AL Jackson is the QUEEN of book feels! Her stories are all emotive and raw. More of You fits in perfectly with what you expect from her books. Second chance love story, star crossed lovers, with danger and drama to boot!
Jace was the bad boy she knew she shouldn't love. Ah teenage love! You know it always ends with drama llama and Jace and Faith's story is no exception. Flash forward 10 years and Jace is back and Faith is still so destroyed from his actions. But, she might actually need him. Now, if you have read my reviews, you know I'm not a huge fan of the angsty, overly emotional stories. But, what I enjoyed about More of You was that it wasn't JUST the angsty emotional. I liked the thread of suspense woven into their second chance story because it provides more umph to the story.
Faith's story was difficult. She has had a crappy 10 years while Jace was gone and it was sad. My heart hurt for her and when Jace came back, I wanted to protect her-because she shouldn't have to endure more! It would just be unfair! She is certainly a heroine you not only root for, but love. Thankfully, Jace was worthy of her! Their chemistry is combustible for sure-Jackson always does a great job writing chemistry.
For fans of second chances, broken characters, and blistering chemistry, More of You by AL Jackson is a must read!
- POV: dual 1st
- Tears: yes
- Trope: second chance
- Series/Standalone: stand alone
- Cliffhanger: no
- HEA: yes with epilogue
Similar angsty romances like From Here to You by Jamie McGuire, Ultimate Sacrifice by KC Lynn, Lev by Bella Aurora...then you will probably like More of You!
More of You
“Let me take care of you.” The words grated from my tongue.
She blinked at me. “Why did you really come here, Jace? After all this time? After all these years? What is it you want?”
You.
“I need to be here. I tri—”
The confession locked in my throat, and I swallowed hard, forcing it out between the constriction I could feel baring down on every cell in my body.
“I tried to stay away. But I couldn’t. Not knowing what’s happening. Not knowing what you’ve been through.”
Not knowing just how fucking deep Joseph had gotten. Not knowing the lengths those assholes might go to. I was getting a better and better idea of what that might be.
Protectiveness swelled.
An anger so intense I saw black curled through my muscles.
I could feel it, a wire tripping somewhere inside me, one of those pieces I’d been trying to keep contained, held back, ripped free.
No way in hell was I backing down from this. No way in hell was I walking away from her.
“I’m moving in.”
She reared back. “What?”
“You heard what I said.”
A heated anger rushed in to take over the helplessness. “Well, I thought I did . . . and what I think I just heard you say was you’re movin’ in here, and that’s not goin’ to happen.”
“You need someone here to look after you. Besides . . . there are what? Eight rooms here? You will hardly notice me, and someone needs to be here to watch over things.”
“And you think that job lands on you?” It was all a rushed horror as she pushed back her chair and stumbled to her feet.
Energy flashed.
So intense my chest tightened.
Painfully.
Protectiveness pulsing out. Filling everything.
“I think that’s exactly what it is.”
Harsh, hoarse laughter rocked from her, and she was biting at her lip like she wanted to bite back her words.
“You are the last person I want movin’ in here. I already told you, all of this is too hard. It feels too complicated. It’s hard enough you bein’ outside. You want to take up the inside, too?”
I edged closer, breathing in all that intensity.
Taking it on as my own.
Standing next to the girl felt like inhaling life.
Did she think this wasn’t going to be brutal for me, too?
My voice quieted, though it was hard as stone. “You aren’t safe here. You’re scared. You can’t deny that.”
I edged closer, and she edged back. She hit the wall behind her.
She was so close.
So damned close I wanted to take one step closer and feel all of her. What it was like to be against that skin.
Her words were so rough she could barely force them out. “Then I’ll call my daddy to come and stay.”
My fingers were back to toying with a lock of her hair, my head angled to the side. “Let me take care of you, Faith. Let me be the one.”
“Jace—”
“Please . . . let me do this for you. I’m your family, whether you like it or not.”
“This is a terrible idea,” she whispered. Like it was her last plea.
“It might be the only good one I’ve ever had.”