Panic by J.A. Huss
Series: Rook and Ronin #3
Source: Personal Library
My Rating: 4.5 of 5 stars
Rook is chasing her dream—film school and a chance at a life beyond the one she ran from six months ago. But before she can become the girl she wants to be, she must deal with the girl she left behind.
Ronin is also chasing his dream—a family of his own and a life away from erotic modeling. And he too, has a past he’s trying to forget. A past that makes Rook question everything about their life together.
Lies, secrets, and shocking truths will rock the foundation Rook and Ronin have built. Can they put the past behind them and move forward together? Or is this just another too good to be true relationship that will crash and burn in the end?
In book three, Rook is just coming to terms with how much money she has – and it’s a pretty impressive nest egg. Just a few weeks ago she was broke and now she has over a million dollars in her bank account. Unsurprisingly, she’s pretty content with her lot. Her ex has thankfully disappeared off the scene and Ronin and Ford are taking very good care of her. Both men have very similar motives when it comes to Rook, and that’s not so good, but we’ll get to that later. Men, huh?
So, Rook’s busy with her day job, helping Ronin check in the ‘girls.’
I check in hundreds of girls. Hundreds of beautiful girls who make me look like some homeless person living out of a garbage can in my zippered hoodie and my last year’s jeans.
I’m not kidding either. I know I’m not ugly. Hell, I’m pretty enough to get two major modelling contracts, so that’s not what this is about. It’s not about me, or my degree of pretty. These girls are drop-dead, can’t-take-your-eyes-off-them, stunningly beautiful – gorgeous.
Claire’s back from rehab, slathering herself all over Ronin, and there are pretty girls everywhere. Rook’s a wee bit jealous. Well, who wouldn’t be? She doesn’t let that get in the way of sex, though. Atta girl!
“Wanna have living room or kitchen sex?”
He winks at me and I let out a long breath and laugh.
His hands slide around my hips, dipping down to caress my ass a little through my tight jeans, then slip under my shirt. “Or patio sex?”
“What’s wrong with shower sex?” I ask, smiling. What’s gotten into him?
“We have shower sex every day, let’s spice things up.”
And the sex is soooo good.
I laugh when he sucks and nips the tender skin there, and then arch my back because holy fucking shit, I had no idea that spot was so, so, so… erotically sensitive.
But there’s work to be done and Rook hightails it up to Shrike Bikes where’s she about to become a cable TV star, before all hell lets loose and the shit really hits the fan. There is a super conspiracy plot in the midst, her man is in trouble and it’s ROOK TO THE RESCUE! And there’s lots of delicious drama, a bit of running and some squeezing into very tight places. But if your man is going down, you should help him out and if you do help him out, do it in style. Tick box. Just try not to get yourself killed in the process…
Arrgh. Ronin is going all gooey on us.
“Miss Corvus, I am so far beyond in love with you, I can barely function. I want to marry you. Like yesterday. But I know that’s not gonna happen just yet, so I just want you to know, I can wait.”
This boy has it bad. Basically, he wants his girl barefoot and pregnant, but no way is that going to happen just yet. Quite the opposite, in fact. Ford warns that at the least provocation Rook is probably going to run and Ronin needs to back off a little. Obviously this does not go down well…
“I’m not breaking up with her.”
He hangs in there, and employs his best tactics to get his girl hooked. Hot shower sex, dinner dates and gifts. What girl would not love Ronin? (And he’s dead cute, did I mention that?) Alas, his girl is leaving town to work with his two best friends (who both adore her, some in more innocent ways than others) and do a spot of reality TV filming. Does Ronin go berserk like any normal male would? Of course not. He’s much smarter than that, not to mention downright sneaky. He’s got tabs on his girl all over the place.
He’s shortly going to find himself in hot water with Rook, though. He has a thing about lying, be it innocent or otherwise. If you’re doing a spot of lip locking with an old friend, you need to fess all or be prepared for the consequences. Oh, and then there’s the odd murder case that you might have forgot to mention… I know, how easy is it to forget something like that? And how likely is it that your girl will find out about it?
So does Ronin save the day, rescue his girl and walk off bravely into the sunset?
Err… not exactly. He finds himself in a spot of bother with the feds. Thankfully, Ford, Spencer and Rook manage to sort something out. People get into trouble, nastiness happens… but it’s not all bad.
“What’s her name?”
“She has no name.”
I laugh. “Ford.”
“I’m serious. I never get their names.”
“Is she a call girl?”
He scowls. “No, I don’t pay for sex, Rook.”
“Hmmmm. I’m not sure what to think.”
I know what to think, Rook. FORD IS HOT. He makes my insides spontaneously combust at regular intervals. (In a nice way, in case you were wondering…).
His mouth dips down to my ear, his breath hot against my skin, and for a second I think my heart will actually stop from the shock of it all.
