“Despite our losses, we would keep going. Never give in or give up. Because love always wins. Always.”
➦I will keep this review short and sweet. First of all, if you haven’t read the first book in the duet you definitely need to read that one first. You can read my review to the first bookHERE
➦Passing out while reading before bed is a pretty regular occurrence for me. But sometimes… RARELY… a book will keep me up. That’s a great book! This book, however… THIS BOOK has not only kept me up, but I couldn’t even fall asleep for a while after I put it down. If that’s not a sign of an amazing read, then I don’t know what is!
➦Emma Scott’s writing is absolutely stunning. The characters she creates are so unique and beautiful – you cannot help but fall in love with them. The experiences she describes are so raw that you feel like you’ve lived through them yourself. Nothing felt over the top for me, it all felt authentic and real. There were a lot of events in the book that have left me angry and sad and I just… FELT.
❤This is a story about loss, love and healing. With it being a rather slow paced read, I felt like I was healing alongside with the main characters while flipping the pages. It took them some time to accept, move on and live.
❤Overall, the book is not heavy on sexual content, BUT… when these two finally come together…
I might or might not have spontaneously combusted. lol IT. WAS. HOT!
➦The two books in Full Tilt duet are my absolute favorites of all time and I could not recommend it enough! They are tear jerkers though, so just prepare some tissues in advance and may be stock up on ice cream 🙂
I concentrated on the music, pretending to listen and resolutely not looking at Theo. But the damn music was bluesy, sexy… A slow burn of want and longing. It dialed into my already aching body, filling me with a need to be touched.
A shadow fell over me, and I looked up to see Theo standing, his hand outstretched.
“Dance with me.”
It wasn’t a request, and my traitorous body was already rising to its feet before I could think.
Theo took my hand in his and led me to the small dance floor, where a dozen other couples were swaying to the music. Some, driven by the sultry tones of the song and the singer’s smoky voice, were grinding their hips together, thighs intertwined.
Theo slung my arms around his neck, then put his hands on my hips, and began to move.
I’d never stood this close to Theo before. Our bodies pressed tight. Our faces so close, I could smell the sweet heat of his food, the bitterness of beer, the salt of his sweat. His heart beat thick against mine. The ragged exhale of his breath.
“You told me at the wedding you didn’t dance,” I said, every part of my body conscious of touching every part of his.
His mouth shaped the words, “I lied,” but no sound reached me over the music.
I could barely breathe. I was losing myself in him. Our eyes locked. I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. The light brown of his eyes fiery, like a shot of whiskey backlit by a white-hot flame. His hips ground a slow circle against mine, his thigh inching between my legs. One arm slid around my waist, the other came up the middle of my back, holding me close. My arms wound around his neck, my fingers burrowed into his damp hair.
“I like this,” he murmured. His whole body was flush against mine. I could feel its power, the strength of his muscles holding and moving me with the music. The hollow of his neck glistened. I felt my own sweat slide over my collarbone and between my breasts. My blood was on fire in a way that was entirely separate from the Louisiana summer. A heat Theo was building in me with every roll of his pelvis against mine. I felt the stiffness of his jeans against my skin as his hand slipped down to my ass, pressing me tighter against him. Grinding in a dance that felt more like…
About the Author
Emma Scott is a writer, marathon runner, and caffeine addict, who lives and writes in the California Bay Area. She has two smart, feisty little girls, a super-supportive husband, and is a demonstrated fan of the Oxford comma. She is also an unabashed Star Wars geek and comic book enthusiast who fell into romance novels when a writing contest prompt turned a 1000-word romantic story into a full-blown novel. She also writes epic fantasy that suffers an epic word count.
She hopes you enjoy her work, encourages readers to leave feedback, and thinks it’s amusing to write about herself in the third person. And if she has a driving force the fuels her work, it’s that love always wins.