From New York Times bestselling author Jay Crownover comes CHARGED, the latest in her sexy The Saints of Denver Series, releasing May 24th! Known for her strong heroines and alpha males, you won’t know what hit you as you read Avett and Quaid’s story. Keep reading for more about the Leagle Eagle and Avett and order your copy today.
Shel: I've started this sentence about eleven times now. I'm trying to be clever and smart and interesting and instead I'm hating every beginning so I'm just gonna say screw it and jump right into my thoughts about Charged and Jay Crownover's writing. Court: My thought on that: it's amazing.
Shel: Crownover's note at the beginning really set the tone for me. She shared some things that just made me adore her as a person as much as I adore her for what she writes. I completely identified with many of the things she shared about herself and that carried over to Avett and her justifications/guilt/rationale for doing the things that she did. I understood that horrible feeling of punishing yourself (and inadvertently the people who love you) or accepting some seriously crappy things that you shouldn't because you've convinced yourself that you've earned it because of poor decisions you've made. I know how hard it feels to let go of that feeling and how it can feel like a habit or almost a comfortable space to live in because it feels like you've been in it for so long it's almost worse to allow yourself happier spaces to dwell--that punishment can become a second skin if you're not careful and I think Avett had accepted it as such until she had Quaid show her otherwise. I so very much loved Quaid for showing her otherwise and I loved that he had some things to learn from Avett; Jay Crownover created a perfect pairing when she made these two. Court: I couldn't agree more. That introduction hooked me, and made me think...yes, this woman has been places and seen things and is imparting something vital to us in every page she bled herself dry on. That's how I think of stories, and the people who write them, and I am in awe. I shook my head at Avett more than a few times in our other books (and hey, I've loved the mini crossover with the Marked Men series that we've gotten), and was really excited to dive into this book. I identified with her in many ways, but mostly trying to find yourself when you feel like the people around you will always remember you for the hard stuff. Changing your self identity, and accepting who you are NOW is such a great message, and I loved her family and friends for helping her let go herself, and letting go for her. Quaid. I can't even say enough of my love for Quaid. It's ridiculous. He. stole. the. show. Okay, almost. They both did. My goodness, it was freaking fun when it needed to be, sad when it had to be, and uplifting in so many places that I couldn't get enough. I've been in a ridiculous funk for quite a while, and Jay Crownover never seems to be an author that gets effected by it! Thank goodness!
Shel: Charged isn't action action action all the time, though there is action; to me this is more of what I'd call an interior novel. We live in the thoughts of Avett and Quaid as they explore and dissect the hows and whys of their own (and each other's) pasts. Writing it this way gave me a personalized tour of who they were and how deeply their current lives were rooted in their past lives and it made, for me, what could've been a frustrating reading experience (had I not understood why they were doing what they were doing) an extremely satisfying one. While there were many pages devoted to what was going on in their heads, there was still plenty of dialogue, plot, looks at the characters we love from previous books, and some seriously steamy sex scenes (holy hot hell, these two were sexy). Court: It felt so fluid and organic. We got the information we needed, but didn't feel bogged down in details. We found it out exactly how I would think the beginning of their relationship was...with them. Living. The plot was perfect, and the pacing was as well. Not to fast, nor too slow...just right. I also really, really, really liked how things went with them. From forbidden romance,to maybe more, to never live without you love - y'all, this is a book you have to read right freaking now.
Shel: Do I say this all of the time, because if I do I apologize, but this is now my favorite of Jay Crownover's books. I love everything these characters were about--how much they respected each other and those that they loved (and who loved them)--and I hope that when Brite's cute tattooed neighbor and/or Church get novels (PLEASE LET THEM GET NOVELS) that we continue to see glimpses of the happy times of Avett and Quaid. Court: I feel like she'd be the worst kind of tease after that set up to NOT do it for us, but I'll cross my fingers anyway! Like, for real...the neighbor. YES! And Church! (Commandos with soft spots hit my soft spot). I'll let ya'll get to buying this one now, and if you don't you should be ashamed of yourself!
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From the New York Times bestselling author of the Marked Men books comes the second installment in the Saints of Denver series featuring a bad girl and a by the book attorney who could be her salvation…or her ruin.
Avett Walker and Quaid Jackson’s worlds have no reason to collide. Ever. Quaid is a high powered criminal attorney as slick as he is handsome. Avett is a pink-haired troublemaker with a bad attitude and a history of picking the wrong men.
When Avett lands in a sea of hot water because of one terrible mistake, the only person who can get her out of it is the insanely sexy lawyer. The last thing on earth she wants to do is rely on the no-nonsense attorney who thinks of her as nothing more than a nuisance. He literally has her fate in his hands. Yet there is something about him that makes her want to convince him to loosen his tie and have a little fun…with her.
Quaid never takes on clients like the impulsive young woman with a Technicolor dye job. She could stand to learn a hard lesson or two, but something about her guileless hazel eyes intrigues him. Still, he’s determined to keep their relationship strictly business. But doing so is becoming more impossible with each day he spends with her.
As they work side-by-side, they’ll have to figure out a way to get along and keep their hands off each other—because the chemistry between them is beyond charged.
She let her arms fall and scooted forward on the chair. She leaned forward and looked at me intently. Her eyes were mesmerizing and I found myself distracted by all the different colors trapped there. I had to ask her to repeat herself when I realized she said something and was waiting for a response from me. I needed to get my head in the game where this girl was concerned…this girl…that was the part I seemed to keep forgetting.
“What did you say?” My voice dipped lower than it normally was and I shifted in my seat as other parts of me started to notice all the interesting and attractive things about Avett Walker as well.
“I said, I Googled you.” She swept some of her hair back from where it had fallen over her shoulder, and I literally had to force myself to keep my gaze locked on her face as the motion pushed her chest up higher and tighter against the plain, black T-shirt she had on.
“Oh, yeah? How did that work out for you?” I knew what she would find: my service record, my wedding announcement, my work history from the firm, various tidbits on my most high profile cases, and various articles chronicling my divorce. Most divorces weren’t newsworthy, but when one of the people involved came from money and the other was as high profile as I was, it made for good filer on a slow news day. I was curious to see what her interpretation of the snapshot of my life that existed on the internet was.
She got up from the chair and started to pace back and forth in front of my desk as she talked. “It worked out well enough, I guess. I saw that you were enlisted when you were younger, which explains why my dad immediately liked you.” She looked at me over her shoulder and a tiny grin tugged at her mouth. “He doesn’t usually like anyone instantly. It takes him a while to warm up.”
I listened with half an ear as I watched her brightly colored hair swish around her shoulders. She didn’t come across as the girly or overly feminine type, so I wondered why she had gone with such a delicate and pretty pink when coloring her hair.
“I learned that you’re a Colorado native, that you grew up in the mountains, that your birthday is right around Christmas, which means you’re almost thirty-two, so you’ve accomplished a lot in your career in a short amount of time. I also learned that you own a lot of suits.”
I snorted out a surprised laugh at that last part, which made her stop pacing. She took a step closer to my desk and put her hands on the opposite edge, leaning forward. The new position made her T-shirt gape at the collar, and even though I refused to look down, I could see the hint of a leopard-print bra peeking out. That hint of something forbidden made my mouth go dry and had my pulse kicking. It was a powerful reaction to very little provocation, and I made myself beat it back, forcibly.