From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jay Crownover, comes the second book in a combustible new series, Welcome to the Point, that is sexier, darker, and better than ever.
There’s a difference between a bad boy and a boy who is bad. . . . Welcome to the Point.
In a dark and broken kingdom, a ruler has be fearless to control the streets and the ruthless people who run them. Race Hartman is just bold enough, just smart enough, and just lost enough to wear the crown. Places like The Point will always have bad things and bad people, but the man in control of all that badness can minimize the devastation. Race has a plan, but can he prevent total annihilation without destroying himself?
Brysen Carter has always seen the real Race—a guy too pretty, too smooth, and way too dangerous. Basking in his golden glow is very tempting, but Brysen knows she’ll eventually get burned. She has enough problems without the risky danger and mayhem that comes with a guy like Race. Too bad Brysen faces a threat close to home that might be more dangerous than anything The Point has ever produced.. And the only person interested in keeping her safe is the one man she can’t allow herself to have.
Sometimes being bold is the only way to stay alive. But can she let Race save her life . . . if it means losing herself to him?
**THIS REVIEW MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR BOOK ONE ~ BETTER WHEN HE’S BAD**
I’ve got to be really honest and tell you that I wasn’t sure that I was completely interested in Race’s story when I finished Better When He’s Bad. I didn’t know that I wanted to read about a criminal of his magnitude succeeding at anything. I was wrong. Race is so much more than a criminal mastermind.
Even as I started reading, I was unsure of my feelings toward Race. I was much like Brysen in that matter. Sure, there was a draw, but he was so bad. It didn’t take long for me to see that side of him that was anything, but bad though. Those protective instincts that made him care for Dovie in Better When He’s Bad came shining through in his book. I adored the way that he stopped at nothing to protect Brysen, even when he was protecting her from the ugliness of his own life.
“I’m not a bad guy Brysen, but I’m not a good guy either. I’m just enough of both to keep a handle on those bad things to stop them from spilling over and infecting the few good ones left in this godforsaken place. That’s why I do what I do.”
I felt pretty awful for poor Brysen. She had been dealt a shit hand and tried to make the very best of it. I’m not sure that I could have done half as well in her same position. I absolutely adored the strength that Brysen possessed. She didn’t need anyone else; she was more than prepared to deal with anything that came her way. It did, however, become evident that all of the awful things in her life had the power to be soul crushing. She desperately needed an outlet, someone with shoulders larger than her own, to help her carry the burden she held.
“This”-he pointed a finger between him and me as he pulled open the car door-“is happening. Maybe not now because it isn’t a good time for you, and maybe not later because I might not be around all that long, but at some point in between, sooner or later, it’s going down. Be ready for it, Brysen.”
The chemistry between Brysen and Race was explosive. I’m really unsure how they ever got any talking done. The intensity of every encounter that they had was off the charts. I absolutely loved that. There were times when they were together, and I felt like I was intruding on something more than just characters in a book. Their intense connection went far beyond the bedroom. A burning passion fueled everything about their connection.
With her, there was so much more than that. There was buildup, the erotic burn, the way she pulled at me without words.
Beyond the story of Race and Brysen was the story of The Point, which is very much a dynamic part of the character’s lives. Not for one minute did I ever feel like The Point was simply a backdrop against which the characters were playing. The inner workings and struggles, of running The Point, served as an excellent driving force. As much as I would like to hate The Point, it’s a fruitless endeavor. It’s almost a living breathing thing, vital as any of the humans in the book. I found myself rooting for things to go well for it as much as I did for things to work out for Race and Brysen.
The Point had been around for a long time, had seen all variations of evil come and go. The only thing that ever seems to change here was the seasons.
I greatly enjoyed my journey to The Point with Race and Brysen, and will be waiting on tenterhooks for both Titus and Nassir’s stories. They both seem to be so much more than they appear. I can’t wait to delve into their minds and souls and find what fuels their needs to be men on complete opposite ends of the spectrum.
I would hold on to her with everything I had and i would make sure she stayed just the way she was. I would never take the little things for granted, and just as tightly as I planned on holding on to her, I was going to hold on to this dark and dangerous place that was my home. They were both mine, and I would give up anything and everything to keep them.
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He didn’t say anything else, just waited for me to get myself situated, and then guided me out of the loft part of the garage into the part that actually had all the cars. I wasn’t a mechanical girl but even I could tell there was way more than basic car repair happening under the place Race was calling home. We walked outside and I had to admit I was surprised and pleased that the BMW was there in one piece and unscathed.
“It must be nice to have minions.”
He pulled the driver’s door open for me and flashed that dimple at me. That dimple was going to be my utter downfall, I just knew it, and so did my vagina.
“I can give or take a minion. It’s having the authority and the power to make shit happen that’s nice.”
I looked at him over the frame of the door and blinked at him. “Is that why you’re doing what you’re doing? The power?”
I wanted to ask him how he could be so comfortable in a role that had people pulling guns on him and putting him in danger. He didn’t seem like a cavalier person. There was too much working behind those forest-colored eyes and under all of that glorious hair on the top of his head.
The dimple got a little deeper and he pushed off the car, making the muscles in his shoulders ripple and my tummy dip.
“In a place like this, there aren’t very many good people running around. That means there are a lot of bad things happening under the surface and a lot of bad people doing those things. I’m not a bad guy, Brysen, but I’m not a good guy either. I’m just enough of both to keep a handle on those bad things to stop them from spilling over and infecting the few good ones left in this godforsaken place. That’s why I do what I do.”
I gulped and tried to tell myself that this didn’t make a difference, but it really did. He smirked at me and turned to walk to his flashy car.
“Besides, someone needs to get paid to do it, might as well be me. I don’t have a trust fund anymore.”
There it was. The two sides of him that made him unpredictable and hard to really get my head around. Altruistic and selfless while, in turn, being arrogant and flippant about his current circumstances.
I got in the car and waited for him to get the big, metal gate open so I could exit the compound. It was an odd place for him to be living. It was industrial, more a fortress than any kind of home, and it was right in the center of the Point, which automatically lent itself to a sort of filthy, postapocalyptic feel. For all his posturing about not being part of this place, Race oozed an essence of wealth and refinement that was just part of his genetic makeup. Living in a place that didn’t even really have furniture or anything to make it welcoming or comforting spoke to something greater going on with him. If my own living circumstances weren’t so all over the place, there was a really solid chance I would spend an inordinate amount of time trying to unearth the deeper subtext behind his choices.
Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men and The Point 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 three dogs.