REVIEW: DEFILE by Jessica Prince
REVIEW: DEFILE by Jessica Prince
Defile was an angsty second chance romance that I devoured in one sitting. Jessica Prince never disappoints me. There is something about her characters that always have me devouring her books. Defile starts off with a sweet story of two people who seemed destined to have the fairytale. Childhood sweethearts that would ride off into HEA filled with bliss. Nope that’s not what you get with this book. Yes you get your HEA but first Jessica Prince is gonna shatter your heart. I’m talking filleted and splayed out as she crushes you with the ultimate betrayal. Your gonna get a bit angry and might want to kill a few people as well. But at the same time you are going to get wrapped up as the drama unfolds, you will hold your breath waiting to see what happens next. Declan and Tatum definitely made an impact, their story is sweet and hella messy and it’s one of forgiveness and maturity as these two move forward in their lives whether that’s together or apart, well you will have to read to find out.
Author: Jessica Prince
Series: Civil Corruption
Genre: Contemporary, Rockstar Romance
Declan Forrester is arrogant, selfish, and insanely sexy.
He was the very first boy I ever loved.
Then fame and fortune turned
him into a man I no longer recognized. I tried to give him
everything he needed, and in return…
he broke my heart
Now he’s back, and he wants to make things right.
What started as love turned to hate. I told myself I’d
never fall for him again, but he’s determined to
prove me wrong.
He wants to win me.
He wants to own me.
He wants to defile me.
And if I’m not careful…
I just might let him
**The Civil Corruption series is a series of interconnected, standalone, rockstar romances.**
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What had originally started as a six-month road trip across Cali, hopping from one shithole bar to the next, had stretched into a year and a half thanks to our manager, Chris Evers.
He’d approached us after watching us in San Diego, one of our last shows before heading back to San Francisco with our tales between our legs. We were officially out of money, and because of that, out of time. My heart was broken at the thought of going back. But then Chris appeared, promising that he could get us success if we signed with him.
At first it had all seemed too good to be true. I had to admit, there was something about the dude that didn’t sit right with me. He was slimier than a used car salesman, and twice as slippery. But he’d lived up to his promise. For the past year, the five of us had been living in a crappy little studio apartment in LA, recording our first album, and playing at bigger bars where people who mattered could see us. We’d busted our asses, put in our time, and it was finally paying off. Now we were on a fucking tour with one of the fastest-growing bands in the US. As far as I was concerned, Chris Evers could be Satan himself—as long as he kept living up to his own hype, I was on board.
Looking across the shitty apartment, I spotted Tatum sitting on the worn-to-hell couch Mace and I had found in the alley behind our building. I broke from the guys and headed toward my girl, scooping her into my arms and spinning her in a circle.