“Like this, Rook.” Ford’s soft words vibrate into me. “I like you. I’d like to show you how much, actually. I’m being a gentleman to make life easier for you, but believe me, it’s not really in my nature to be so accommodating. I typically just take what I want.”
A shudder erupts as his fingertips drag lightly across the back of my neck. He pulls away smiling. “So keep the fuck up or I’ll make things very confusing.”
If you aren’t confused Rook, I am. That man makes me dribble in the worst way. Thankfully, Rook knows whom she wants, but I sure as hell wouldn’t.
The BDSM bits
“Well, you are a schoolgirl, right? I think I’m gonna have to go looking for a little tartan skirt and some knee socks. Dress you up in a sexy outfit this weekend.” (Ronin)
“Don’t tease, Gidget, or I’ll spank you.” (Ronin)
“And if I was Ronin I’d spank the shit out of you and make it hurt for being such a brat.” (Ford)
Welllll, I don’t know about you Rook, but I’d look forward to that one 😉
Ronin dealing with the feds
One. Embrace the orange jump suit. You cannot fight it. It’s dirty, it smells like that cheap-ass soap they use, and it’s had more hands on it than you want to think about. But unless you want to go naked – and you don’t, trust me, the mattresses are revolting enough to make you want to sleep on the floor, even with the sheets and orange jumpsuit – just learn to love it.
Two. Do not eat more than once a day. No matter what. They really are trying to poison you.
Three. Do not think about what you might be guilty of. That just makes you vulnerable to questioning.
Poor old Ronin. No Chanel or DKNY in here… I can think of other reasons you might not want to go naked, as well. So, yep, wear the jumpsuit.
He talks, he screams into my face, flinging his spit all over my cheek, he stomps around like a baby, he sends in the good cop partner and that guy flips out when I start humming a pretty dead-on balls accurate rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody – the Wayne’s World version complete with head bang and air drums – and then finally, some fat higher-up comes in and says they need the room back.
I’d love to have been a fly on the wall when you exercised those vocal chords, Ronin.
Why, Rook, why? You have over a million in your bank account. You have a gorgeous guy who loves you and still you feel the need to up and leave town, seeing your main man only on the weekends. As both Spencer and Ford, (but mainly Ford) have questionable motives when it comes to Rook, I think this was mad behaviour. The quest for money I can understand, but with a million in the bank, I don’t think I’d put myself in any tricky situations if they could be avoided. However, due to my current love affair with Ford, I’m happily overlooking my minor grumbles.
Plenty of spine-tingling drama, lots of sex, smatterings of delicious naughtiness with Ford, and a hit-the-nail-on-the-head ending. Only trouble is, I want more. Thankfully there’s another book out with Ford Aston’s name on it (no, really there is!) and that’s where I’ll be for the next week or so. Fingers crossed it’s really naughty… Please, please, please be god awful naughty…
My phone beeps an incoming text just as I settle back on my couch and turn on the TV.
My heart flutters a little as I read the text.
Dear Rook (AKA Gidget),
I’ve never had the urge to write a love letter but I’m lying in bed, looking over at your side, wondering if I can somehow change your mind about this whole deal and talk you into coming the fuck home. (I’m a selfish asshole, I know.) But I get that you need this so I’ll just say this instead: I felt like I was leaving a piece of my soul behind the moment I left. And every second that passes, I miss you like that, times a million.
Ronin (AKA Larue)
I press call under his name and he picks up on the first ring. “Ronin Flynn, you are like a door.”
He laughs. “It was that touching, huh?”
“Not a window where you can see through to the other side and be sure of what’s coming. But a door, still closed and leading to every opportunity imaginable and requiring a leap of faith that the risk is worth it. You are my doorway to endless possibilities and I’m ready to take that risk.”
I can hear him swallow on the other end and when he’s done his words rumble out in his deep, sexy voice. “Rook, I’m not a risk, I’m a sure thing. You’re the only girl I want to build a future with. Ever. You’re the one, Rook. The love that only comes around once in a lifetime and I refuse to settle for anything else.”
He’s perfect. Simply perfect. “I love your love letter, Larue. It made me sigh like a schoolgirl.”
“Well, you are a schoolgirl, right? I think I’m gonna have to go looking for a little tartan skirt and some knee socks. Dress you all up in a sexy outfit this weekend.”
“If you do that, I might have to be bad on purpose, Mr. Flynn.”
“Don’t tease, Gidget, or I’ll spank you.”
“You promise that so much and never come through. I hardly get excited about it anymore.”
He guffaws this time and I can practically picture his gorgeous smile lighting up his electric blue eyes. “I can’t fucking wait until Friday.”
I giggle a little as I picture our Friday. “I might just ditch class early, Mr. Flynn.”
“And that will earn you two spankings, Miss Corvus.”
About JA Huss:
J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label).
She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.