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Author: R.J. Prescott

Series: The Hurricane
On Sale: August 2, 2016

Publisher: Foreve
Formats: Trade Paperback & eBook

Price: $14.99 USD (TP) / $3.99 USD (eBook)

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Cormac "The Hurricane" O'Connell's star is on the rise. Billed as the most promising young boxer of his generation, his new career is taking him to places he never dreamed. But O'Connell only needs one thing in life: his wife. 

In her final year of college, Em cannot follow him around the world but together they make it work. Just when everything they ever wanted is on the horizon, the past resurfaces to haunt them, and O'Connell realizes that justice might not be a part of his happy ever after. He couldn't protect Em once before, but in the aftermath of the hurricane, he will make sure that never happens again.


The Hurricane, #1

The Aftermath, #2

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R.J. Prescott

USA Today bestselling author R.J. Prescott was born in Cardiff, South Wales, and studied law at the University of Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation she fell in love, and stayed. Ten years later, she convinced her crazy, wonderful firefighter husband to move back to Cardiff where they now live with their two equally crazy sons.

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It never occurred to me that mail was something to fear. Not until the day I came home and found Em sat on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees, and a ripped open white envelope on the bed behind her.

“Sunshine, what’s wrong?” I asked. She swallowed hard and sniffed a few times like she was trying to hold back tears long enough to talk to me. I reached for the envelope, thinking it would give me some clue as to why she was so clearly freaked out.

“Don’t,” Em croaked. “Please,” she added pleadingly. I knew then, as a tear rolled down her cheek, that whatever was inside had to be bad. Contained within a folded sheet of plain white paper were about a dozen or so photos. They were different sizes and all taken at different times, but Em was in every one of them. The earliest photo was of a smiling happy nine year old. Just a normal kid out riding her bike. When the next one showed the same kid, fast asleep in her bed, I felt sick to my fucking stomach. The older that Em was in the pictures, the more invasive they became and none of them looked like they were taken with her knowledge. The last photo was really grainy, like it had been through a window maybe, or within a really bad camera, but it showed in intimate detail, her frail, bruised body taking a shower.

“Mother fucker,” I yelled, wanting to fucking hit something. Anything. I grabbed the envelope looking for some clue who’d sent it, like I didn’t fucking know. Frank was still in prison, pending trial, so someone on the outside must have sent this for him. The postmark on the envelope read London, which didn’t tell me much. The knuckles on Em’s hand were white where she gripping hold of her legs so hard.

“Shit love. You okay?” I said, hating that she looked so fucking scared. She nodded unconvincingly, but didn’t answer. I gathered up the pictures and stuffed them back into the envelope, not wanting her to see them anymore, but I knew we’d need to give them to police as evidence. The idea of her being on display like that to the police and the prosecution lawyers was as bad as knowing what she’d been through. Sitting down next to her, I wrapped my arm around her tiny body and pulled her into my chest. She was stiff as a board and shaking slightly. Rubbing up and down her arms, trying to get her warm I waited for her to talk to me. That was the way of it sometimes with Sunshine. She needed to think shit over before she could get it off her chest.

“I didn’t know about any of them. He’s been taking pictures of me for years. How could I not know? How could I let that happen?” she asked me.

“You didn’t let anything happen. He’s a violent, abusive rapist who’s sick in the fucking head. He did what he did because he’s a fucking whack job. Nothing you said or did gave him permission to do this.” I could see by her face that the pictures shamed her. Fuck that. There wasn’t a single fucking thing for her to be ashamed of.

“It was bad enough dealing with what happened, but he could have hundreds of these pictures and God only knows what he does with them. As if that’s not bad enough he knows where we live. Even in prison he can get to me. I’ll never be free of him will I?”

“Sunshine, even if it means killing him, I swear he will never touch you again. This is just a sign of desperation. In a few more months he’ll be too concerned about how to pick up the soap in the shower without getting arse raped to worry about getting you back. He’s going away for a very long time and there’s fuck all he can do about it. This kind of shit just gives the barristers more ammunition against him.” I did my best to reassure her, but as I was as freaked out as she was. The fact that he could get hold of the pictures and post them from prison had me worried about what else he could do from the inside.

She wiped her eyes and leant across to give me a quick kiss.

“You’re right,” she told me. “A few more months and this will all be over.” It had to be, because I hadn’t been exaggerating. If Frank came after her again, I’d kill to keep her safe.

☆ ✮ ✯  My Review of Aftermath ☆ ✮ ✯ 

Cormac "The Hurricane" O'Connell's fighting career has really taken off and he is definitely feeling the joys and the pressures that go along with it. The rise in his fighting career, has lead to him to have to travel all over the world, and he would love nothing more than to have his wife by his side for all of it, but she had to stay behind so she could finish her college education. They both are achieving everything they have ever wanted in life, and they both want the best for each other, but spending time apart so that they can accomplish their goals is killing both of them, they know they must find a way to make it all work without either of losing sight of things. And just when they think they have a handle on things, the past comes back to haunt them, and Em's life is in danger once again... 

This is the follow-up novel to the "The Hurricane," and is told solely from O'Connell's point of view, which proved to be a refreshing change of pace for me, it was nice to see the situation told from the guys prospective. As soon as I started it I was once again pulled right back into the thick of things, and felt myself becoming addicted to their story all over all again. I got so involved in it that I ended up devouring it in less than a day, I just could not put it down, I was so captivated with these two!! Once again I was treated to a truly exceptional reading escape courtesy of Ms. Prescott's very impressive writing abilities, wonderfully crafted characters, which left completely satisfied!! I definitely look forward to more books from this author!! Highly recommend you give this book a try, not only it is sure to treat you to some very satisfying reading, but it is also certain to leave an indelible impression on your heart!!

ARC requested through NetGalley, and kindly provided by Forever (Grand Central Publishing) in exchange for honest and unbiased review. 

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