Denied
(One Night #2)
by
Jodi Ellen Malpas
Pub Nov 11th 2014
by Forever (Grand Central Publishing)
ARC for Review
Summary
The passion that burned between Livy and Miller in One Night: Promised may end up destroying them both in this new novel of overwhelming desire and shocking discoveries...
He's amazingly wealthy, sinfully gorgeous, and can bring her to heights of pleasure she's never before known. For Livy, there's no turning back. She's determined to be the light in Miller Hart's dark world. Yet this new life comes with a steep price...
Miller knows that the power he possesses hasn't come without sacrifices-but he won't let Livy be one of them. Though he wants nothing more than to have her in every way, his first duty is to protect her at all costs...from his sins, his enemies, and especially himself.
But as their insatiable affair intensifies, the two attract the attention of an obsessive-and dangerous-third party. Discovering new revelations about Miller that rock her to the core, Livy will have to decide whether he's ruined beyond repair. And he must face his fear that in order to save her, he may have to lose her after all...
Fighting Through The Darkness
I'm in love, love, love, with these two!! That ending was pretty killer again but I must admit that I was waiting for that bomb to drop. I'm super secretly not so secretly hoping that all these wonderful characters find a way towards happiness. I've been waiting for this installment to come out all of my life and once I opened the pages and was yet again immersed in this wonderful world I could not put it down. Ms Malpas writing is magnetic this is one that will keep you up through the night fighting off sleep. Bravo Bravo if you haven't guessed already I'll just be here dying until I can get my hands on the next installment!!
O-bscured, Livy doesn’t know what her future will be but the pain that resides in her heart makes everything dark.
N-eglect, as much as Livy would like to just give up eating Nan will ensure she stays nourished.
E-ntangle, William has made a reappearance. Nothing will stand in his way of protecting Livy.
N-egotiate, unable to change Livy’s mind will prompt William to take a different course of action.
I-ndecent, Miller’s life has been difficult his idiosyncrasies all stem from a troubled past. His life is dark but Livy provides him a sense of light.
G-ames, Livy despises her mother and the abandonment met at her hands but when life presents Livy with a challenge she realizes she is more like her than she thought.
H-eartache, Gregory has always been there for Livy during a moment of despair these two commence something that would do more harm than good.
T-rust, Gregory cannot stand to watch Livy walk down this dark path so he will do what it takes risking their friendship in order to see her being hurt.
D-reams, Miller cannot admit with words how he feels for Livy but she is everything to him and he will fight for their love.
E-nsnared, trapped beyond measure Miller seeks to escape his confines but reality keeps pushing him down.
N-aive, giving up her determination Livy decides to further hurt Miller but being one step ahead of her provides them with the strength to continue to fight.
I-ndecision, meeting with a part of Miller’s dark life confuses and shocks Livy but the power of her love for him will not allow her to backdown. She will play whatever role necessary to ensure their safety.
E-nigmatic, William has always been on Livy’s side all he wants is her safety and happiness the pain of his past is ever present. All of the cards are in place now is the time for action.
D-elusion, Livy never thought her pursuit would come to fruition but the shock of what is right in front of her will root her to the spot.
Egads!! Yep let me tell you that ending sure as heck was shocking. I once again find myself yearning for the next and final installment. Ms. Malpas is an excellent author who has sky rocketed to my favorites! Though flawed there is something extremely special about her characters. I could not help but fall in love with all of them especially Nan that spitfire lights up the pages and the banter was delightful. Could not get enough this series has been full of secrets and darkness but also the hope of light overcoming darkness. I can’t wait to see where Ms. Malpas is going to take us from here! Do I recommend this? ABso-FLIPPIN-LuteLY!!! Get ready for a steamy yet excellent read with this one!
My Fav’s
Livy & Miller
I don’t know how these two are going to do it but their love is pure and strong I am rooting for them through and through. Even though their lives have been different they are both broken but together they become whole. Their current situation isn’t the best but the way they fight for each other is inspiring!
My Wish
The ultimate reunion of course!!
My Rating
4.5 Two weeks, William, Promise, Text, Phone, Dinner, Darkness, Gracie, Nan, Forbidden Kiss, Champagne, Punishment, Journal Details, Sophia, Cassie, Elevator, New York, Sapphire Eyes, A love that is willing to face all odds when the world is trying to destroy the light it creates filled stars! Eeeeeep This. Was. Sooooooo. Good!!!!!!!
