Feel The Rush
Kelsie Leverich
Synopsis
The New York Times bestselling author of The Valentine’s Arrangement continues her sizzling series with a new novel of a plan that goes awry—in the arms of a soldier…
Picking the wrong men is a talent Meagan Mitchell has perfected. She’s sweet, confident, beautiful—and single. With her thirtieth birthday sneaking up on her, she needs a new plan. No more Mr. Wrongs or Mr. Bads, it’s time to find Mr. Safe…Army Captain, Reed Porter, lives for the thrill—he’s an Airborne Jumpmaster with a rush addiction. He’s sexy and playful, and he quickly tempts Meagan with his rich Southern drawl and sinful looks. But slowing down and settling down are not in his agenda, making him exactly the type of man Meagan wants to avoid…
As their undeniable attraction heats up, Meagan has to decide if she’s willing to risk everything on a chance at love with a reckless charmer. Is she brave enough to bet her future—and her heart—on Mr. Thrill? Or will Reed finally learn that the feeling of a safe landing is just as addicting as the rush of the fall?
My Review
Meagan Mitchell is single, on the verge of thirty-years-old, and in a serious dating rut. All she wants is someone safe, predictable, and ready to settle down. However, all she’s found is a slew of unavailable men who will never commit. In an effort to get a fresh start, she moves to Georgia with her best friend Eva. Meagan quickly learns no matter how far you run, you can’t escape your past.
“I want to live as much as possible, baby,” he whispered softly, thinking she was still asleep. “You never know when it will be gone.”
Meet Meagan’s past: Reed Porter. A one-night-stand from eight years ago, he is anything but safe. He’s a thrill-seeking adrenaline junkie who would never consider marriage and a family of his own. Clearly, he’s everything Meagan doesn’t need, but she can’t help but be attracted to the hot sex from her past.
“He wasn’t just kissing her, he was claiming her, taking her with his mouth, which was consuming her in a way she was craving, in a way that she needed—in a way that she needed from him.”
Meagan must decide whether to follow logic and find someone ready for forever or give into the undeniable passion still lingering between Reed and her.
Kelsie Leverich has delivered another incredible read in her latest novel, Feel the Rush! I was glued to my e-reader and absolutely devoured this story from start to finish in a matter of hours.
I loved the connection between Meagan and Reed. There was something playful yet sexy that made me root for them along the way. Reed is one irresistible book boyfriend who delivers some serious eye-opening, jaw dropping lines that make it hard for Meagan (or any female reader for that matter) to resist him.
“I want to see every emotion that crosses your face when I bury myself inside you.”
“Good girl,” he whispered as his mouth moved over her ear. “And now I’m going to give you what you need and you’re going to scream my name.”
The story and characters were relatable and realistic. There were even a few unexpected moments, which had tears running down my face before I even realized I was crying. I loved every bit of this story! Feel the Rush is the perfect balance of spice, humor, and emotionally tender moments. I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a solid read that builds you up without breaking you down (too much).
About the Author
Kelsie Leverich lives in Indiana with her husband and two adorable monsters that are better known as her kids. Her life revolves around her family (to include two dogs and a cat) and most of the time, actually all of the time, it’s a crazy mess—but that’s the way she loves it! When
Kelsie’s not writing, you can usually find her on the lake with friends and family or snuggling on the couch with her kids and a good book. Kelsie is not a morning person, has a soft spot for animals, loves musicals, hates seafood, and thinks laundry is the source of all evil. You can find Kelsie on Twitter and Facebook, or visit her website at www.kelsieleverich.com
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Excerpt:
The sound of her heels echoed quickly through the quiet surrounding her as she walked down the walkway to her apartment. She felt her heart pick up the pace and fall into rhythm with the soft click of her steps.
Reed leaned away from the door as she got closer. She was nervous, her chest felt like it was constricting around her lungs, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe.
She soaked him up as she stepped in front of him. His light blue T-shirt pulled against his chest and hung just below the waist of his worn, tattered jeans. She loved the way he looked in jeans and his brown flip-flops. She smiled.
“Does that smile on your face mean you’re happy to see me?” he asked, his eyes raking over her appraisingly. He had never been ashamed to look at her. Never once.
She sighed. “I’m always happy to see you, Reed.” No matter how mad she was at him, she couldn’t help it.
His face contorted in confusion.
“You shouldn’t have come to the restaurant and you—”
“I’m not sorry, Meg,” he interrupted. “I’ll never be sorry for any moment that I get you pressed against me. Do you know how hard it was for me to leave that restaurant without dragging your ass along next to me? It took every single ounce of restraint I had not to pick you up in my arms and carry you away from him.” The muscles of his jaw started working beneath his scruffy face. “Especially with you in that damn dress.” His stare grazed her skin, physically heating the path it took, and regardless of the fire that had set flames to her skin, she shivered.
“You told me to go, so I went. But I will never walk away from you willingly.” His feet took one step toward her and her pulse picked up. His chest lingered near her beasts and she instantly craved the feeling of it pressed against her.
His fingers slipped through her hair and his palm rested on the side of her cheek. “Never again,” he said, his voice low.
She held his eyes, waiting for something to pass through them that would bring her back to solid ground, because she was sinking fast. She was anchored to him, and she was sinking. But nothing in his eyes told her anything other than the words he just spoke.
She sighed and leaned her face into his hand. She was done fighting it. She might hate herself for this down the road, hell, she might hate herself for this in the morning, but she didn’t care anymore.
His lips pulled up ever so slightly as she molded her check to his palm. Before she could even register what had happened, he had his hand wrapped around hers and was pulling her toward his apartment.
A slight thrill washed over her from the intensity of his movements. Urgent, determined. No more words were spoken between them—and the silence alone spoke volumes. What was there to be said that wasn’t being told in the way his fingers curled around her hand, the way he led her up the walkway, making sure to keep little distance between their bodies, or the way he looked at her from the side, as if her very presence was rocking him.
When Reed stepped up to his door, she leaned against his back, her hand still held firmly in his. She waited patiently behind him as he fumbled for his keys and turned the lock. He stepped inside and Meagan’s feet helplessly followed—a marionette to her puppeteer.
