***Warning*** (This book contains several aspects of the uglier side of life; it is not for everyone.)
The story of Deuce and Eva...
An undeniable connection that stands the test of time.
Unforgettable moments.
Love and pain and everything in between.
"Never forget the day Eva came bouncin' into my f**ked up life, shakin' pigtails, singin' Janis, wearin’ chucks and sharin' peanuts and straight up stole any decency I had left which wasn't a whole lot but she f**kin' took it and I've been hers ever since."
My Review:
Undeniable by Madeline Sheehan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Ok so what to write about Undeniable, I seen a few friends were talking about reading this and read the book description; which had me wondering if I would like something like this. So today I purchased it off of Amazon and decided to give it a go.
Well let’s just say I didn't stop reading it till I reached the end.
I only give 5 star ratings to books I will not forget for awhile and this was one of them. The subject matter might be a bit difficult for some but I didn't find it that bad. Yes she is younger than him, and yes they both have pretty messed up lives but it’s all they know. Growing up in this lifestyle is not easy but it is what they both know and understand.
Read the book description and you will understand what I mean.
And yes you may end up hating Deuce as he does cheat, and Eva does make some bad decision and walks out on Deuce a few times.
But what I got most out of this book was even though they are bikers and they are bad guys, you can see that they actually love/care/protect each other. They may be messed up but family is family even when your family is group of bikers.
I loved that Deuce and Eva loved each so much and never ever forgot that, through years of bad decision on both parts you still really really want Deuce and Eva together in the end.
So what can I say but go buy this book right away. Go Go Go!
To the author Madeline Sheehan...You are fantastic, your writing is great, I cannot wait to read each book in this series and if you ever need a beta reader or just want to send a new fan a copy to review you can contact me...Please Please!!!!
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Coming Spring 2013
*Warning: This book contains several aspects of the uglier side of life; it is not for everyone.*
The story of Ripper and Danny.
The first time I fell in love it was with a pair of blue eyes and a wide dimpled grin.
“Your old man loves ya, Danny girl,” He whispered. “You never ever forget that, yeah?”
I never did. And I never thought I could ever love any man as much as I loved my father. But as we grow, we change, we begin to make our own decisions and thus become independent and self sufficient and start turning away from our parents and turning to others. We form friendships, strong bonds and ties and begin experiencing life outside of the bubble we grew up inside of.
And we fall in love…a second time.
The second time I fell in love it was with a badly scarred face, the stuff of nightmares; the sort of disfigurement that mothers steer their children away from. Ugly, jagged slashes marred the skin from the top of his skull, down over his right eye, an eye that had been dug out of his face with a serrated blade. The scars continued across his cheek, over his lips and down his neck, ending at the top of his shoulder. His chest was a hundred times worse; scar tissue as far as the eye could see.
“Baby,” He said gruffly, “Man like me got no business with a girl like you. You’re nothin’ but fuckin’ beauty and I’m a whole lot of fuckin’ ugly who’s already halfway to hell.”
But he was wrong.
The story of Ripper and Danny.
The first time I fell in love it was with a pair of blue eyes and a wide dimpled grin.
“Your old man loves ya, Danny girl,” He whispered. “You never ever forget that, yeah?”
I never did. And I never thought I could ever love any man as much as I loved my father. But as we grow, we change, we begin to make our own decisions and thus become independent and self sufficient and start turning away from our parents and turning to others. We form friendships, strong bonds and ties and begin experiencing life outside of the bubble we grew up inside of.
And we fall in love…a second time.
The second time I fell in love it was with a badly scarred face, the stuff of nightmares; the sort of disfigurement that mothers steer their children away from. Ugly, jagged slashes marred the skin from the top of his skull, down over his right eye, an eye that had been dug out of his face with a serrated blade. The scars continued across his cheek, over his lips and down his neck, ending at the top of his shoulder. His chest was a hundred times worse; scar tissue as far as the eye could see.
“Baby,” He said gruffly, “Man like me got no business with a girl like you. You’re nothin’ but fuckin’ beauty and I’m a whole lot of fuckin’ ugly who’s already halfway to hell.”
But he was wrong.
Everything has beauty. Even the ugly. Especially the ugly.
Because without ugly there would be no beauty.
Because without beauty we would not survive our pain, our sorrow, and our suffering.
And in the world I lived in, the world he lived in, a secret world within the world, a world of of constant crime and cruel, cold, death, there was almost nothing but suffering.
“You may not be beautiful the way you were before,” I whispered, cupping his ruined cheek. “But you’re still beautiful. To me.”
Coming Spring 2013
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