Excerpt
I know I look out of place as I stand near the gym entrance, clearly hesitant, and looking a little overwhelmed. All the machines look like spaceships, hundreds of buttons or levers on each one, and I haven’t the first idea how to operate them. My one-hour induction last week did a great job of distracting me, but the information and instructions fell straight from my memory the second I left the exclusive fitness center. I scan the area, fiddling with my ring, seeing masses of men and women pounding the treadmills, going hell for leather on the bikes and pumping weights on huge lifting devices. They all look like they know exactly what they’re doing.
In an attempt to blend in, I make my way over to the water machine and gulp down a cup of ice water. I’m wasting time being hesitant when I could be releasing some stress and anger. I spot a punching bag hanging in the far corner with no one within ten meters of it, so I decide to give it a try. There are no buttons or levers on that.
I help myself to the boxing gloves hanging on the wall nearby. After securing the Velcro, I give the bag a little poke. I’m surprised at how heavy it is. I inject some power into my weak arm and throw some effort into my next hit. I grunt too, and the bag shifts significantly this time, moving away from me and seeming to pause in midair before it’s on its way back toward me. Fast. I panic and quickly pull back my fist, then extend my arm to prevent being knocked to the ground. Shockwaves fly up my arm when my glove connects with the bag, but it’s moving away from me again. I smile and spread my legs a little, bracing myself for its return, then smack it hard again, sending it sailing away from me.
My arm is aching already and I suddenly realize I have two gloved hands so I pummel it with my left this time, smiling wider, the impact of the bag on my fists feeling good. I’m breaking out in a sweat, my feet are beginning to shift and my arms getting into a rhythm. My shouts of satisfaction spur me on and the bag morphs into more than a bag. I’m beating the shit out of it and loving every moment.
I don’t know how long I’m there, but when I finally let up and take a moment to think, I’m drenched, my knuckles are sore and my breathing erratic. I catch the bag and let it settle, then take a cautious glance around the gym. No one is staring. I’ve gone totally unnoticed, everyone focused on their own workout. I smile to myself and collect a cup of water and a towel from the nearby shelf, wiping my brow as I make my way from the huge room. For the first time in weeks, I feel prepared to take the day on.
I head toward the changing rooms, feeling like a lifetime of stress and woes have just been knocked out of me. The urge to go back in and pound for another hour is hard to resist, but I’m already at risk of being late for work so I push on, thinking this could get addictive. I’ll be back tomorrow morning, maybe even after work today, and I’ll thrash that bag until there are no more traces of Miller Hart and the pain he’s caused me.
I pass door after door, all with glass panes, and peek into each class that’s in session—yoga, spinning, kickboxing. I might try one or two. Or I could give them all a go.
As I’m passing the final door before the women’s changing rooms, something catches my eye. It’s a punching bag swinging from the ceiling hook, but no one’s in sight. I step closer to the door, then gasp and jump back as someone comes into view, bare chested and barefoot. I feel dizzy.
He has those shorts on, the ones he wore when he was trying to make me comfortable. I’m shaking, but my shock doesn’t stop me from peering back through the glass, just to check I wasn’t hallucinating. I wasn’t. He’s here, his ripped physique mesmerizing. He looks violent as he attacks the hanging bag like it’s a threat to his life, punishing it with powerful punches and even more powerful kicks. His body weaves and dodges the bag when it comes back at him. He looks like a pro. He looks like a fighter.
I’m frozen on the spot as I watch Miller move around the hanging bag with ease, his fists wrapped in some kind of bandages, his limbs delivering controlled, punishing blows time and time again. Who does he see before him?
My mind spins, questions mounting, as I quietly observe the refined, well-mannered, part-time gentleman become a man possessed, that temper he has warned me about clear and present. But then I retreat a pace when he suddenly grabs the bag with both hands and rests his forehead on the leather, his body falling into the now subtle sway of the punching bag. His back is dripping and heaving, and I see his solid shoulders rise suddenly. Then he begins to turn toward the door. It happens in slow motion. I’m rooted in place as his chest, slicked with a sheen of sweat, comes into view and my eyes slowly crawl up his torso until I see his side profile. He knows he’s being watched.
What are your top 5 writing essentials for creating M & Livy's sexy and gripping world that is the One Night series?
Oohhh! Well, it kind of applies for ALL of my stories...
As always, detail. Writing enough to haul my reader into the pages and help them live the story through my words.
Music. It's no secret that I love including music in my stories. Each track is carefully chosen to reflect the mood in the scene it's accompanying.
Intensity. Whether in passion, anger or devastation. I aim to amplify it all.
Angst. I want my readers hearts pounding in their chest, want them to be scared to turn the next page, but unable to stop themselves from doing it.
A bit of humour. Because I don't want to ruin my followers completely :-)
Can't wait to read this one!
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