All Antonio did was hurt her.
All he did was give her hell.
He took away everything good in her world.
Everything that ever mattered.
Jenny is used to putting on a brave facade, letting the outside world see her as wild and free. She is loyal and loves with her whole heart, loving others so much that she is willing to sacrifice herself in the process.
Jules was only supposed to be a diversion for Jenny. Fun times with no strings attached. She didn’t intend to fall for Jules, a member of The Devil’s Crusader’s Motorcycle Club. But fall for him is exactly what she did.
Antonio has been wreaking havoc on her life since Jenny was sixteen years old. Now she is forced to marry Antonio to keep her loved ones safe, destroying the man she loves in the process and driving him away.
Riding back into town after years away, Jules discovers the woman he once loved no longer exists, and it’s up to him to see if he can bring her back.
NOTE TO READER: This book contains strong sexual scenes and violence against women. Jenny curses so if you can’t stand the “f” bomb then avoid this one. This is book 3, however, each book in the series can be read as a stand alone.
It’s finished!! The final installment of Abby McCarthy’s Wrecked series is complete and it is amazing! Hurt You is the cherry on top of an already great series! Truly, Hurt You takes all of the passion, loyalty, heartache and love from the other books in the series and multiplies them by 1000.
Hurt You is Jenny’s story. I gotta tell you, I was waiting for this one. As a cross-over character in the other books, she was the one that I felt had the most story to tell. Jenny is the kind of woman you want as a friend. She’s hilarious, honest, and fiercely loyal and knows how to have fun. She shoots from the hip, but it isn’t to hurt you. It’s out of her loyalty and love that she tells you like it is. Jenny is also incredibly passionate and sensual. When you combine all of those characteristics, you get a woman who will do anything to protect the ones she loves most, no matter the cost. Sometimes, this serves her well. Sometimes, it only complicates an already complicated situation, but it is ALWAYS because she will go to hell and back for her family and friends.
While Jenny’s story is a great one, having her meet her match makes it even better. Jules Federico is the perfect complement to Jenny. He’s fiercely loyal, deeply passionate and sexy as all get out. A former Marine and all around badass, Jules will also protect those he loves whatever the consequences. When he and Jenny finally stop dancing around each other (and oh what a dance it is), passion explodes and love blossoms. But all is not sunshine and roses for Jules and Jenny. Jenny has a secret, and it’s a doozy. Her secret keeps her living her life one step away from losing everyone she loves, including herself. Jules knows she’s hiding something, if he could just get her to open up to him and share…
Hurt You is, by far, my favorite book in the Wrecked series. Jenny and Jules made me feel and cry and laugh and get all swoony. I was afraid for them. I was angry for them. I felt helpless and lost with them. I needed them to beat the odds because I was so invested in their lives. There were times when my feelings were as raw as the characters. There were times when I had to stop reading because my tears were clouding my vision. Bottom line, I love this book.
It has been a true pleasure to witness Abby’s growth as an author. Her confidence in her story was clearly evident. Her love for Jenny and Jules undeniable. Abby hit the nail on the head with Hurt You. 5 stars for you, my friend. 5 stars.
BLUSHING BABES ARE UP ALL NIGHT
I hurried down the long sterile corridor until I came to his room. I was nervous, but I had to see if he was okay for myself. Very cautiously, I opened the door to his room. He had a blood pressure cuff on his arm and had a hospital gown on. His eyes were closed. A part of me was glad he was sleeping. I stood on the side of the bed and memorized his face. This may be the only opportunity I got to stare at him like this. I know he most likely hates me, and maybe it’s easier this way, but to have this moment to look at him was a gift.
I couldn’t waste it.
He had a large white bandage at the back of his head. His dye had grown out so his hair was two toned, a mixture of light and dark. It looked like he took a razor to the sides, but hadn’t touched the top. Oh, how I missed doing his hair. He shaved his facial hair. I’d never seen his face so smooth. I could see his lips more clearly than ever before. I longed to brush my lips against his, to have his icy blues open and stare at me with the same look they used to. I decided that since he was heavily medicated and couldn’t hear me that perhaps I could say the things I never did.
“I love you, you know? No, I guess you don’t since I did a lousy job showing it. In the beginning, I tried to stay away from you. You made it so hard. Bad shit is happening though, and you, here, hurt, just reminds me why I should’ve stayed away. I wish I could tell you. I wish you knew. But baby…” I whimpered through my whispered words and got out the last bit, “Somewhere deep down, I hope you hear this and know that it was the realest love I’ve ever had. You gave me that, even if it’s the last time I’ll ever feel it. I’ll know you gave me and for a moment I was happy.” Tears streamed down my cheeks and I wanted to grab him and hold him in my arms, but knew I couldn’t. I had to have this. No one would know that I loved Jules.
Abby McCarthy is reader and a lover of words. She is a blogger turned author and released her first novel in May 2014. She is a mother of three, a wife and a dog person. She has always written, sometimes poetry, sometimes just to vent about failed relationships, however in parenthood she has found her voice to help keep her sanity. Words have flowed from her, to review and with the support of amazing friends in the Indie community she has decided to pursue her dream of writing! She loves to write and read romance, because isn’t that something we all yearn for? Whether it be flowers and hand holding or just the right tug on your hair. Isn’t that what life is about? The human connection?