Temper For You (For You Series, book #3) By Genna Rulon
“Life is messy. Love is messier.” -Catch and Release
Meg Adeio has led a life of isolation—not by choice, by necessity—until one act of heroism forces her out of seclusion. Despite a past shrouded in mystery, Meg is “adopted” by an eclectic group of friends that become the family she never had. Life was good for the first time in…ever.
Or it was until Westly Black reappeared on her doorstep. She knew he was the last man any woman should give her time to—only good for one thing—yet a temptation no woman could deny. Wes might make her life messy, but Meg’s eyes were wide open and she had it under control. At least she thought she did.
When past and present collide, loyalties are tested, forcing Meg to sacrifice her future to protect those she loves.
Temper For You is a gripping story of regret, deception, and redemption – filled with raw emotion, sarcastic wit, intrigue, and love’s propensity to forgive.
• Though Temper For You is a part of the For You Series, it can be read as a stand alone
• This story is appropriate for readers 18+
Genna has brought me back to one of my favorite family of friends in the For You series. HuntLeigh and GriffLo have opened their homes and hearts to Meg and Meg is starting to feel ‘one’ with this group. That is until Westly comes along and shakes her steady foundation. Meg has isolated herself and keeps secrets about her past tucked close that shadow her in guilt and shame. Westly’s never ending attempts at getting Meg to open up about her past is a fight he’s willing to endure. Meg and Westly’s friends give them words of advice and perspectives of clarity. Meg and Westly have made choices as individuals with protecting themselves in mind without realizing the risk and hurt they’ve placed on others. The angst and tension holds fast once the emails begin and holds steady till near the end of the novel. I was speechless hearing facts and scenarios of Meg’s past. I only wish we didn’t have to wait as long as we did to hear about her upbringing. Genna is a queen of words as she’s proven her ability to give us beautiful, soulful characters (apples) that have endured pain and suffering (bitter and bruised) and overcome their self-doubt to find healing (there’s no perfect apple). My connection with “Aurly”, “Huntleigh” and “Grifflo” was magnified in this installment and I am extremely pumped to learn of their being a fourth novel to come. Give this a try and find your next book crush!! Rating: 4 stars
Genna Rulon is a contemporary romance author with a passion for blending comedy, tragedy, suspense, and hope to create her “book babies.”
During her 15 years in the corporate world, Genna—inspired by her love of reading—fantasized about penning her own stories. Encouraged by her favorite authors, many of whom are indie writers and self-published, she committed to pursue her aspirations of writing her own novels.
Genna was born in California and raised on Long Island in New York, where she still resides, surrounded by the most amazing family and friends. She’s married to a wonderful man who patiently tolerates her ramblings about whichever book she is currently working on—even feigning interest relatively convincingly! Genna is blessed with two little boys who do their best to thwart mommy’s writing time with their hilarious antics and charming extrapolations.
All of Genna’s books are brought to you courtesy of coffee and Disney Junior.
Son of a bitch!
I marched back to my house, dodging furniture and movers along the way, not stopping until I reached my home office where my cell phone and solitude were located.
Son. Of. A. Bitch!
I swore if I ever saw her again I would either: a) pretend I didn’t know her, or b) coax her into my bed. Nothing in either plan dictated cursing at her; it was an inexcusable fumble. Dammit! The only good news was that my father wasn’t alive to hear me confess my crimes. He would have ripped me a new one for talking to a lady that way, even if the description had been accurate—which unfortunately, it was not. Therefore, I couldn’t even comfort myself with the knowledge that I simply verbalized the truth because Meg was a lot of things, but she was definitely not a bitch.
Meg…when she opened the door, it knocked the wind out of me. I’d convinced myself—after she unceremoniously kicked me to the curb in the middle of the coffee shop—that my memories were idealized after nine months fantasizing about her. Nope. She was even more stunning than I remembered, and every part of me responded to the sight of her. My brain stalled, deprived of oxygen, as all of the blood in my body detoured southward. And while some parts appeared to be stupefied into complete stillness—such as my mouth, which seemed unable to form words—another part of me was rising to the occasion and begging for attention. Yes, Little West was pointing due north.