Rush Too Far by Abbi Glines
Everyone in Rosemary Beach thinks they know how Rush Finlay and Blaire Wynn fell in love. But Rush is back to tell his side of the story…
Rush has earned every bit of his bad-boy reputation. The three-story beach house, luxury car, and line of girls begging for time between his sheets are the envy of every guy in Rosemary Beach, and Rush handles it all with the laid-back cool of a rock star’s son. All he needs are his best friend, Grant, and his sister, Nan.
Until Blaire Wynn drives into town in her beat-up pickup truck with a pistol under her seat. The Alabama farm girl instantly captures Rush’s attention once he discovers that the angelic beauty is his new stepsister, but he vows to keep his distance. Even if she needs his help. Even if he craves her.
Because Rush knows why Blaire is all alone in the world, forced to ask for help from the father who abandoned her three years ago. And he knows if he gets too close it will destroy Nan, who has a secret connection to Blaire.
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“The beast inside of me roared to life. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Rush will make the beast inside of you roar to life, and melt your panties, and break your heart, and crush your soul, and have you swooning, crying, screaming, and falling in love all within the pages of Rush Too Far. There is something so damn sexy to me about a story written from a male POV and Rush does not disappoint!! I was so devastated …again…at the end….and even though I knew how the story ended, I didn’t see it coming. I was that caught up, swept away and just….crushed. So much so that I reread the Rosemary Beach series again so my heart would be whole, my soul mended, and all would be right in my world again. If you have not read this series…I suggest you do. If you have read this series, then I’m sure you’ll agree that your Rush Crush is ……..ahhhh……deliciously sexy.
~ 4.5 ~ Stars
I don’t know where to start because although I knew the cliffhanger was coming it still has left me discombobulated. I was hoping for more of a back and forth pattern with the past and Rush & Blaire’s moving forward. I knew RTF was Rush’s POV but I was still hoping for some peaks into their “present”. Abbi’s storyline of Rush and Blaire sweeps me in as there are so many secrets within their families making me want all the answers. I believe this group in Rosemary are perfect for one another as they all have daddy issues. It’s perfectly frustrating in a way that doesn’t turn me off, but keeps me intrigued and searching for the truth. Who goes with who, and how is this going to pan out. I adore Blaire’s gun-handling skills, her purity and innocence, and her dirty mouth. Blaire is by far my favorite of the Rosemary gang as she’s who I built my first solid connection with and her presence just brings a smile to my face. She keeps me on the edge of my seat with her words and we get depth from her that I didn’t feel with other characters. I’ll miss Blaire and can’t wait for more of their story. Give this a try and re-kindle your Rush “Crush”!! Rating: 3.5 stars
They say that children have the purest hearts. That children don’t truly hate because they don’t fully understand the emotion. They forgive and forget easily.
They say a lot of bullshit like that because it helps them sleep at night. Such sayings make for good, heart-warming clichés to hang on the walls, to bring out a smile in people passing by.
I know differently. Children love like no other. They have the capacity to love more fiercely than anyone else. That much is true. That much I know. Because I lived it. By the age of ten I knew hate and I knew love. Both all-consuming. Both life-altering. And both completely blinding.
Looking back now I wish someone had been there to see how my mother had sown the seed of hate inside of me. Inside of my sister. If someone had been there to save us from the lies and bitterness she allowed to fester within us, then maybe things would have been different. For everyone involved.
I never would have acted so foolishly. It wouldn’t have been my fault that a girl was left alone to take care of her ailing mother. It wouldn’t have been my fault that the same girl stood at her mother’s graveside, believing that the last person on earth who loved her was dead. It wouldn’t have been my fault that a man destroyed himself after his life became a broken, hollow shell.
But no one saved me.
No one saved us.
We believed the lies. We held onto our hate, and I alone destroyed an innocent girl’s life.
They say you reap what you sow. That’s bullshit, too. Because I should be burning in hell for my sins. I shouldn’t be allowed to wake up every morning with this beautiful woman in my arms, who loves me unconditionally. I shouldn’t get to hold my son and know such a pure joy.
But I do.
Because, eventually, someone did save me. I didn’t deserve it. Hell, more than anyone it was my sister who needed saving. She hadn’t acted on her hate. She hadn’t manipulated the lives of our family members, not caring about the outcome. But her bitterness still controlled her while I had been delivered. By a girl…
No, she wasn’t just a girl. She was an angel. My angel. A beautiful, strong, fierce, loyal angel who had entered my life in a pick-up truck, carrying a gun.