by Jay Crownover
Release Date: June 23, 2017
The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men books continues her delightfully sexy Saints of Denver series.
Hudson Wheeler is a nice guy. Everyone knows it, including his fiancée who left him with a canceled wedding and a baby on the way. He’s tired of finishing last and is ready to start living in the moment with nights soaked in whiskey, fast cars, and even faster girls. He’s set to start living on the edge, but when he meets Poppy Cruz, her sad eyes in the most gorgeous face he’s ever seen hook him in right away. Wheeler can see Poppy’s pain and all he wants to do is take care of her and make her smile, whatever it takes.
Poppy can’t remember a time when she didn’t see strangers as the enemy. After a lifetime of being hurt from the men who swore to protect her, Poppy’s determined to keep herself safe by keeping everyone else at arm’s length. Wheeler’s sexy grin and rough hands from hours restoring classic cars shouldn’t captivate her, but every time she’s with him, she can’t help being pulled closer to him. Though she’s terrified to trust again, Poppy soon realizes it might hurt even more to shut Wheeler out—and the intense feelings pulsing through her are making it near impossible to resist him.
The only thing Poppy is sure of is that her heart is in need of some serious repair, and the more time she spends with Wheeler, the more she’s convinced he’s the only man with the tools to fix it.
And while all that ink and color might have been overwhelming on someone else, with the graceful, thoughtful way he moved and the quiet, measured way he spoke, all the color and noise that covered his body worked for the man that was know as Wheeler..I figured out after the first time I met him that his skin was telling the world his story because he didn’t want to be bothered with repeating it over and over again.
Jay Crownover has this unique ability to write romance dirty & raw but still somehow poetic and uplifting. With each new book of hers that I read, I’m awed at her incredible writing talent and the profound message I’m left with after every read.
Salvaged is the cherry on top of the Saints of Denver sundae. The perfect end to this intense and romantic series that has won it’s way into my heart since the first book, Built.
Wheeler and Poppy not only needed, but deserved this book. Both characters have been through hell and back much like so many other Jay’s Saints, but whether it was the wait to see their happiness finally come or the weight of their past, to me, their story was the sweetest and most satisfying of them all.
Poppy surprised me with her boldness towards Wheeler. Who knew inside this timid, shy, and broken woman was a sexy and sassy seductress waiting to be unleashed? Since I have not yet read all of the Marked Men books (Please don’t tell Jay! lol) I honestly didn’t know very much about Poppy to begin with but what I had read about her character didn’t scream sexy siren to me. That’s what made her romance with Wheeler so hot in my opinion. 😉
Wheeler. Hudson Wheeler. It would take a heck of a lot for another character to replace BAX as my favorite Crownover character and Wheeler has it. Even with his shattered, broken heart he managed to be the embodiment of hotness, romance, and charm. His super tragic backstory made me want to grab him in a big hug and never let go. His interactions with Poppy (specifically one magical night in a hotel room) sealed his fate as being my number one Saint of Denver.
I give Salvaged 5 out of 5 Krissy’s Stars!
Though this book can technically be read as a standalone, I highly suggest you read all of the Saint’s of Denver books before diving in to Salvaged. I think you can only appreciate how truly special and rewarding this story is if you’ve experienced the full series.
*I was generously given an advanced copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
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“Poppy.” I whispered her name and she tilted her head back and blinked up at me.
“Wheeler.” I was astounded that there was a hint of amusement in her voice. How she could find anything to laugh about after what she just told me was unfathomable. Her father had handed her off to a monster like it was nothing. She made her way out of hell with one of the purest hearts I had ever seen.
“I really want to give you a hug, probably more for me than for you, but I told you not to let anyone touch you without permission.” I knew I sounded a little desperate but I didn’t care. “So, can you put me out of my misery and give me permission to hold you, just for a second, please?”
Her eyes widened and then her obscenely long lashes dropped as she nodded timidly. “Okay, since you asked so nicely.” The humor was now thick around every word and she was laughing for real as I carefully wrapped my arms around her.
I sighed into the top of her head as I pulled her to my chest. Her hair smelled like flowers and felt like silk as I rested my cheek against the soft strands. WE stood like that for a long time, me with my arms curled around her as she stood stock-still. I could feel her heart beat and I wanted to think it was racing like it was because she was affected by my touch rather than because she was terrified of being so close to a man she didn’t know all that well.
I told myself not to breathe, not to move a single muscle, as her hands slowly lifted and gently touched my sides above the tops of my jeans. It felt like her palms were burning their imprint into my skin as they slowly, achingly started to inch their way around my back so that she was lightly holding me back. I heard her make a sound that may have been one of pleasure, but just in case it was one of fear, I leaned away from her so I could see her face.
Her gaze was centered on the tattooed candle that was burning bright and surrounded by light and smoke right on the center of my throat. She watched the movement as I swallowed hard and her gaze drifted up to mine.
“No one ever has ever asked me for permission for anything before. No one has ever cared what I wanted before.” The murmur of her words brushed across the base of my throat and my cock went instantly hard. I knew she felt it because her eyes popped wide and her breath hitched as she looked up at me and ordered quietly, “Ask me what I want right now, Wheeler.”
Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men, The Point, and the Saints of Denver series. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she’ll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her dogs.
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