Author Website: https://authorcharleighrose.com/
All the insecurities of surrendering to trust and ultimately love rear their ugly heads in Charleigh Rose’s Bad Influence.
Jesse and Allie while growing up under different circumstances both shared the burden of being raised in dysfunctional homes that shadowed their views of relationships. From the start this couple’s reluctant attraction was driven by more than their mutual lust as they each intuitively found reasons to like each other on a deeper level. On the outside Jesse was charming and flirty, taking on the guise of a player even as he yearned for more from Allie but felt unworthy of her. Allie was drawn to Jesse but she was finding it hard to recover from the pain of a recent personal tragedy and placing her trust in him. This couple’s connection was fierce! They circled and sparked throughout this work for some seriously strong chemistry. Between the barely contained naughtiness lingering just below Jesse’s surface and Allie’s lethal tongue this couple was very well matched.
Charleigh Rose shows vulnerability in her bad boys like nobody’s business. With a real talent for getting beyond their sexy rough exteriors and slowly peeling them back with just the right of ambiguity in her hero’s to keep her readers guessing as to who they really are even while falling in love them right along with her heroines. Well-developed witty exchanges, emotional vulnerability and a perceptible attraction kept this story interesting and edgy. Writing thoughtful characters in harsh circumstances Ms. Rose was comfortable in tackling difficult and awkward moments in a fluid manner. Bad Influence proves once again why Charleigh Rose is my go to New Adult expert for finding HEA’s for gorgeously flawed characters!
*I was given an advanced copy. All opinions expressed are my own.*
*While part of the Bad Love series this book can be read as a standalone.*
“Did you hear that?” I ask.
Moving in slowly, he cages me in, bracing his right arm on the wall above my head, his left hand by my hip. He brings his lips close to my ear and I fight the shiver that rolls through me. “It’s probably just your admirer,” he says, his voice hushed and husky. I swallow hard, looking over his shoulder as he nuzzles closer, his nose skimming my neck, then down to my collarbone. My pulse pounds in my ears as he moves back up, his mouth brushing across my cheek, stopping at my parted lips.
“Is this convincing?” He asks. He’s so close that I can feel his breath on my lips, and I realize that I want him to do it. I want him to kiss me.
I give a slight shake of my head in response.
“No?” He smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. His left hand leaves the wall to curl around my hip and he presses his chest to mine. “How about this?”
“Almost,” I whisper. I wet my lips and the tip of my tongue nearly grazes his bottom lip. His expression goes from playful to heated in an instant, then he’s closing the final distance.
It’s soft at first, just a brush of his lips against mine, but soon he’s cupping my face with both hands, tilting my head back as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, his movements confident and skilled. Unhurried and unyielding.
My hands find his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue fucks my mouth. Because that’s exactly what this is. This isn’t kissing. Or maybe it is, and I’ve been kissing the wrong boys.
Jesse groans, fitting a firm thigh between my legs, and the need bubbling inside me threatens to boil over at the sensation. But all too soon, he pulls back, leaving me breathless.
“Was that convincing enough?”