More Than Her by Jay McLeanMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
5 I MORE than loved this stars
For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction.
If you’ve read More Than This, you’ve met Logan (and if you haven’t read it, you really should!) I absolutely adored Logan in the first book. I can't tell you how excited I was to hear he was getting his own story. Because I loved book one so much, I was a little nervous to read the second. I have been having some issues with sequels falling flat compared to the first book of the series recently... let me tell you, that is NOT the case here! This book surpassed the first book for me. Yep, it wasn’t just as good as the first book, it was better!
Logan has fallen for someone, but its not who you think... or is it? Either way, we get a back and forth, from past to present account of their relationship. I loved the flashbacks. This girl doesn’t want to give poor Logan a shot, but you can’t really blame her. He has quite the reputation.
‘I’m trying really hard not to be the person that you think I am. I’m not that person. At least not with you.’
She really tries to stay away from Logan, but he wears her down with his irresistible charm. For the first time, Logan really feels something for someone. It’s scary, but he knows she feels it too.
She wants Logan, is ready to take that leap, but then- he screws it up.
Fast forward a year later... The two of them run into each other. The attraction is still there, the chemistry is still there, the feelings are still there. But so is the past hurt, the issues and confusion over what went wrong.
Logan did fuck up, he knows it and wants to fix it. He makes it his mission to win his girl back. He’ll do whatever needs to be done. For the first time, he will have to really work at getting a girl. Not just any girl, THE GIRL. This is the girl for him, and he will convince her to give him a second chance. The spark between them is still there and undeniable, but will she be able to trust Logan, to open up and let him in?
There were some not so easy to read parts in this book. Learning about Logan’s past broke my heart. Seriously, I cried and cried over this. You will need to pull out the Kleenex. I fell in love with another character after learning all of this, Logan Matthew’s dad. Yep. I love Logan’s dad. Such a great guy. You get a decent bit of the characters you love from the first book: Jake, Kayla, Heidi, Dylan, and my personal favorites- Lucy and Cam. I just love those two! Some of the best parts of the book were Lucy parts. I love her drunk alpha male rant!
“What the fuck, Luce?”
“Why don’t you ever go all jealous-and-hot-alpha on me?”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Fuck you Cameron. I want that same fucking treatment. I’m gonna start chatting up assholes daily.”
Lucy and Cam have an incredible relationship and I really hope we get more from them in the future.
Being in Logan’s head was amazing. Freaking swoon. I was such a Jake fan in the first book, but Logan is just SO much better to me. I still love Jake, but, yeah... not near as much as Logan ;) Logan made me melt!
Emotional, real, hilarious, sexy, swoony and just perfect! I love books that make me feel, and even though I’m crying they can also make me laugh, smile, and swoon. This book does that. It did have some angst, but I don’t feel like it was overkill. And the growth- I love watching characters grow and evolve, and Logan definitely does that. This book is a must read. This series is a must read. A favorite of mine for sure!!!
Boys in books are so not better. Not compared to Logan Matthews.
***ARC kindly provided by author, Jay McLean, in exchange for an honest review***
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More Than Her (More Series book 3 by Jay McLean
Publication Date: November 18, 2013
Published By: Jay Mclean
BLURB:
For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction."
For every choice you make there are rewards,
or there are consequences.
It was my choice to walk away the first time.
And my choice to chase her the second.
But sometimes you don't get a choice,
and all you get are the consequences.”
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
Unless that someone is Logan Matthews.
Because loving him didn't give me
the strength to walk away.
It didn't give me
the courage to fight for him.
And when it was over, all it gave me was a broken heart.
About the author:
Jay McLean is an author of Mature YA / New Adult contemporary novels. She enjoys reading and writing books that make people laugh, cry and swoon for dreamy book boyfriends. When not doing ether of those things, she can be found looking after her two little boys and trying to avoid house work at all costs.
Keep a look out for Book 3 in the More Series.
Excerpt #1
He gripped my ass tighter. I let out a sound I had no idea I was capable of. I was so fucking turned on. His movements on me were making me so wet I could feel it soaking my panties. His mouth moved from my neck to my ear, "You gotta quit making those sounds, baby." He kissed the spot behind it. "I'm starting to lost it."
