Hunted by Nicole Goodin
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Hunted is the third book in the Love like Yours series, but it can easily be read as a standalone. Nicole is a new author to me, so I haven't yet read the other books, but I definitely will be :)
Right from the very beginning I was drawn into the characters. I loved how both Harrison and Quinn felt this pull towards each other, a pull that neither one could explain. Quinn wants the kind of love that her best friend, El, has, and something about Harrison makes her feel it could be with him. There's just a slight hitch in this plan. They've never actually met.
I love that there were some twists in there that I wasn't quite expecting. It kept me wanting to read more. I loved the banter between Quinn and El, the protective nature of Logan, the way that each character banded together to make sure that Quinn was being looked after.
This is definitely an author to watch :)
I sniffed and tried to wipe the tears from my face. “I just feel so fucking cruel El. But I can’t help it. I see you and Lawson and I want… I want a love like yours. He just wasn’t the one, I never wanted to hurt him, but he just wasn’t the one.” I hung my head and let the tears fall, letting the guilt pour out of my body.
Quinn was prepared to let Colt go. What she wasn’t prepared for was the inexplicable pull she feels towards his brother, Harrison Hunt.
Harrison lies bloodied, broken and bruised in a hospital bed. He knows how he got there, how badly he’s hurt… how close he came to death. The one thing he doesn’t know is who the girl with the piercing green eyes is, or why she frequents his dreams every night.
Colt doesn’t want to let go, but Quinn can’t hold on anymore. Her infatuation with a man she’s never met has made it impossible.
Harrison has a secret he’ll guard with his life, can he move out of the darkness and open up to Quinn? Or will the fact that his brother is in love with her be too much to live with?
I still had no idea how to deal with my brothers feelings for the beautiful woman in front of me. And call me an asshole, but right now, with her standing there in her underwear, it’s the least of my worries.
The scars marring my body, that she’ll see any moment, are the source of the fear that slices through my veins. I know she’ll ask. One thing I do know about her is that she leaves nothing unsaid.
The question is… am I willing to lie just to keep her?
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