Breaking the Wrong is the second book in the Sloan Brothers series, however, it can be read as a stand-alone novel. If you'd prefer to read Every Which Way first, click here to purchase the ebook from Amazon.
Synopsis & My Review:
Emilia Wenworth would do anything for her
sister.
For three years, Emilia has lived in the
past, feeling her sister’s pain and hating those who are to blame, including
one of the Sloan brothers.
Finally, she has had enough. The only way to
be free is to create a Burn List with all the people who have ever hurt her
sister.
As she crosses each name off the list, she
gets closer and closer to her final target. But, things aren’t always as they
seem.
Loyalties are tested.
Boundaries are crossed.
And the truth is revealed.
*I received an ARC from the author in
exchange for an honest review on the blog tour*
"Everyone wants to fall in love. But I think more people are in love with the theory of love. If you're looking in from the outside, it looks so beautiful On the inside, it's scary because it can take over your life. It's the strongest emotion but also the darkest. It can put you on a high for days, but it can wrap an anchor around your feet and drown you in less than a minute. If everyone knew the truth no one would really ask for love. But when it drops into your life, you can only hope that you have enough strength to hang on."
If you are my friend and/or
follow my reviews on Goodreads, you’ll know that I didn’t finish the first book
in this series, Every Which Way (GASP!) I know, I know, everyone was
praising it and I really wish I could have loved it – I just didn’t. I got
about 65% through before I gave up. I didn’t like Sev, I didn’t like Thayer, and
I didn’t even like the story line. Now, I should tell you – I’m not a huge fan
of love triangles; especially the ones where the girl continues dating Guy A,
even though she has really strong feelings for Guy B. There’s a word for that:
Rude.
Why is all of that relevant to this review?
Well, because I was hesitant to read Breaking
the Wrong simply because of my experience with Every Which Way. However, I was gifted an ARC for the blog tour and
I wanted to be as fair in my review as possible. So, I went into this novel (which
can be read as a stand-alone) with an open mind, slight apprehension, and a lot
of hope. Hope that I would love it. And guess what? I did.
I absolutely, positively,
shout-it-from-the-rooftops, loved this
book. Honestly, I don’t think I can even express to you the pure joy that was
coursing through my body when I finished this book – what?! No, I wasn’t happy because it was over; I was freaking
ecstatic that I fell in love with it as much as I did. The characters go down
as some of my all-time favorites: Macsen, Emilia, and even Chris. (Who else thinks Chris needs his own book,
or at least a novella?! He’s effing hysterical.) I softened a little bit to Thayer given his
gradual attempt at a relationship with Macsen, and I actually felt sorry for
Haley. She bugged me in Every Which Way,
but after her little talk with Emilia when she explains her feelings for
Macsen, my heart tugged for her a little bit. My feelings towards Sev remained
pretty much the same; I still don’t care for her. But hey, you can’t love
character you let into your life, now can you?
Macsen. This boy…I mean…I
love him, I love him, I LOVE HIM! His
relationship with Emilia is so loving, and adorable, and hot as fuck, and just
plain perfect. They’re like macaroni
and cheese – they just belong together. And when I said their relationship was
hot as fuck, I mean it. The library scene. I can’t say anything else, but just
know this…I think my vagina was doing backflips. For real.
Breaking the Wrong broke every wrong thought I previously had about
Calia’s writing. This book made me a believer, and while I haven’t decided if
I’ll try and finish Every Which Way,
you can bet your ass I’ll be reading anything she publishes in the future. Until
then, I’ll just have to keep re-reading Breaking
the Wrong and fall in love with this story, and Emilia and Macsen all over
again.
**Click HERE to enter the giveaway for a chance to win SIGNED PAPERBACK COPIES of both books in the Sloan Brothers series, Every Which Way and Breaking the Wrong**
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Excerpt:
“If you were bold...” Macsen shifts
closer and I clinch the book tightly in my hands. “What would you do?”
My heart picks up speed as I open my mouth. I hesitate for a second, afraid to
say what I feel. But when will this opportunity ever come again? Probably
never. But it doesn’t make it any easier.
Tell him or don’t. Tell him or don’t. I weigh the pros and cons in my head as I
stare at him. After a few seconds pass between us, I let out a shaky breath.
