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Sin With Me
Bad Habit #3
By: JT Geissinger
Releasing April 25th, 2017
Montlake Romance
In Sin With Me (Bad Habits #3) by JT Geissinger, Brody Scott wants Grace Stanton no matter what. But with the secret he's keeping, he feels he doesn't deserve her. However, he's not going to let anything stop him from getting her to give him a chance. Not her month only rule of dating and certainly not the one reason that stops her from getting close to anyone. However, when Brody's secret is revealed, will Grace be able to handle it or will she walk away from him forever?

Although I haven't read the other books of this series, this story can easily be read as a stand-alone and it was a story I really enjoyed, despite the fact that I disliked the heroine in the beginning. She was too provocative and dismissive of relationships, but once I learnt why she was that way, I really started to like Grace. The way this story started with what the hero is going through had me hooked to Brody's point-of-view. Why can't he forgive himself? What will it take to get the hero to forgive himself?

Both the main characters have intense back stories, and I could empathize with what they've been through in the past. Will being together make everything better, if they can open up to each other? Will Brody be able to convince Grace that they deserve a chance to be happy together, despite her reservations? Moreover, I could understand why Grace was hesitant to get involved with Brody because of her medical condition. However, I liked that she was strong and brave enough to give a relationship between them a chance. Since Brody is fun and they bring out the best in each other when they're teasing one another. While Brody, I liked how determined he was to win Grace over and wasn't afraid to push her to see that he isn't afraid that her medical condition could cause problems for their relationship if she happened to have a relapse. He was that confident that he'd find a way to win back her love no matter what.    

Overall, this was a really good read where the sex scenes were smoking hot, showed that Brody wasn't afraid to push Grace's limits, and proved that the heroine doesn't always have to be in control. The way this story ended left me an emotional mess because of Brody's secret and how it affected Grace. Would she be able to forgive Brody and the secondary characters she thought she could trust? However, in saying that, I did like how things worked out between this couple, because Grace wasn't about to let the past ruin her future with Brody. None of what happened was his fault, since he did his best to make things right. Furthermore, the epilogue wrapped this story up perfectly, as readers discover how far Grace and Brody have come in their relationship and how he's not ever going to let her go. I would recommend Sin With Me by JT Geissinger, if you enjoy the friends to lovers trope or books by authors K. Bromberg, Vi Keeland, Cari Quinn or Meghan March.

The past she can’t remember. The secret he hides. And a love that’s worth risking it all.
After a devastating car crash stole both her family and her memory, Grace Stanton was left with no past and an uncertain future. Now Grace likes to keep things simple. No sleepovers, never date a guy more than a month, and never, ever fall in love. Which is exactly why Grace avoids Bad Habit’s lead guitarist, Brody Scott, at all costs. The green-eyed, sexy-as-hell musician has “trouble” tattooed all over him, and Grace isn’t taking any chances with her heart.
Brody knows he doesn’t deserve an amazing woman like Grace—her creamy skin, red hair, or that smart mouth that fuels his every fantasy—but there’s something between them that’s more than chemistry. Something real. He’ll just have to convince Grace that he’s worth the risk—and hide the secret that haunts his worst dreams. But when fate plays a cruel hand, Brody’s darkest sin suddenly threatens his last chance at redemption…and the life of the woman he loves.

Like fingers interlacing, several things slowly come together and fit into place.
“You could fall in love with me and not remember it?” I whisper.
She swallows and nods.
Dumbfounded, I stare at her. “Holy fuck.”
Looking miserable, she nods again. She tries to pull away but I don’t let her. I put my arms around her and squeeze.
She resists for what feels like forever, stiff and uncomfortable in my arms, but then slowly she gives in. She melts against me with a sigh, tucks her face into the space between my neck and shoulder, and winds her arms around my waist.
We stand like that for a while, not talking, feeling the chaotic beating of each other’s hearts. Her hair smells like sunshine. She’s soft and warm against me, lush and feminine. My dick is still wrestling for control with my brain, which is in a state of shock and is just sitting there lifelessly inside my skull like a big lump of cheese.
And suddenly I realize what a gift I’m being offered.
I can never right the wrongs of the past, no matter how desperately I might want to. But maybe those wrongs aren’t the end of the story. Maybe they’re only a new beginning.
If I’m going to do good by her, this is a fucking fantastic place to start.
My voice gruff, I say, “I’m in.”
She pulls away and looks at me, a little furrow between her brows. “What?”
“I said I’m in. Fuck it. If I can make you fall in love with me once, I can make you fall in love with me again and again. Every day if I have to.”
Grace blanches. “The Egosaurus rides again. I’m not in love with you!”
“But you will be,” I vow, looking at her dead-on. “Because I’m not gonna leave you any other choice.”
I plunge my hands into her hair, grip her head, pull her toward me, and fit my mouth against hers.
It’s like the Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve and Christmas morning, all rolled into one.
Heat. Color. Noise. Fireworks behind my eyes. She moans into my mouth, digs her nails into my back, arches against me. I moan, too, fucking her luscious mouth with my tongue, one hand behind her neck and the other roaming all over her body, learning her shape, the dip of her waist, the full, tight curve of her ass.
It’s greedy.
It’s scorching.
It’s everything.
If there were a Guinness World Record for the most amazing, mind-blowing, cock-stiffening, heart-pounding, panty-melting, burn-down-the-house kiss, we’d win that motherfucker hands down.
We’re both breathing hard, desperate, mindless, lost. The kiss goes on and on, until I’m drunk on her. I’m flying. I’m melting. I’m—
Someone loudly clears his throat.
Stunned and reeling, Grace and I break apart.
Nico stands in the kitchen doorway with his hands on his hips, grinning like an idiot. “Hiya, kids,” he drawls. “What’re you two squirrels up to?”
Flushed and trembling, Grace lifts a hand to her lips. She lets out a short, astonished laugh and cuts her gaze to me.
I can’t talk either. My mouth can’t form any coherent words. I just stand there, dumb as a rock, my mind blank, my shorts tented, staring at Grace like I’ve spent my entire life up to this point living in a dark cave, surviving on worms and insects, and she just walked in with candles and flowers and a big fucking steak on a hot plate.
“Uhh . . .”
Nico bursts out laughing.
“I’ll just go see what Kat’s up to.” Grace’s voice is high and shaky. She bolts from the room.
“Just wanted to let you know a few people are starting to show up.” Nico glances at the front of my shorts and chuckles. “So, uh, you might want to pull yourself together, brother.”
Shaken to my core, I sag against the counter, gripping it hard for support, and let out a ragged breath. “Jesus. Is that what it’s like for you with Kat? That feeling like you’re . . .”
“Free-falling?” Nico supplies when I can’t find the right word. “High flying? Completely out of control?”
When I look up at him, he nods. “Yeah, brother. It is. At the beginning. And then it gets so much deeper and so much better, there aren’t any words for it at all.” His eyes—bright, cobalt-blue eyes that made him famous—pierce me. “But be careful. Because once you get on that speeding train, you can’t get off. Even if it jumps the tracks, crashes into a nuclear power plant, and burns the whole world to the ground.”
He gives me one long, last look and then turns around and leaves.
From somewhere very far off, I hear the sound of my demon laughing.



J.T. Geissinger is an award winning and best-selling author of dark, sexy romance.
She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and was a finalist for the prestigious RITA© Award from the Romance Writers of America. Her work has also finaled in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards.
She lives in California with her husband, on whom all her heroes are based.




1 comment:

  1. Love these books. What an ending. Although I had a feeling something like that would happen.