, not cascading over her bare shoulders, but the effect was no less devastating. The woman had the curves of a centerfold and a face worthy of the cover. Hudson had insisted they hadn’t been seeing each other, but Allie got the distinct impression their arrangement was more than just a few casual dates. It was obvious the way Sophia’s hand stroked Hudson’s forearm, she was under that impression as well.
He flicked his gaze briefly to her hand, then back up. When he did his eyes met Allie’s and he stilled. A crowded ballroom stood between them, but in that moment it felt as though they were the only two people in the room.