Series: The Beat and the Pulse #1
Author: Amity Cross
Release Date: October 6, 2014
Renee "Ren" Miller was five when her Dad left to go to the shops and never came back.
Left to grow up with a cancer riddled mother, things have never been easy for a teenager who had to be wise beyond her years. Then one day they lose the battle and she’s all alone.
Now twenty-two, Ren reluctantly goes to find her estranged father. He owns the down and out boxing studio, Beat, and Ren finds herself drawn to the ring. She thrives on learning a new way of fighting a life that kept kicking her down…instead of struggling against the current, she kicks it right between the legs.
Then one day, Ash Fuller, her Dad's star fighter comes back to town. Mysterious, handsome… Dangerous… Everything Ren doesn't need.
But he's got other ideas…
…and so does she.
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I am so In love with this book and I think a large reason of it is because of Ren, because she is such a strong character. I can't wait to see where amity takes all the issues that we have from Beat in Pulse. I know the issue with Monica isn't over and that is one show down I can't wait for. I just wish it could happen in the ring. *mwahahah* evil maniacal laugh.
My jaw dropped during this read for several reasons. First of all, the sex is unfreakingbelievably hot. Like stick a bucket of ice down my pants hot. Not only then but when Ash gets all gooey. And and and the end. Jaw dropped. Heart stopped. Broken. That being said. I think amity nailed it with this book. It's awesome. So much steam , sass, drama, angst. Such a great balance. Such a great read. I couldn't put it down. I couldn't step away. I was so obsessed with all thing Ren, Ash, Monica, underground. Everything. Freaking awesomeness.
I give this 5++ hearts!
My fist slammed into the heavy leather bag, the impact jolting up my arm and absorbing into my torso.
The only light was from the back row of fluorescents I’d switched on over the ring. It was dark, murky and helped me pretend I was someplace else. The drama from the daylight hours was gone and it was just me and the darkness. Exactly the way I liked it.
I began another set of punches, hair sticking to the sweat beading across the back of my neck. Structure. This was the only thing that was predictable in my life and I needed predictable.
Stance. Guard. Punch. Guard. Repeat.
There was a loud cough behind me and I spun on my heel, heart thumping in my chest, and my gaze collided with Ash’s.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed, holding a hand over my heart. “Don’t fucking do that, Ash.” Typical. The creeper was being all creeper again.
“What are you doing?” He stared at me, his gaze hovering a little too long on my bare midriff.
I steadied the bag with one hand, taking deep breaths. “What does it look like?”
“I’ve never seen…” He trailed off and I wondered if I’d finally made the Golden Boy lost for words.
I turned my back so I didn’t have to look at him. “What? A woman in a sports bra? Highly doubt it.” I rolled my eyes and wiped my forehead with the back of my arm. Even though I couldn’t see, I felt his gaze burning into my skin and I suppressed the urge to squeeze my thighs together. Infuriating, self-absorbed, arrogant…
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