Title: Mischief
Series: Circuit #2
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: February 20, 2019
There was nothing on earth that rivaled the rush I got when I sat down inside
Circuit every night, fingers twitching with the need to use hacking to change
the world. Mischief lit me on fire and there was nothing that could compare.
enough to make any man’s knees weak. It was then I learned the truth. Mischief
was no longer the only thing that caused my heart to pulse two beats faster and
blood to blaze beneath the surface of my skin.
rollercoaster of emotions I’d never felt before. It took meeting him to
recognize what I’d been missing, and suddenly, Mischief wasn’t the only thing
in my life I craved deeply.
wrong the moment unexplained emails began to flood my inbox and the questions
they brought went unanswered.
My review:
This was a pretty good book. It turned out to be the second in a series, and even though the story of Ace and Brett was a standalone, I think the book would have been better if I had read the first one. The “bad guy” was the same in both books but in this one he’s already in prison and unable to actually do anything to the group. Also, it was pretty easy to figure out the meaning behind the messages.
Ace and Brett do have a great relationship. Both are dealing with trauma that no one else seems to notice. They are each other’s rock and support. I liked how they encouraged each other. They are also quite funny together.
Overall, not a bad book at all but not a favorite. This book was like meeting someone at an airport and chatting and having a good time while you are waiting together, but knowing you will never see them again and are fine with that. I’m glad I read it but won’t seek out the rest of the series.
Rating: ♥♥♥ 1/2
last night, but it was flopped over and hanging by his ear. There were loose
pieces falling down his neck and one stuck to his eyelash. Sleep and lack of
coffee muted the green in his eyes. I watched as he yawned and scratched his
chest, his T-shirt lifting to expose skin right above his waistband. His
knuckles mindlessly brushed the exposed skin.
move, sugar lips! I did not start my day off making breakfast for a lazy hunk of man meat.”
trudged down the hallway and slid onto a stool, dropping my head to the
counter. “Since when do you cook?”
sandwich sitting in front of me. Ace didn’t subject himself to food norms. He
ate whatever the hell he wanted when he wanted. If he wanted pesto chicken at
eight in the morning, that’s what he’d eat.
She’s a sucker for a good love story and a happy ending that has her swooning.
When she’s not obsessing over giving her own characters a happy ending, you can
find her in the dance studio embowering young dancers and giving out tons of
stickers. Thanks to her mother’s pizzeria, Lacey can make a delicious pizza.
When she’s not putting on her dance shoes or inhaling a
slice of pizza, she’s in front of her computer binge watching romantic comedies
and penning stories with love so powerful, it’ll last a lifetime. As a recent
graduate of Central Michigan University, Lacey intends to keep inspiring people
through dance and lots and lots of words. She currently lives in Central
Michigan surrounded by her family and unpredictable weather.
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