Title: His Ever After (Love Square #2)
Author: Jessica Ingro
Release Date: October 29, 2013
Genre: Contemporary / Erotic Romance
Blog Tour Hosted by: The SubClub Books
All is fair in love and war.
Jacob Matthews learned that lesson the hard way when he discovered just how far some people will go to win someone’s heart.
When fate brought Samantha Monroe back into Jacob’s life, he finally started to believe that his world was going to be complete. He loves Sam with the kind of intensity that burns deep and scalds your very soul. But fate had other ideas in mind, forcing him into a life filled with cold touches, long silences and complete misery.
Brooke Dugan had to have Jacob Matthews. It didn’t matter that he was in love with someone else, she always got what she wanted. And what she wanted was Jacob. Brooke vowed that she would stop at nothing until Jacob was tied to her forever… in both life and death.
Find out what happens when lies are revealed and the bitter truth comes out. Hearts will be broken and bonds will be tested.
Everyone is worthy of love -- even Jacob, but can he find his happily ever after?
Prepare yourself for the emotional follow up to Love Square…
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Join in the craze of Jacobism *****5 Stars
As the song goes, for Jacob Matthews love has been a battlefield. He has not had it easy when it comes to claiming the woman he loves. His Ever After picks up right where Love Squared left off. Believed to have lost Sam to her husband, Aiden his love for her still consumes his soul. Taken over by grief, Jacob is a shell of the man we are introduced to in most of Love Squared.
No worries ladies we still see the strong side of this passionate man. He will fight to claim the love he does not believe he deserves but his fight must battle once again with fate. If you thought fate was cruel to Jacob in the first book, be ready to send hate mail to Fate himself. New revelations and events come to light that will take you on one helluva emotional roller coaster. You will be flipped completely upside down by some of the twists Jessica Ingro throws at you.
I do not condone violence but I think an exception can be made in regards to Brooke Dugan. If I wasn’t so captivated in all things Jacob, I would have thrown her off the coaster. I do not doubt her love for Jacob but what I do doubt is her moral compass. I know what you are thinking; all these characters could use a lesson in morals. Yes, I agree but Jacob and Sam both mature tremendously from Love Squared. However, Brooke’s witchy, psycho-obsessed girlfriend act does not change. If anything, it carries over and then some.
Just as well written as its predecessor, His Ever After has just as much angst and steaminess, yet intensified heartache. Whereas, your heart was already cracked for Jacob coming into this read, your heart will shatter once again when all the lies are revealed. Certain characters were not as present as I would have liked once s**t hit the fan. I kept holding out hope that my predictions would be met, but what I was introduced to blew my expectations out of the water. While the explosion was minimal, the destruction is done and the aftermath is pure devastation.
Choices are made, hearts are broken, characters leave and new characters enter the mix.
Jacob snaps out of the crushed, miserable state and enters into a new phase of implemented self-destruct. Refusing to believe he is capable of love, you as a reader just want to reach in and hug him. Our heroine’s compassionate nature persistently tries to help Jacob discover his worthiness of love.
But internal demons refuse to be buried and outside forces (pesky people) will make Jacob fight to hold on to his happiness.
If you are a true cheerleader, while some players on the team may flip flop out and in, your rooting should not falter. All that matters is Team Jacob Matthews gets his ever after.
Everyone has their own side of the story and you do not want to miss out on Jacob’s. If you thought your mind was f**ked in Love Squared, you better have aspirin on hand. Jessica Ingro does not take it easy on you and you love every heart string pulling, clenched fisting, tear struck moment.
P.S. Ladies as for the sexiness of all things Jacob’s sex escapades - he brings the steam, the dirty talk and the passion. I would be little riding hood for him how about you?
ARC copy received in exchange for an honest review
~ Review by Tori
“Where is everyone?” I call out as I walk from the kitchen through the living room, finding no little munchkins in there.
“Helloooooo!” Still no noise.
“You can’t hide from me! I’m going to find you!” I continue taunting them as I make my way down the hall. I can hear little giggles coming from behind Grace’s closed door.
“Shhh! I don’t want him to find us!” Grace whisper-shouts at her sister.
“I am being quiet! You’re the one laughing!” Candace tries to quietly argue back.
“No, you’re not!” Grace states loudly back to Candace this time. I bite my lip to hold back my own laughter. I pause outside the bedroom door and quietly put my hand on the doorknob.
“Ready or not! I’m going to get you!” I yell, as I bust through the door. Grace shrieks and runs to the left, while Candace attempts to scramble on the floor to the right.
I grab Candace, while dashing across the room for Grace. We all fall onto the bed laughing. Stuffed bears and Barbie dolls go flying everywhere as we roll around on the bed, their little legs and arms flailing around. The girls struggle to get away while I tickle them as best I can, considering all the squirming they’re doing.
