Synopsis:
Carissa Wright doesn’t do relationships. Raised with a junkie mother and an alcoholic father, building relationships were far off her list. Rather, one night-stands were her usual.
Carissa has one constant in her life—her best friend Velaney. Completely opposite of each other, yet they balance each other out.
Although Carissa admits to only wanting sex and nothing more, will she allow in the one guy who wants to break down her walls or will she run out of fear of finally letting her guard down?
She is unfamiliar with these feelings and wants nothing more than to walk away without a shattered heart. Will she be able to find the courage in order to turn a flame into a long lasting relationship?
With walls built up and emotions locked away, can she learn to put her heart on the line?
Or will each guy just be another flame?
Review:
Okay so this is The 3rd Spark book from Brooke so I advise you read the first two first even if this book is about a different person. This is Carrisa's story. And boy do I love this girl.
You meet Carrisa is the first books and Laney's best friend and room mate. You can see she's kinda wild just from the bits and pieces you see. BUT this book show's you just how bad. She was brought up with the worse parents you can imagine. They will not been winning any parent of the year awards that's for sure. No they didn't beat her while she was a kid,BUT what they did was so much worse. They mental tortured her. She basically brought herself up. With an alcoholic father and a strung out mother she really had no choice. She was lost. And the only person was her best friend Laney.
After this god awful childhood Carissa turns into a love'em and leave'em type of girl. People may say she's a 'slut' but whats really going on is in that few minutes of bliss someone wants her. Just her. Which she never had. BUT as soon as its over she's gone. She is not a cuddly type of girl,vowing never to open her heart up. Even after everything with her mam and dad she tried that before and still gas the emotional scares in doing so.
No one can get threw the wall's she's put around she heart.....
Well until an English big headed Footballer swans into her job.....
Drew is AMAZING looking *sigh*. Even from the get go she in drawn to him. Well who wouldn't be,he's a stomach you could scrub your clothes on,the face of an angel with a secret AND he has a TOTALLY sexy British accent. Yeeeeah Carrisa know's she has got to bed this one.
Drew know's the same though. Like a magnet he is drawn to her. Her sarcastic 'I don't care about anything' attitude does not put him off. Like an onion he's willing to peel her layers off until the REAL Carissa come's out.
As well as this book SO bloody romantic at times it is HOT AS HELL! Sweet Jesus,Brooke know's how to get steam coming off your kindle ;)
AND Just and everything is falling into place for her and Drew her past is always there to bite her in the ass.
Will they over come everything that faith throws at them,or will There Flame Spark and Burn? There's only one way to find out ;)
You meet Carrisa is the first books and Laney's best friend and room mate. You can see she's kinda wild just from the bits and pieces you see. BUT this book show's you just how bad. She was brought up with the worse parents you can imagine. They will not been winning any parent of the year awards that's for sure. No they didn't beat her while she was a kid,BUT what they did was so much worse. They mental tortured her. She basically brought herself up. With an alcoholic father and a strung out mother she really had no choice. She was lost. And the only person was her best friend Laney.
After this god awful childhood Carissa turns into a love'em and leave'em type of girl. People may say she's a 'slut' but whats really going on is in that few minutes of bliss someone wants her. Just her. Which she never had. BUT as soon as its over she's gone. She is not a cuddly type of girl,vowing never to open her heart up. Even after everything with her mam and dad she tried that before and still gas the emotional scares in doing so.
No one can get threw the wall's she's put around she heart.....
Well until an English big headed Footballer swans into her job.....
Drew is AMAZING looking *sigh*. Even from the get go she in drawn to him. Well who wouldn't be,he's a stomach you could scrub your clothes on,the face of an angel with a secret AND he has a TOTALLY sexy British accent. Yeeeeah Carrisa know's she has got to bed this one.
Drew know's the same though. Like a magnet he is drawn to her. Her sarcastic 'I don't care about anything' attitude does not put him off. Like an onion he's willing to peel her layers off until the REAL Carissa come's out.
As well as this book SO bloody romantic at times it is HOT AS HELL! Sweet Jesus,Brooke know's how to get steam coming off your kindle ;)
AND Just and everything is falling into place for her and Drew her past is always there to bite her in the ass.
Will they over come everything that faith throws at them,or will There Flame Spark and Burn? There's only one way to find out ;)
Meet the Author:
Brooke is a midwestern gal, from the cheese state of Wisconsin! Go Packers! She's a stay-at-home mom to a wild three year old. Most days you can find her reading or writing, or just hanging out with her family! She loves movies, cooking, and shopping! She's addicted to Starbucks, Coach purses, and wearing yoga pants.
Excerpt:
I’m still blown away by Drew’s sudden attack on my lips. He left without so much as a goodbye or a here’s my number. I don’t know why it bothers me so much, but it does. One moment I’m sad, wondering if I’ll ever see him again, and the next I’m pissed off that yet again, a man has staked their claim on me and then just bailed.
Ugh…what the hell is happening to me? I don’t think about guys. I dream of sex. Of multiple orgasms. But I don’t think of guys as anything more than just that—a way to get off.
But Drew…yeah, he’s different. He’s a blend of sexy meat layered with a sense of entitlement. He knows he’s hot—he has to know. His muscles are practically popping out of his tight t-shirt. And I’m pretty sure I even saw some ink under those sleeves. Had he given me more than two minutes, my hands would’ve wandered up those arms and felt those muscles.
Ugh…dammit.
Must get Drew out of my head.
“Fuck this shit,” I yell at myself. I waltz back into the bar, searching for him through the crowd that’s gotten rowdier since the next game started.
I spot him near the back, laughing with his friends as they continue watching the game. I stalk over, grab him by the arm, and drag him with me into the back hallway.
“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” I let go of his arm once we make it down the hall where it’s quiet. “Fucking hell, you’re strong.” He rubs his arm with his hand.
“What the hell was that?” I demand.
“I should ask you the same thing, Doll.” He eyes me curiously, not giving away his thoughts.
“Do you typically go around kissing girls like that and then bailing? Or am I the exception?” I realize I’m practically yelling at him, demanding answers, but I don’t care. He’s messing with me, and I don’t like it.
He thinks for a moment before responding. “I suppose you could be the exception to many things.” He grins, roaming his eyes up and down my body again.
I’m dumbstruck and bewildered by him. Fuck it. I grab his face in my hands and force his mouth back on mine. I’m not ready to leave his lips just yet—I need more.
He happily reciprocates, wrapping his arms around my waist as he backs me up against the wall behind me. The kiss isn’t sweet and tender like before, but rather needy and aggressive. The intensity is overwhelming, but I give in and let him take control of the kiss.
His hands roam down my ass and thighs, lifting my legs up as they wrap around his waist. He pushes hard against me, making me throb in between my legs as I feel his erection against me. Shit, he’s hard. I so desperately want to submit to my knees and take him in my mouth, but I don’t just yet. I’m too mesmerized by his mouth, his taste, that nothing else seems to matter but getting more of him.
“Oh my god, Drew…I want you. I want you right now,” I whimper out. There’s no point in beating around the bush. I want him so fucking bad.
“What do you want, Doll?” he asks, not parting our lips. “What can I give you?” he asks again softly.
Jesus…the sound of his voice is so fucking captivating. Panty-dropping, heartbeat-skipping sexy.
“Come home with me. Please.”
What the hell…I’m begging now? I don’t beg men. But shit…I’m ready to beg for him. I guess there really is an exception to certain wants.
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