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More Than Her (More Series book 3 by Jay McLean
Publication Date: November 18, 2013
Published By: Jay McLean
For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction.”
For every choice you make there are rewards,
or there are consequences.
It was my choice to walk away the first time.
And my choice to chase her the second.
But sometimes you don’t get a choice,
and all you get are the consequences.”
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
Unless that someone is Logan Matthews.
Because loving him didn’t give me
the strength to walk away.
It didn’t give me
the courage to fight for him.
And when it was over, all it gave me was a broken heart.
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About the Author:
Jay McLean is an author of Mature YA / New Adult contemporary novels. She enjoys reading and writing books that make people laugh, cry and swoon for dreamy book boyfriends. When not doing ether of those things, she can be found looking after her two little boys and trying to avoid house work at all costs.
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More Than Her is a suprisingly engaging, fast-paced and very emotional story! I was immediately drawn into Logan and Amanda’s story and read this juicy story almost in one sitting. Logan is somewhat of a jerk (the word “asshole” is used over 100 times in this book!) but to me he really is a good guy way down deep inside. He has his reasons for acting the way he does. Will Amanda be able to finally reach the real Logan? I absolutely loved the near-constant give-and-take between these two and also loved their super-hot chemistry. This book had some totally surprising twists-and-turns and I devoured every page!
(ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.)
He gripped my ass tighter. I let out a sound I had no idea I was capable of. I was so fucking turned on. His movements on me were making me so wet I could feel it soaking my panties. His mouth moved from my neck to my ear, “You gotta quit making those sounds, baby.” He kissed the spot behind it. “I’m starting to lost it.”
Then he took my mouth in his, moving into me harder, pinning me to the wall. My leg on the floor moved to wrap around him. I needed him closer to me; I needed more of him.
He started to build a rhythm again. I felt that slow burn building low in my stomach. I didn’t know how the fuck he was doing it. Or what the fuck he was even doing. But I didn’t want it to stop. Ever. “Oh my God, Logan.” I was panting; my head threw back against the wall. He was on my neck. Sucking. Hard. He was going to leave a mark. I wanted him to.
“Matthews! What the fuck are you doing?” A deep voice yelled.
I screamed, dropped my legs, ducked, and hid behind him.
Oh. My. God.
Reality set in.
What the fuck were we doing?
“Fuck.” he spat. His hand went down his pants to adjust himself before turning around.
“What the fuck do you think this is, Matthews?”
Oh. My. God.
Kill me now.
“Go home!” I was too embarrassed to look past Logan to see his coaches reaction.
“Yes Sir.” Logan sounded like he was about to laugh.
What the hell?
“I’ll cover for you.” His coach sounded different now, like he was trying to contain his own laughter. “Fuck, I wish I was in college again,” he said, before I heard his footsteps walking away.
I don’t know what emotion was on my face when Logan turned to me, but he laughed.
“This shit’s not funny!” I whispered loudly. ” I almost let you have me. ” I motioned with my finger at our surroundings. “Right here!”
He didn’t respond. Just looked me up and down and licked his lips. His eyes settled on my face, as he brought his hand to cup my cheek.
And then his face was so close to mine; I could feel his breath on my lips. He rubbed his nose against mine. “Wait here,” he said, his voice low, laced with desire. “We’re not even close to being done. I’m going to take you home and I’m going to fucking finish what I started. And when I’m done with you, you won’t even remember what happened just now. All you’ll remember is how I make you feel when you’re screaming my name.”
In one night my fairytale ended. Or it may have begun. This is my story of friendship and love, heartbreak and desire, and the strength to show weakness.
One night I met a girl. A sad and broken girl, but one more beautiful than any other. She laughed through her sadness, while I loved through her heartbreak.
*This is our story of a maybe ever after.*
He was right. It made no difference whether it was 6 months or 6 years.
I couldn’t undo what had been done. I couldn’t change the future.
I couldn’t even predict it.
It was one night.
One night when everything changed.
It was so much more than just the betrayal.
It was the Tragedy.
But it was also that feeling.
The feeling of falling.
