How Beauty Saved the Beast by Jax Garren
Book two of Tales of the Underlight
Jolie Benoit left her old life behind to become an agent of the Underlight. Training under Sergeant Wesley Haukon, she’s honing her combat skills, all the while coping with the intense sexual attraction she feels for Hauk. She keeps their friendship casual, but when his high school sweetheart transfers into their division, Jolie finds herself grappling with jealousy.
The Underlight gave Hauk a purpose, but he can’t escape his past completely. The physical and emotional scars from the fire that killed seven fellow Army Rangers will mark him forever. Jolie sends his protective instincts into overdrive, but he’s convinced he’ll never be worthy of her love.
Hauk is determined to keep Jolie from harm. But when the Order of Ananke ambushes them with a new weapon that neutralizes Hauk, making him vulnerable, it’s Jolie who must tap into her hidden strengths to rescue him–or risk losing him forever…
Sequel to How Beauty Met the Beast.
With a grunt Hauk lifted himself to his feet.
Damn, that hurt.
But he couldn’t have done it five minutes ago without help, so case in point, he was improving. He dropped back down to the sofa as Jolie’s frown turned into a scowl. Great. He let his head loll back on the cushions and told her the truth. “Look, I’m not going to make it to The Underlight right now. Ash can play nursemaid. You head back with the drive. If I’m still feeling shitty in an hour, I’ll find a way to get home. Okay?”
As he spoke, Jolie’s expression had started to morph from scowling to sympathetic. But halfway through the softer expression snapped to stiffly formal. Her voice was practically icy as she pocketed her phone and said, “Shall I go get Ashley to make you feel all better or is there anything I can do before I go?”
Did she sound acerbic? Why? Hauk managed a lazy grin and shot his mouth, trying to lighten her mood with a joke. “You can kiss me and make it better.” He expected her to roll her eyes and leave, hopefully with a bit of a smile.
But she didn’t. Nose in the air like some princess, she strolled over to him, hips swaying to the beat of the punk music playing over the speakers. Was pretty-boy’s band still playing?
Her knees hit the couch on either side of his and she slid onto his lap, straddling him.
Suddenly he didn’t give a flying fuck who was making the music. Jolie’s expression was pissed, but her body—that toned, curvaceous figure wrapped in transparent fabric and sparkles—sure looked like it was about to do something fun.
With one finger she tipped his chin up, forcing his eyes from their indiscreet wandering back to hers.
Oops. Should he apologize for ogling her? Or after the kiss this morning was he allowed to ogle now? He sure loved studying every graceful part of her. Did it as often as he thought he could get away with it.
She smiled, a twist of lips halfway between haughty and seductive, and he loved that, too. As she leaned in close he could smell the soft cinnamon and spice of her perfume. With a breath that was cool against his suddenly hot cheek she whispered, “Like this?”
She kissed him.
Her lips slowly moved against his with a supple pressure that eased his pain like nothing else. Her hands slid under his jacket to rest against the cotton of his shirt. Thin cotton. She might be able feel his wrecked skin through that. He didn’t want it to make her uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to—
She sighed his name, and her tongue pressed against his lips.
To hell with good ideas. He opened his mouth for her, letting her tongue slide against his. He caressed across her hips to the top of her ass. Her knees slid further apart, pressing her soft, hot body against his. With a groan he cupped the firm muscles he’d been admiring from a distance for too long. Her ass felt even better than it looked.
He wanted to toss her on the couch, spread her underneath him where he could touch more of her. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone or anything so damn badly.
She moaned and shuddered against him.
That was it; he shifted his grip so he could press her back into the cushions. But before he made the move, she pulled back.
He grinned like the happy idiot he was.
But she didn’t look happy. With a jerk, the most perfect woman the gods ever made wrenched out of his arms and stood up.
“Wh-wha-what?” he sputtered.
One finger waved manically at him. “I hope you, Ashley and your self-sacrificing bullshit have a good time guarding the rally.” She spun on her five-inch heels and stalked away.
“What? What happened? Jolie?” He stood up and nearly fell down in a wash of dizziness. “Jolie?”
But she was gone.
He dropped back to the couch, brain hurting with the effort to figure out what he’d done wrong. And, more importantly, how he could fix it, so he could get back to kissing that woman.
Q: Tell our readers why you think they’ll enjoy How Beauty Saved the Beast
A: How Beauty Saved the Beast is a modern spin on the fairy tale with a burlesque dancer and a scarred soldier fighting the power in Austin, Texas. Throw in a touch of magic and mythology, a secret cult out to conquer the world and a clan of idealists and anarchists living under the city, and you’ve got the world of the Tales of the Underlight. This is book 2 in a trilogy. How Beauty Met the Beast is already available, and How Beauty Saved the Beast releases in May.
Q: You may have noticed we like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from How Beauty Saved the Beast?
A: My favorite quote from How Beauty Saved the Beast is:
“Yes. I have fun. I also care about things, like stopping the crazy goddess-worshipping cult you joined from taking over the world.” ~ Jolie
Jax Garren would like to give away a copy of How Beauty Saved the Beast. (ebook) To enter, just answer her question:
Which fairy tale is your favorite?
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