Sometimes the things we shouldn’t want become exactly what we need . . . Waitressing at a seedy strip club isn’t ideal, but it pays Sarah Adamson’s tuition. Her goal is to finish her master’s program and get a job that doesn’t involve tight skirts and groping hands. She doesn’t need distractions. Especially not the one that comes in the form of a hot-as-sin tattoo artist who works across the street from her apartment. Kicked out at sixteen, and a high school dropout, Chris Zelter is familiar with wanting things he can’t have. His fractured life has never been easy. As the product of someone else’s bad decisions, he knows exactly what happens when the wrong person controls your marionette strings. Now an accomplished tattoo artist in a renowned studio in Chicago, Chris has it together. Mostly. Apart from his infatuation with Sarah. She’s way out of his league, and Chris knows it. But he’s willing to be her bad decision. At least for now.
If you go into Fractures In Ink thinking that this will be a hysterical book that Mrs. Hunting is known for, well you may be disappointed. Fractures In Ink was a harder one for me to read, not because it wasn’t any good, because it really was a great read, but it was because I have felt that feeling of not being good enough. My life has never been like Chris or Sarah’s but I was made to feel like I wasn’t worthy and to feel that, to read about it knowing what that feeling is like made this one more intense for me. So I bet you are asking, “Book Whore why not 5 stars?” I think it was because for a minute there I got frustrated and said enough is enough when it comes to certain secondary characters, and the constant secrets that both kept from each other. But overall I thoroughly enjoyed Fractures In Ink.
Both Chris and Sarah have had a bad life growing up, I wish I had known more about Sarah’s, even though we get an idea on how it was, with Chris it was more prevalent in the story. Chris really broke my heart more than once with his thoughts and how he viewed himself, where you come from doesn’t define who you are today, it is ow you are in the present that does. Chris is a character that I will be thinking of for a while. Sarah wasn’t stupid but I believe her to be naïve at times, and honestly there were a few moments when I wanted to shake her and say “open up your eyes! “
Fractures In Ink will leave a piece of you fractured, hurting, and wanting for both Chris and Sarah to find happiness, know their worth and that where they came from doesn’t define who they are as a person nor does is dictate their future. This is a book that I recommend for y’all to read.
I’d been seeking out Chris as much as I could lately, even though he was worried about my lack of sleep. My feelings for him had become like weeds, growing faster than I could contain them. I should’ve been protecting my heart instead of trying to hand it over so it could be crushed later. So tonight, instead of pushing him to talk about whatever was making him hurt, I let him have what he wanted: an escape. I could be that. I was exactly that every night I worked in the club. I was my customers’ escape from life, from the wives who ignored them, or from the girlfriends who didn’t exist. I smiled and batted my eyelashes and pretended their lewd comments were funny. Tonight I could easily be whatever Chris needed, and if that was naked and a distraction from the things outside of his control, so be it. Or that’s what I told myself as I pushed his boxers over his hips. My clothing took a little longer to remove since I was fully dressed. Chris wasn’t as slow as usual, or gentle. There was an urgency in him I’d never experienced before. What he wouldn’t give me in words, he gave me in actions. Desperation leaked through, making him frantic as he pulled my shirt over my head and fought with the clasp on my bra. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I just wanna get my hands on all of you.” I brushed him away, taking care of the bra for him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I opened my legs and welcomed him between them. He locked shaking fingers around the waistband of my jeans and paused, his expression clouding. “You sure you’re okay with this?” “With you wanting me?” I popped the button. He lifted his gaze. “I fucking need you.” I shivered at his tone, wishing it indicated a different kind of need—a sustained one that was more than physical. But I pushed the feelings down, locked them inside my aching heart, and released my zipper. “Then you should have me.”
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NYT and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She's writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.
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