July 26, 2014

Tyler (Ink Brotherhood #2) by Jor Raven

Four years have passed since I left home, my parents, and my brother Asher behind –
since I shut out my past. And Erin. Four years since I last saw her, since I heard her voice and held her in my arms. I’ve spent my time forging a path from woman to woman, from bed to bed; trying to find an answer. But I think I’ve lost my way. There’s no light at the end of the dark. No big surprise. I carry the dark inside me. I’m a bastard – branded as such from the start. I never give my phone number and address; I take my pleasure and don’t come back for seconds. No commitments; no promises and no happy endings. Yeah, I’m a
bastard down to the bone and I don’t give a damn. But now I’m back in my birth town, the town I fled at eighteen – back to make amends to the brother I abandoned and watch from afar the only girl I’ve ever wanted. Hope isn’t a currency I can afford; I learned that lesson long ago. Yet when she looks at me and says my name, I can’t help but hope.This is book 2 in the Inked Brotherhood series which started with Asher. It is a stand-alone work.
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5 Stars
 Getting my hands on this ARC made me squeal with delight. I was so happy I was able to read.
After Inked Brotherhood #1 Asher I didn't know if I could handle another book.
Jo writes some freaking drama to the point you feel like you are going to break right along with the character she has created. Tyler was no different, I couldn't even figure out if I was going
left or right with this book. Tyler is so steamy and hot and sexy and everything I need in my books.
Asher don't get me wrong Asher is not disappointment either, but after getting to know Tyler
I couldn't compare the two Tyler was hands down better.

Tyler is a prick who you love to hate, but he is the type you wish you could at least have one night with. If he was in bed he would hands down give you a BIG O like no other.
I was like DAMN Tyler please take me Now,just tear my panties off and make me scream your name!! At times yes he was a ass who I wanted to slap across the damn face. Then I seen the way he looked at Erin and I knew he actually had a heart and feelings that he held deep within.
Erin gosh girl I don't even know what to say about you. Erin is one of the girls you wanna be friends with and just like off the bat well I would love to get to know her. She was one of a kind!

The flames that ignite in this book are just AMAZING.Jo gave me everything I wanted and
needed. I think that she out done the first book and I really can not wait for more of her work!
Jo please don't keep me waiting I have a series obsession with the men you write!!


“Why?” I blurt out, to break the spell.
“Why what?” his voice rumbles, low and deep, sending shivers skittering over my skin.
God. I can’t let his face, his scent, his body take away my reason. I came here to talk.
“Why did you leave four years ago?”
His mouth flattens and he shoves his fingers through his unruly hair. Those broad
shoulders roll in a shrug.
That’s it? He thinks he’s off the hook that easily? No way. I push off the counter and get
into his face—well, I crane my neck and almost rise on tiptoe, but it’ll have to do—and
grab a fistful of his T-shirt. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going? Why didn’t you
ever call? Where were you, for chrissakes?”
“What do you care?” he says, so quietly I’m only sure he spoke because I’m looking
right at his beautiful mouth.
My grip on his T-shirt tightens. “Are you seriously asking me this?”
“You told me I should go and never come back.” His eyes close briefly, and a pang goes
through my chest. “That I was a bastard and an asshole and wasn’t worth the trouble.”
Christ. I let go of him and take a faltering step back. I did say those things, didn’t I?
“I’m sorry.” My hormones played havoc with my feelings back then, intensifying every
feeling. “What about you? Why did you leave instead of talking this out? I never got a
chance to tell you I’m sorry, you just...” I bite my lip and let out a long breath, but it
catches in my throat.
Maybe he hears it because he reaches for me and trails his thumb down the line of my
jaw. The gesture stills me completely as his dark eyes nail me. I see sadness there, and
fear. What is he afraid of?
“I had to go,” he whispers and his hand drops away.
“You left town, Tyler. Left everyone and everything and nobody knew where you were.
God, I was so worried.” My throat constricts; I can barely swallow.
“You were?” There’s a hitch in his voice, as if he doesn’t believe it.
“Yes, I was.” I’ve been so afraid for him for so long, I can hardly believe he’s here,
alive and well. I reach up and slide my hand over his chest. It’s hard; solid. “Why,
Tyler? Tell me why you left.”
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he grinds out.
I want to bang my fist on his chest and slap his face. My fingers curl against the soft
fabric of his T-shirt, and I feel his muscles clench underneath.
“Screw you,” I whisper and I hope my voice won’t break and betray me. “That’s all you
have to say to me? I’m not going to—”
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
Shocked into silence, I stare at him. His gaze is moving over my body, a hot, silky glide
that steals my breath. His pupils are dilated, making his eyes look black.
I try again. “After all this time, I just want to know—”
His hand hooks around my back, pressing me to his body and he bends his head toward
me, dark hair falling in his eyes. His mouth descends on mine, sealing the words inside.
The world falls away with a murmur as he kisses me. I gasp and his tongue pushes
inside, tangling with mine. He licks at my mouth, and he tastes so good—like dark
chocolate and pepper. Familiar. Thrilling. Sexy.
I want more. I slide my arms around his hips and kiss him back. His chest vibrates
against me as he moans and then he drags me closer, until my breasts are crushed
against his firm abs.
A tiny voice at the back of my mind is screeching in protest—this shouldn’t be
happening, we should be talking, explaining, finishing this off—but it’s drowned in the
rushing of blood in my ears, the thundering beat of my heart. His smell, his taste, the
feel of his muscular body, it sends waves of scalding heat over my skin, through me,
tightening the tips of my breasts, starting a pulse between my legs. I cling to him as I
burn from the inside out; I desperately need him—need to feel him around me, against
me, inside me. Everywhere where he’s been missing for so long.

Jo Raven writes New Adult erotic contemporary romance. She loves sexy bad boys and
strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not
cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of traveling to India and Japan.

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