Promise by Dani Wyatt
Published by Indie on March 24, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Some promises are made to be broken. And others start out that way.
Promise Henderson knows all about being broken. She’s a down-on-her-luck former foster kid who needs to figure out how to get her brother into her custody before the State of Ohio ruins his life forever.
Enter Beckett Fitzgerald. A SEAL with a scarred face, a bad sense of humor and no place to call home. He has another asset though. A big one.
For ten years he’s tried to forget the girl with snow white hair and an angels eyes, but when fate throws her into his path once again, his obsession turns possessive and sparks fly.
Only, Promise has a Judas by her side vying for her heart and Beckett needs to reveal the truth before he loses her forever. Debts of the past come calling and Beckett shows her just how far he’s willing to go to protect what is his.
This is my first Dani Wyatt book and I enjoyed it. As soon as I read the blurb, I knew I wanted to read it. Broken soul? Check. Broken childhood? Check. A potential chance to come out happy? Check.
Promise Henderson comes from a very broken childhood and is doing everything she can to make a life for herself. A quiet, in the background life. As it seems, fate brings Beckett Fitzgerald into her life and he is anything but quiet. Their story is rough and turbulent but also hopeful.
My favorite part about this book is how “flawed” Beckett is. He’s rough around the edges and has a scared face that either people are instantly attracted to or can’t stop staring at. However, there’s just something about him that Promise can’t keep away from.
“The softness in his voice is startling. He is a monster in his size, and his presence feels like a Secret Service Agent on hight alert, but there are still soft edges about him like we know each other. It makes me both drawn to h I’m and ready to shoot out the door like a bolt of lightening.”
The softness in his voice extends to a softness in his heart. All he wants is to make Promise his. Unfortunately, their childhoods come back and puts a threat to their relationship.
Promise may come off weak or fragile but there is a lot of fire left in her spirit. She just needs to find it. I enjoyed experiencing this journey with her. There’s nothing like a broken soul fighting for their way back.
I will admit that this book started off very slow for me. I felt like the beginning was dragged on for what is supposed to be a very short amount of time. I realize that there were some back stories and other things that we needed to know in order to move forward but it felt like there was other unnecessary things that helped dragged it along.
Overall, I’m very happy I read this book. There are some pretty smoking scenes and Beckett’s alpha tendencies drew me in. I look forward to reading more from Dani Wyatt.
“Wider. I want to see all of you.”
The burn of his handprint on the side of my ass is turning hot, his other hand still warm and flat just above my pubic bone, owning me there until I do as I’m told.
“God damn. You are perfection,” he murmurs as if talking to himself.
Stars are dancing in my head, and I can’t form thoughts as he lowers his hand, fingers dancing on the outside of my lower lips. His intense gaze is almost more than I can stand, inspecting me like a prized possession.
“You need me to touch you.” It’s not a question, but I nod anyway.
His hands are quickly everywhere. Cupping my breasts, sliding down and holding onto my hips, over my belly, down each leg to my toes, then back up until his hands are entwined in mine over my head and his face is right above me.
“Who do you belong to?”
For a moment, I’m confused by the question. His eyes do not waver. His breath is heating my cheek as his hands pull my wrists upward, stretching me under him.
“I feel it. Tell me, Promise. Tell me you belong to me. I need to hear it.”
I completely lose myself when he lets my wrists go, his face lowers and his mouth comes down with gusto between my spread legs. I hear my own cry as his tongue goes deep inside me with such force, I cum with a spasm.
He does not relent. His hands are around my thighs, spreading me wide and utterly open for him as his tongue takes over and everything spins out of control.
In a million years, I would never have imagined being here like this. Last week, I was the girl who managed to keep everyone away. Especially someone like Beck. Someone that would want this from me.
His mouth is doing things I didn’t realize a mouth could do. He is like a ravenous dog feasting on me. I can hear his own deep, throaty sounds of pleasure, and I feel the tightness gathering again.
Just as I raise my hips, chasing down something as close to magic as is possible, Beckett pulls his face away, and I let out a pained gasp. My hands move down to find his head, and I can’t believe when I try to pull him back into me.
The spinning tension has me blind. I want what he was giving me. I need more. My body demands more.
“Get those hands back up there.” It’s a command, and with a whimper, I do what he says. “Tell me, who do you belong to?”
He takes a long, slow lick from my gushing opening to where he scrapes teeth over my swollen clit, making me yelp and make sounds that are not human. Then he raises his face to challenge me with his eyes.
“You.” That single whispered word comes out of me like a bullet.
It’s barely audible, but it shakes the entire room.
Beckett smiles at me and plunges his tongue so deep, my body curls into him. He is fucking me this way, with his mouth, and it is more glorious than what I would imagine heaven could be.
His face is solidly attached to me, and he shifts, moving his tongue up and down the slick creases and folds until I feel his fingers pressed inside and his lips center over my clit.
His fingers move slowly at first, gliding deep, curling and sending another deep spasm through me. I feel his chuckle, then he starts to move faster, his tongue and his fingers attacking me. His knuckles slamming into me when he can go no deeper.
All my muscles begin to twitch and quake, then I turn to liquid around him. I can’t stop saying his name just before my body gushes and tips me over into a place that has Beckett holding onto me to keep my violent, twisting hips connected to him.
I’m everywhere and nowhere for an amount of time that is not quantifiable. I’m inside the fire that follows me everywhere, and waves of something so incredible are breaking over me until I let out a scream and tears sting my cheeks.
“That’s a good girl. Now, you know this is mine.”