“HO. LEE. SHIT.
I feel sorry for all the girls in the world that never get to experience a Jake Andrews at least once in their lifetime.” – Mikayla
So do I! What started off for me as a classic Young Adult book became much, much more! (Jake Andrews, where have you been all my life?) This story is both very sweet and very, very hot, which I love. Mikayla is not only faced with heartbreak very early on in this story, but she is also faced with an unspeakable tragedy. To the rescue comes the hot Jake Andrews, who is actually a really, really great guy underneath all that baseball-playing hotness. And he’s funny, too. Mikayla has moments of humor, too, which totally works to lighten up the darker parts of this story.
Jake and Mikayla have some very explicit sessions together but they do not take their relationship past a certain point throughout much of the story. But it actually works! The tension between the two characters keeps the story moving forward and kept me turning the pages to see what would happen next:
“The sexual tension between Jake and I is off the charts. I’m actually scared I might combust any second. No joke.” – Mikayla
They both want to be more, they want it all. I loved this story and loved the author’s writing style. There’s drama, humor, lots of sexual tension, plenty of sexy times, and a great story line. Highly recommended for anyone who loves a hot young adult story.
“It’s a small touch, our skin only lightly grazing, but it feels so intimate, like we’re more than what we are. I know I want to be. I want to be more than this.” – Jake
I’m being a dick, and not concentrating on what I’m doing, and I think I end up putting the wrong weights on the bar because when I go to press them, I can’t, and I’m fucking struggling to get the bar off my chest.
“Woah.” I hear, as someone comes to spot me and get the bar back on the rack.
James. Of course it is.
“You all right, man?” he asks.
“I’m fine, asshole,” I spit out.
He’s taken aback for a second, before he removes his earphones and starts winding them around his iPod, like he’s ready to have a long conversation.
Great, just what I fucking need.
“I uh,” he clears his throat. This kid’s awkward as hell. “I heard you went to Emily’s grave on her birthday.”
I look at him sideways.
“Micky told me,” he states.
I don’t care.
He takes a deep breath in, and then sighs out loud.
I don’t say anything. Just sit on the bench and wait or him to fuck off.
“You know I asked Micky to marry me, right?”
Oh god, I can not have this conversation with him, not now.
I stay silent.
He continues, “I asked Kevin, her dad. I asked his permission before I did it.”
“So?” I bite out, because I don’t know where this conversation is going but I hate that we’re having it. “She said no, right?”
“Yeah, she did. That’s not the point I’m trying to make so quit being a jerk and let me finish.”
So I do.
“Kevin, he was a really good guy. He loved his girls more than anything. My dad, he’s kind of a prick. He’s one of those dads you’re always trying to impress, you know? Like nothing you do is ever good enough.”
I remember his dad from the funeral. I get it.
“Anyway, Kevin, he was different, always accepted you. His girls could have been or done anything, and he would always love and encourage them.”
I wait for him to go on.
“Shit, what I’m trying to say is that, when I asked him for permission, he kind of just looked at me strange for a few seconds, and I swear I thought he was going to say no. Then he clapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘James, she’s eighteen, and I can’t stop you. I think it’s a little young, but I was eighteen when I met Denise, so I can’t talk. I’m sure you will both make the right decision, and she’ll learn to love you as a husband.’”
He clears his throat.
“I was so fucking happy he was okay with it, I didn’t even think about what he said until later. That she would ‘learn’ to love me as a husband.” He pauses for a bit, thinking about his next words.
“I get it now, Jake, what he meant. She shouldn’t have to learn to love me like that, she just should. And, somehow, Kevin knew that she didn’t. And, now I see … I see it, the way she is with you, the way she looks at you, that’s how it should have been. Like you’re the only one. You’re it, Jake. You’re all of it. Her forever.”
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Author of Mature YA / New Adult contemporary novels, MORE THAN THIS and a soon to be released sequel, MORE THAN HER. I enjoy reading and writing books that make people laugh, cry andswoon for dreamy book boyfriends. When not doing either of those, I can be found looking after my two little boys, and trying to avoid house work at all costs.