You don't choose when.
You don't choose where.
And you don't get to choose who you fall in love with.
The minute he opened his sexy mouth, Holliday Hughes should have known Jack Dalton was trouble. His smooth pickup lines, broad shoulders, and ridiculously handsome face charmed her right out of her clothes. She gave into her desires, the instant attraction blinding her to the obvious.
One night. That was all it took for Holliday’s world to be flipped on its axis. Jack Dalton was cocky. Smug. Volatile. Demanding. He ignited something deep inside her like no other, but there was something more to this brooding bad boy. There was a dark side to him she couldn't help but be drawn to.
Torn between what she knew about him and a mysterious side he tried to hide, could she walk away or was he simply too hard to resist?
“Wait.”
He reaches to the nightstand one more time and grabs his phone. Scrolling, he
smiles when he finds what he’s looking for. With one push of the button, a song
I’m all too familiar with begins. I know every word and every riff. “Stairway
to Heaven” was the soundtrack to a lot of trouble I got into back in high
school. “Led Zeppelin?”
With a
smirk in place, he nods. “This is great fucking music.”
“Great
fucking music or great music for fucking?” I ask as his hands squeeze my
breasts.
“Both.”
He lays back, his hands sliding up the outside of my thighs, and says, “Take me
to that place that keeps you from getting jaded. That place where you find
peace without the demons destroying everything you thought you wanted. Take me
there.”
Darkness
fills his eyes, his gaze alluding to everything he doesn’t have to be any
longer. I lift up and sink down on him, my hands pressed flat against his
chest, wanting to smother the dark and cover it with light. Slowly rocking back
and forth like the tempo calls for, his words lyrics to my ears, invading my
thoughts. I drop my head back as his hands grab my hips, holding me down. The
resistance causes inner turmoil as my insides begin to coil. Wanting more, my
hands fall behind onto his legs, balancing me on top of him as we move against
the other.
I let my
mind drift with the melody, the fullness of him overtaking all other feelings.
The music builds and my body reacts to the rhythm he’s creating inside me. The
song becomes our anthem, a soundtrack to our moans and heavy breaths.
When I
look down at him, his eyes are open, watching me, one hand roaming my body
freely. The other caressing my tattooed skin.
The song
speaks of winding roads, shadows and souls… I’m flipped onto the mattress.
Dalton’s inside me again, moving over me. Our bodies become slick with sweat,
emotions begin swirling between us. Feelings that this could be more than just
one night plant themselves like seeds in the depths of my mind.
I read this book a few weeks ago, and I have never
put a review off as much as I have this one. Why? Because there is no way I can
put into words how much I truly, seriously, completely fell in love with this
book. I’ve been a fan of S.L. Scott’s writing for a long time now (ahem, Evan’s
Number One Side Thing), and now I’m so proud of her over this book. The Resistance is unlike any of her
other books. Unique in plot, flawless in writing, raw in characters, steamy as
all get out in love scenes, and overall a captivating read that will have you
falling in love every step of the way.
“I place my hand on his chest to feel,
without him knowing, if he’s having the same reaction. His hand covers mine,
and he whispers, “I feel lit.” When I look into his eyes, I see his every
intention clearly set…”
I love how Dalton and Holliday are straight with
each other. Well, maybe not completely straight about everything in the
beginning, but you know what I mean. They know from first sight they are
attracted to one another, and they aren’t afraid to act on it. I really can’t
say much plot-wise without ruining the book. The blurb is cryptic for a reason.
I say, don’t read any reviews. Trust the lickable cover and dive into it. You
won’t be disappointed, I promise. Yes, I’m being cryptic. It’s on purpose. I
don’t want to take away from the reading experience even if I already guessed
it before it happened. Figuring out what this book is about is one of the best
parts (besides the fantastic sex), because just when you think you have the whole
book pegged—BAM! Plot twist and the story becomes even better.
“You see beneath all this. You see the real
me.”
“I only see what you give me, Dalton.”
“Lies. All lies. You’re wiser and more
observant than you let on. I know this because I watch you too.”
Dalton is one of the most complicated heroes I’ve
ever had the pleasure of meeting. And one of the sexiest. I have decided that
every book hero needs to be able to rip the heroine’s panties off, because wow
*fans myself*. In the beginning, I was with Holliday and very dubious of his
intentions. I’m not one for insta-love, but that’s not what this story is. It’s
an instant lust, sure, but the relationship slowly forms—and it’s fantastic the
whole ride. Dalton is cocky, mysterious, and blunt. I feel like Dalton has been
misunderstood most of his life, from his family to his “lifestyle”, and then
Holliday comes along and sees right through him and turns his life inside out.
He spirals up and down with his emotions, but never once did I doubt his
loyalty and love to Holliday. He has issues, yes, there are lots of angsty issues,
but that’s one of the things that makes his characters so real—he isn’t
perfect. He ripped my heart out, made me swoon, made me laugh, made me surrender
myself to him, and basically I am now Dalton’s Number One Side Thing too
(sorry, Evan).
“Here, together, we don’t have pasts that
scar us or baggage that weighs us down with burdens and regrets. Here,
together, our flawed souls find solace in each other. Here, together, we make
sense.”
I think Holliday has to be one of my favorite
heroines. She never annoyed me or made me mad, which is one of my biggest
problems with heroines these day. She was successful, because she owned her own
business (which was very creative). She was smart and level-headed—and she
chose to be single. In a way, she reminded me a lot of myself and when her best
friend is giving her a speech about pushing Dalton away for selfish reasons, it
really hit hard. Holliday quickly became Dalton’s rock and she was always challenging
him with her wit and smart-mouth. She grounded him and it was fantastic to see
them form a camaraderie that was so comfortable and also highly entertaining.
“Thank you, Holliday.”
“For being my inspiration.”
“I’ve always wanted to be someone’s muse.”
“You’ve always been in here,” he says
patting his chest over his heart. “We just hadn’t met yet.”
Because of the way the story was so well-written
and wonderfully developed, I seriously felt the emotion of every word, space,
and period. It was an amazing journey. Dalton and Holliday’s story is so unique
and captivating, I read it all in three hours. I couldn’t put it down. The sex
scenes were frequent and scorching hot! Even if they were constantly going at
it, I never felt like they were repetitive or boring. Every time I flipped to a
page where they were getting on all I could do was drool. Holliday is one lucky
girl.
“We kiss. We kiss and like the thousands of
kisses we’ve shared before, there’s an unbridled passion that stirs within. He’s
more than I expected, more than I dreamed possible, and I adore him—body,
heart, and soul. Jack Dalton owns me, cherishing me while devouring me equally.”
Their relationship was perfect, it was just the
situations that they were put in that made me tense. I loved their banter and
their effortless chemistry together. I loved watching them be put through the wringer
only to emerge stronger than ever. They are one of my favorite book couples. This
book had all the points I needed to make it one of my favorite books of the
year. I can’t even stress how much I think everyone needs to read The Resistance. This is a story about
falling in love, letting life happening, and figuring out what you want. Pick
it up. Seriously. It will change your life. Be prepared to swoon, laugh
hysterically, cry your eyes out, die, fan yourself, rip your panties off, and
fall in love.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“You’re warning me?”
“No. I’m making you a promise. The next time
I kiss you, it’s gonna be the first kiss of our forever.”
“Dalton?”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me now.”
S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters and letting them lead her on their adventures.
Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions she calls hobbies.
Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons, two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys.
Her novels include Naturally, Charlie, Good Vibrations, and A Prior Engagement.
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