Nice girls didn’t fuck guys like him-groupies did. He was too rough around the edges, too mean, too big and intimidating. Yeah, Clay got it, and he knew Wyatt was right. “You get why it wouldn’t work out, dontcha? Why a UFC Hall of Fame heavyweight might not be her ideal man?” She seemed to feel like he was a real danger, enough to move here of all places.” Wyatt took another sip of his coffee, his tall frame still hunched low over the booth as he spoke to Clay. This isn’t true because to Melody it isn’t the size but the attitude of a man that is frightening and while Clay looks like he could break her in two with one hand, he doesn’t give off the the same scary vibe of a man who could be a danger to her.īut Clay, believing that he would only be rebuffed, can only look at Melody with longing each time he comes to the cafe and sits in her section. The sheriff proceeds to tell Clay that Melody won’t want anything to do with him because of his past. Melody has no clue who Clay is but she bristled when she ran into the sheriff, a former UFC fighter and the best friend of Clay. Melody catches the eye of UFC fighter, Clay Powers. She may be poor but she’s independent, and most importantly, safe. Broke, she ended up in Garnet and got a job waiting tables. Melody Dylan escaped her abusive husband. It was a superficial story that had a ton of potential. Every time an opportunity arose to engage the reader’s deep emotional connection was bypassed. It could have been an amazing story but it lacked serious character development. As I read the book, I kept thinking of how much potential the story had. The story featured two really sweet characters who had never been special in anyone’s lives before and who found, in each other, the perfect companion. Jane C+ Reviews domestic abuse / Loose-Id / sports romance 8 Comments in a way Melody admired.FebruREVIEW: Defying the Odds by Kele Moon At least he attempted to use his charisma for good, which was more than she had to say for most charmers. Even Wyatt’s smooth-talking ways weren’t so bad. Melody sighed because she liked both of them. He winced, a look of genuine sadness crossing his gruff features. “Maybe.” Clay shrugged, seeming to consider it for a moment. “Do you really think they’re gonna die alone?” Melody asked when she was certain they were too far away to hear her through the door. She could hear Jules and Wyatt arguing down the hallway as they walked to their rooms, because both of them had voices that could wake the dead.
Melody laughed, covering her mouth with her hand as she pressed her ear to the door. “There was a wicked side of her that wanted to know what it was like to slam a door in people’s faces, with a clipped Time to fuck off.Ĭlay leaned a hand against the door of the suite, looking skyward.
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