Holy Smoke just finish reading this book and love it. Love the characters and how the book turn out to be, have to say that this book had me laughing, crying, and mad at some part but I love every single minute of it. this book has a little of everything action, comedy, and keeping you at the edge of your seat, I couldn't put the book down I wanted more, I am going to keep this short since I don't want to give anything away.
The story begging with Liam ( A.K.A.) Hetch he is part of the swat team a police officer, and he is being evaluated before h could get back to work. After the interview that he when through he is ready to go and have few drinks that how is best friend and team mate found him at a bar. After waking up not sure where he at he gets up and do his night time routing that's when he heard buzzing sound, and did not know where it was coming from until he heard his neighbored doing what she shouldn't be doing.
Liberty move in to her new apartment after breaking up with her ex, she works in group home call Heaven boys, she love her a job but she cant stand her neighbored and now more than ever after she heard that he was hearing her. After leaving him a note on his door the last thing that she was expecting was to meet him on a bar. when they both decided to leave together and they end up at the same place everything click into place and they realized that they where each other neighbored.
What they both where not expecting was for their life to turn up side down and the more time they spend with each other the more their feelings comes out until one accident change everything and their life turn up side down once again will they let the past go to be happy.
I love how Liberty and Hetch are with each other love it how she don't put up with no one craps, love it how protective Hetch is when it comes to her and love it when he do things to push her buttons just for he could hear her arguing. I love the chemistry that they have from the begging and the Sex Scene are hot.
I really love and enjoy reading this book Author River Savage THANK YOU once again for introducing me to this characters and this amazing book and for letting me review another of your Amazing Books LOVE it.
They say moments of clarity hit you hard. Like suddenly a deep understanding smacks you in the face. Your vision becomes unclouded, and a truth thatâs been out of your reach rushes at you. Itâs in that second your perception of reality becomes so clear you canât begin to describe it.
Some call it beautiful, some say it can be saddening, some even compare it to the moment your drug of choice washes over you, offering a moment of escape.
I wish I could I say my moment of clarity is an epiphany or some kind of life-defining moment that showed me where my messed-up life is going.
No, my moment hits me as the first wave of the orgasm Iâve been chasing the last few minutes washes over me.
âFuck, woman, wait for me this time.â His voice pulls me from my haze first, reminding me how messed up I am.
Heat covers my body, not from the life-altering orgasm, but from embarrassment.
Without thinking rationally, I throw my vibrator to the floor and freeze, afraid to move, as a low moan pauses on my lips. The thump of my beating heart, almost syncing in perfect rhythm to the throb drumming between my legs.
Jesus, please tell me he didnât hear me.
âDonât go shy on me now, babe.â He half chuckles, half growls, and even though there is a wall between us, the words wash over me; Goose bumps prickle my skin as if his warm breath whispered over me.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Slowly, as if by some freak of nature, apartment nine can see me through the wall, I roll off the bed and find myself on all fours.
Really, Liberty?
Fully committed to my actions, I slowly army crawl my way to the nearest exit.
A strong tap on the wall halts my escape followed by, âYou still there?â Another wave of humiliation crashes over me when I take stock of my predicament.
If I donât get out of here fast, Iâll be drowning in so much embarrassment, nothing will resuscitate me.
Unable to form a coherent thought, and not willing to engage with the pervert, I continue to low crawl my way out of my bedroom and into my bathroom. Closing the door, I stand, and quickly walk to the shower. After turning the faucet on, I strip the rest of my clothes off, then step under the spray of the water.
Jesus, that was close.
I have no idea what I was thinking. In fact, I know I wasnât. Which scares me even more.
I, Liberty Jenson, would never take risks like this. If asked what prompted this change in me, Iâd answer with two things.
Apartment nine.
And a self-appointed sex sabbatical.
It all started when I moved into my new apartment. At first, I was excited, ready for a fresh start. After a messy break-up, which included dealing with a douche ex who didnât know how to keep his dick in his pants, I needed a new place. Somewhere closer to town this time, secure, and most importantly, affordable. However, finding a place close to the city, which was secure enough to make me feel safe and would still leave me enough money left over from my program directorâs wage, proved to be a feat. After searching for five weeks, I was about to give up, accept defeat and move in with my mom and dad again. I mean it wasnât the worst thing that could happen to a single thirty-year-old woman.
Right?
Luckily for me, I didnât have to resort to such desperate measures when this place came up two weeks ago. After a quick walk through, I fell in love with the two bedrooms, one bath, and open kitchen living area. I filled out the paperwork, paid my deposit, a monthâs rent in advance, and moved in five days later.
Everything seemed perfect.
That was until I realized how paper-thin the walls were between apartments.
It started out subtle, a sneeze in the early evening on my first night here as I settled into bed. A soft murmur of a manâs voice the third night.
But then came the sex.
The hot, wild, filthy sex.
The fourth night in my new apartment, I was woken to the low moans of what I assumed to be a needy woman.
My face heats up remembering the screams, the grunts. The deep baritone of apartment nineâs voice as he told the âbitchâ to keep it quiet.
Unsure what to do, I laid silent, listening to my new neighbor fuck some lucky woman into submission.
Iâm not going to lie; I wasnât turned on by it. I was set alight.
I never thought I would be that kind of person, the kind who got off from listening in on someone get off, but something in the way he spoke to her, something in the way he spoke to all the other women since, stirred a new want in me. Soon I found myself seeking out my room for a chance to hear him.
It was wrong.
So wrong.
But it didnât stop me from wanting it.
The screams.
The deep grunts of pleasure.
I wanted it all.
I wanted it to be me.
âIâm officially going to hell.â I groan under the water, trying to wash the stupidity off me. Stupid would be the nice way of calling me a fucking idiot. And an idiot is what I am. Especially after tonight.
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