“I’d lean forward...” I whisper.
His face moves closer and I watch his green eyes become hooded with lust. “And
what?”
I lean an inch closer. “I would kiss you.”
Macsen’s eyes slam shut and the rejection I feel stings. I start to rise and
when he opens his eyes back up. His hands gently hold my own to the floor and
then his mouth is on mine. I want to shiver from how lightly his lips move
against mine, how smooth they feel. They move coaxingly, with soft nips. My
lips stay shut. I’m enjoying every single trick of his to get me to open up my
mouth to him.
My breathing is shallow as I pull away. His hands move away as he settles onto
the floor, his legs wide apart. My nose brushes against his as I stare into his
eyes. His pulse is pounding at the base of his throat. With my palms flat on
the floor, I lean closer. My body is between his spread legs. Even though he’s
silent, his chest rises and falls like he has just stopped running. I know he
wants me. I shut my brain down, ignore what a mistake this is, and lean forward
and kiss the side of his neck. He jumps slightly and I lick his skin.
I hear him groan and move my lips upward.
A kiss cannot replace the past. But with every kiss to his skin, my hurt
becomes a distant memory. All my pain is gone and all I can feel is the blood
roaring throughout my body. My lips tingle as I drag them across his jaw. When
I reach his lips, I stop, and hover. I can only go so far before it’s his turn
to take control.
My eyes briefly flick down to his arms. He’s resting his weight on his palms,
but I watch his arms shake. He’s losing his calm demeanor. The longer our lips
are apart, the more the air snaps around us. My breathing is harsh as I wait
patiently. When Macsen still hasn’t moved, I start to back away.
“Don’t,” he says roughly and reaches out. Easily, his hands span my waist and
he drags me onto his lap.
I grip his forearms tightly as my body sinks closer and my thighs hug his hips.
Against the juncture of my thighs, I can feel how hard he is. I shift once and
my thighs start to shake. He only pauses for a second, looking at me with such
intensity, I’m waiting for my skin to melt. When his lips meet mine, there’s
more urgency to our kiss. My nails dig into his flesh as he licks the seam of
my lips and nips at my bottom lip.
I want to pretend, just for a few hours, that I’m someone filled with
forgiveness. No scars on my past. No cuts on my emotions. I want to be a whole
person, not someone sewn back together. And I feel put together with Macsen’s
arms banded tightly around me.
I open my mouth and his tongue slips in. I gasp loudly in shock at how good
this feels. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and I move my tongue against
his cautiously. My revenge runs in the opposite direction the longer his mouth
is on mine.
Slowly, I start to relax my body. I practically sigh when Macsen’s hands move
from my hips and toward my face. He bites lightly on my bottom lip and soothes
the burn with his tongue. Macsen angles my head and explores my mouth. I thrust
my tongue against his and fist my hands into his hair. The grip on my face
tightens before his hands drift away, traveling down my body.
His fingers drift over my breast and through my bra, my nipples tighten. I want
him to keep touching me there, but his hands move across my stomach and slip
underneath my shirt.
How can I be doing this? None of this is part of the plan. My mind torments me
and tries to pull me back to reality, but Macsen is my weakness. I can’t stop.
My fingers drag up his arm, clinching his biceps. His hands explore my stomach
and I breathe heavily, pulling away from his mouth and leaning my head on his
shoulder. Those large hands inch closer to the lace of my bra and the two of us
are breathing hard. His fingers veer around my chest and I feel him slip a
finger underneath the strap of my bra. And even with the barrier of my shirt,
he drags it down my shoulder and down my arm.
There’s a torturous second where he does nothing and I think I stop breathing.
Against his neck, against my will, I murmur, “More.”
My brain has shut down and now my lust is talking. It’s a greedy feeling
because all I can think about is having his hands all over me.
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About the Author
College seemed like too much stress for me. Traveling across the world, getting married, and having three kids seemed much more relaxing. Yeah, I'm still waiting for the relaxing part to kick in.
I change addresses every other year. It's not by choice but it is my reality. While the crazies of life kept me busy, the stories in my head decided to bubble to the surface. They were dying to be told and I was dying to tell them.
That was four years ago. Soon, the stories will be shared with you. I hope you'll enjoy escaping to the crazy world of these characters with me.
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