WILD CARD was originally published as the One Last Fight Duet – Part 1 & 2 – this is a re-released as a standalone novel
My review (amazon link)
Rollercoaster of emotions coming at you! (in a good way) I really like that this time it is the woman who has to work to try and wind the man heart. It is a story about second chances and what can happen if you grab the opportunity.
Rafe is a man who lives a little bit in the past or what he thinks happens and he doesn’t think that it could have happened for a very good reason.
Lily really goes all in this time to try and win Rafes heart. I have to say that I thought that she gave up to easy the first time, but now she tries to redeem herself.
Both Lily and Rafe were relatable and likable characters. Some of the side characters were …. reality show worthy.
The end was sweet and enjoyable, but why didn’t anybody do something about Mel!
Grab your book, a warm blanket and something to drink and put your nose in the book it will be worth it.
I received an ARC and I am leaving a voluntary review, but everything I write is my own opinion.
Blurb: (from the author)
Wild Card by Ava Ashley
Rafe
The hits that hurt the most are the ones you don’t see coming.
For me, that hit came six years ago when the girl next door, my best friend, betrayed me.
I’ve spent every day since then learning how to protect myself. How to fight. How to bury the memories of her so deep they never see the light of day. The way her lips tasted, the way her hair felt against my face as we… anyway, it worked.
Until now.
When a motorcycle accident lands me on forced leave from my MMA career, my manager convinces me to spend the downtime working on my public image. Which is how I end up in the last place I ever expected to be: a reality dating show.
I tell myself I don’t care. It’s just one more distraction from thoughts of her, and that’s all I need.
And then she walks on set, and suddenly I can’t breathe.
I ache to touch her, to run my hands through that silky raven hair and do all the things to her I haven’t let myself think about for six years.
She tells me I don’t know what happened that night, all those years ago. I tell her I don’t care. Not anymore.
So why do I want to pull her into my arms and never let her go?
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