Then he took my mouth in his, moving into me harder, pinning me to the wall. My leg on the floor moved to wrap around him. I needed him closer to me; I needed more of him.
He started to build a rhythm again. I felt that slow burn building low in my stomach. I didn't know how the fuck he was doing it. Or what the fuck he was even doing. But I didn't want it to stop. Ever. "Oh my God, Logan." I was panting; my head threw back against the wall. He was on my neck. Sucking. Hard. He was going to leave a mark. I wanted him to.
"Matthews! What the fuck are you doing?" A deep voice yelled.
I screamed, dropped my legs, ducked, and hid behind him.
Oh. My. God.
Reality set in.
What the fuck were we doing?
"Fuck." he spat. His hand went down his pants to adjust himself before turning around.
"What the fuck do you think this is, Matthews?"
"Sorry, Coach"
Oh. My. God.
Kill me now.
"Go home!" I was too embarrassed to look past Logan to see his coaches reaction.
"Yes Sir." Logan sounded like he was about to laugh.
What the hell?
"I'll cover for you." His coach sounded different now, like he was trying to contain his own laughter. "Fuck, I wish I was in college again," he said, before I heard his footsteps walking away.
I don't know what emotion was on my face when Logan turned to me, but he laughed.
Fucking laughed.
"This shit's not funny!" I whispered loudly. " I almost let you have me. " I motioned with my finger at our surroundings. "Right here!"
He didn't respond. Just looked me up and down and licked his lips. His eyes settled on my face, as he brought his hand to cup my cheek.
And then his face was so close to mine; I could feel his breath on my lips. He rubbed his nose against mine. "Wait here," he said, his voice low, laced with desire. "We're not even close to being done. I'm going to take you home and I'm going to fucking finish what I started. And when I'm done with you, you won't even remember what happened just now. All you'll remember is how I make you feel when you're screaming my name."
Excerpt #2
He put his free hand on the small of mu back, and that's how we stayed, with is arm wrapped around me, is fingers in my hair, my head on his chest, and my heart in his hands.
Minutes went by before I felt his hand that was stroking my hair began to slow, and his breathing evened out.
He'd fallen sleep.
I lifted my head slowly, hoping not to wake him.
And I looked at him.
And I forget where I am, and how I got here. I forgot the storm outside, and all the memories associated with it. Because all I feel is him. I watched as is chest slowly rises and falls, his hair - that perfect mess, his lips slightly parted as is breath blew in and out.
My gaze lingered on his lips longer than it should, but I don't kiss him. Instead, I lay my head back down and let his rhythmic breathing lull me into my own slumber.
Excerpt #3
He kissed me once, softly. " I want to feel everywhere he's felt. I want to replace the memory of his touch with mine. I don't want a single part of your body to no know my hands, do you understand?" His voice was low, husky, filled with desire.
My eyes drifted shut at his words. A sound of agreement leaves my mouth. He started kissing my jaw. "Has he kissed you here?" he whispered, his words muffled.
I nodded.
His lips moved from my jaw and worked their way down to my neck, kissing, licking, and slightly sucking. I could fell his hard-on against my stomach. One of the his hands moved to cup the back of my head, his finger curled into my hair, softly pulling and tilting my head back to give him better access.
I moaned.
His other hand moved under my shirt, the back of his fingers skimming my stomach before I felt him grip my side, just under my breast. I wasn't wearing a bra.
He released his grip on my hair just enough that my head fell forward; he kissed me again, just once. Then I felt his thumb rub against my already straining nipple. He made a moaning sound from deep in his throat, pushing into me. "Has he touched here?"
I nodded again.
He replaced his thumb with his hand, covering my entire breast, gently squeezing.
"Oh my God," I whispered. My chest heaved with every breath. My legs squeezed together trying to find some form of relief.
His other hand moved from my head, to under my shirt and onto my bare back. Then he started to slide it lower, and lower, slowly making it's way under my panties and onto my ass.
"Fucking shit, " he spat out, grabbing a handful. "Please don't tell me he's touched you here?"
I kept quiet.
"Fuck." He knew the meaning of my silence.
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