New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Jay Crownover returns with her most complicated hero yet, in the first book in the romantic suspense series The Breaking Point.
Shel: I don't want this series to ever end; I love the seedy underbelly of The Point. I love meeting each of the characters that Jay Crownover creates for us to detest and yet be completely helpless to love. I love reading about how each of these characters has formed their personas and how they determine justice and redemption--this series is completely fascinating and holds me in its thrall from the first word to the last word. Court: Yes. The characters are intense, but the writing and the way that they hold their convictions so close just draws you in and never lets go. I was a little nervous about Nassir with what we already knew about him, but guess what...the badder the better...kind of like Bax. I devoured this book, work be darned and it was worth it!
Shel: In Honor we get to know Nassir. Nassir, was always this silent, brooding, puppet master that we all loved to hate for many of the books in this series; that alone made me intrigued and curious as to how Crownover would make him a likeable anti-hero. It didn't even take me to the end of the first paragraph in the prologue to know that I'd be rooting for him and by the time I got to his first interaction with Key, I knew I'd love him and his wily ways. And I did--I loved him and all of his snarly brutal and loving ways. The same goes for Key--she is the badass of my heart. She's smart and independent and fierce and vibrant and is the absolute perfect counterpart to Nassir; she's soft to his hard and hard to his soft and together they are the ultimate power couple. Court: Like I said...I was nervous to boot, but I had a lot of faith in Jay as she's never steered us wrong before...I mean, c'mon look at the things Rule did (diff' series) but I love how she showcases everyone's 'flaws' to only show that everyone is human and just because something doesn't work for you doesn't make it not work for them. I won't say it isn't wrong, because a lot of it is...but getting inside of their heads helps a long way in understanding why they are the way they are. And I loved every single word of it.
Shel: Not only did the sometime tumultuous, sometime hilarious, and all the time passionate love affair of Nassir and Key hold my complete attention, the subplots and secondary characters were also so interesting and rich. I already have my fingers crossed for a few more characters to meet their fate in a way only Jay Crownover can create for them and I know that when the day comes that she puts this series to rest, I'll be a sad, sad girl. Court: I Thank God for Key! She really was the Key to Nassir's heart, and I hope you enjoy their journey as much as I did. We got to see them from afar in the other books enough to know something was brewing, but I was in awe and a bit surprised with exactly how it turned out. I think it is a major testament to Jay Crownover's writing and how amazing it is because the plot is so tight, the characters are deep and I just could not quit reading.
Shel: If you haven't read this series, start clicking. It's got passion and questionable morals and grit and heart and love and sex and anti-heroes and anti-heroines and is utterly addictive. Court: And anti is our favorite, obvs. :P
Don’t be fooled.
Don’t make excuses for me.
I am not a good man.
I’ve seen things no one should, done things no one should talk about. Honor and conscience have no place in my life. But I’ve fought and I’ve survived. I’ve had to.
The first time I saw her dancing on that seedy stage in that second rate club, I felt my heart pulse for the first time. Keelyn Foster was too young, too vibrant for this place, and I knew in an instant that I would make her mine. But first I had to climb my way to the top. I had to have something more to offer her.
I’m here now, money is no object and I have no equal. Except for her. She's disappeared. But don’t worry, I will find her and claim her. She will be mine.
Like I said, don’t be fooled. I am not the devil in disguise... I’m the one standing front and center.
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She harrumphed and slid off the desk so she was towering over me in those killer heels. I was glad she was back in her right skin.
I nodded solemnly and ran a tired hand over my face. It was a deal with the devil, but we both knew she was going to make it anyway.
“Very lucrative and profitable business only, and if for some reason the cops shut me down, I’ll return your investment plus fifty percent of my own.”
“How much did you sink into this place? And how much do you expect me to buy in for?”
I shrugged. “I spent enough to make it what I wanted and you can pay in the same Race did. Two hundred K. I’m the primary backer, so my word is law, but if you see something now working or a way I missed to bring more money in, we can have a discussion.” Race had actually put in double that amount, but I wasn’t about to tell her that, and no one had ever accused me of being honest.
She whistled. “That’s a lot of money.”
“You have it.” She would hate to know that I knew exactly what her bank balance was. It paid to have a computer hacker on the payroll. There wasn’t much about her I didn’t know, both inside and out.
“I do have it. I just don’t know if I want to give it to you.” It sounded like she was taking about a lot more than money.
“We open this weekend, so you don’t have much time to decide.”
“I feel like I never had a choice. The second you showed up in Denver, this was all bound to happen because you always get your way.”
I shook my head slightly. “Not always.” We both knew that.
Her eyes sparked with charcoal flecks and she took a step closer so that she could bend down and put her hands on the arms of my chair. She leaned closer and closer until her mouth was hovering a mere millimeter away from mine. When she spoke, the words danced across my lips and tasted like victory and fate.
“No, not always.” Her lips pressed into mine and I had to curl my hands around the arms of the chair to keep from grabbing at her.
She teased the clamped seam of my lips with her tongue and lightly scraped her teeth across my bottom lip. I wanted to toss her backward on the desk and bury myself inside her with no finesse, just pure, animalistic lust. She brushed her lips back and forth and laughed lightly as I bit down on my already injured tongue to keep from reacting. If I mauled her now, it would undo any progress I might have made with her.
She pulled back and reached out to run her finger over each of the high arches of my eyebrows. It was the softest, gentlest touch I had ever felt from another human being and it made my focus on her pulse even more heavily in my veins.
“Fine. I’m in. I’ll write you a check.”