“Stop! Stop! I’m going to pee my pants, Uncle Jacob!” Grace shouts breathlessly and pulls on my hand. And that right there is my cue to stop what I’m doing. I so do not need to take a bath in urine.
Grace runs out into the hall and slams the bathroom door behind her. Candace leans into me and wraps her arms around my waist. I kiss her hair and look over at Kara, who is sitting in a tiny chair in front of a table, set up for a tea party and littered with makeup. She has a wide smile on her face and she’s wiping the tears caused by her laughter.
“You’re so good with them,” she says, looking as though she is thoroughly impressed with my interactions with the girls.
“It’s nothing really. I mean, look how great they are. It’s easy to spend time with them.” I rub Candace’s back, while her head rests on my chest.
“It isn’t nothing. Not many men would get right in and play with them like you do.” She looks out the window muttering, “It’s actually pretty damn sexy.” The last part she said so quietly, I almost didn’t hear her. Well then… Kara thinks I’m sexy. I can feel my ego swelling from her words.
“Hmmm… well that’s good to know.” I wink at her and head over to the table to see what craziness they have going on. It’s not at all because I have the sudden urge to be closer to Kara. Definitely not.
“You want to play tea party with us, Uncle Jacob?” Candace asks and then sits down in the chair across from mine.
“Sure. I can always go for a nice cup of tea with a couple beautiful girls.”
Grace comes barreling in like her hair is on fire. “Don’t start without me!” She shouts at us.
I put my arm out to stop her from running into the table and lower her into the chair next to me.
Candace sets the white and pink cups with saucers in front of each of us while Grace prepares the “tea” in her pink pot. She pours us each a cup and we pick them up and pretend to sip our tea.
“This is the best tea I’ve ever had,” Kara says in between sips.
“I agree.” I pick up a plastic cookie and pretend to chew. “And these cookies are even better. Did you make them yourself?”
“Noooooo! Momma made those!” Grace laughs and picks up her own cookie, looking at me like I’m crazy for even asking the question.
We continue playing tea for a while before the girls turn their attention to the makeup Kara had gotten out for them earlier. I’m beginning to feel hive-ish watching them pick up the different tubes and jars. I have a feeling I know what’s going to happen if I stay in here much longer. Don’t get me wrong, there have been times where I’ve worn a feather boa or had some sort of necklace or bracelet dangling from my body. I’ve even played Barbies with my nieces. I mean – I pretended Ken was a secret spy while doing so, because if I’m going to be forced to play with dolls, they better be as cool as James Bond. But never – and I mean never – have I worn makeup and I really don’t want to start now. There are some streaks that are meant to not be broken.
“I think I’m going to head down to the man cave and see what your dad is up to,” I say while making my move towards the door.
“No!” Grace shouts and starts to push me down by my shoulder. “I want you to play dress up with us. Please!”
“Yeah. We hardly ever get to see you anymore. You can’t leave us to go watch TV with Daddy,” Candace adds in with a cute, little pout on her face.
And that’s how I find myself – hook, line and sinker – wearing eye shadow and having glitter dusted on my face. The amount of fun the girls are having is well worth it. The smiles and laughs are priceless in my opinion. As long as it doesn’t leave these four walls, my rep will still be intact.
“So, how do I look? Hot, right?” The girls just smile big and nod politely. “Maybe you guys should give me a mirror to look at and see for myself.” I reach for the mirror across the table, but Kara gets there before me.
“You have a little smudge, let me just…” Kara trails off while her thumb swipes my temple where I must have eye shadow smeared. Her hand rests on the side of my face, while she gently moves her thumb back and forth. Her eyes look over into mine and you can hear her sharp intake of breath. For several seconds we do nothing but stare at each other. Her blue eyes are like looking up into a bright, cloudless sky. I watch in fascination, as her pupils slowly dilate and fill with desire. Her pink tongue darts out and wets her lips. Without my consent, my body starts leaning towards her. She’s pulling me into her, like a moth being drawn to a flame. Just as I’m about to cover her mouth with my own, Grace and Candace start arguing, effectively breaking the moment. Kara pulls away quickly, stating rather weakly that she needs to make a call before leaving the room.
Shit. What the hell was I about to do? I can still feel the breath from her mouth on mine and her damn blue eyes are burned in my brain. This is not good whatsoever. Haven’t I learned anything from all the shit that’s happened this last year? Keep your tongue in your mouth and your dick in your pants. I just need to keep reminding myself that.
Jessica is the author of the Love Square series. She grew up in Central New York. She spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. She spends her free time reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she’s been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. Writing has always been one of her secret dreams and she can't wait to share her stories with the world. She currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.