Monday 16 May 2016

✪ Charged (Saints of Denver #2) ✪ Jay Crownover ✪ Blog tour and Giveaway ✪

From the New York Times bestselling author of the Marked Men books comes the second installment in the Saints of Denver series featuring a bad girl and a by the book attorney who could be her salvation...or her ruin.

Avett Walker and Quaid Jacksons worlds have no reason to collide. Ever. Quaid is a high powered criminal attorney as slick as he is handsome. Avett is a pink-haired troublemaker with a bad attitude and a history of picking the wrong men.

When Avett lands in a sea of hot water because of one terrible mistake, the only person who can get her out of it is the insanely sexy lawyer. The last thing on earth she wants to do is rely on the no-nonsense attorney who thinks of her as nothing more than a nuisance. He literally has her fate in his hands. Yet there is something about him that makes her want to convince him to loosen his tie and have a little funwith her.

Quaid never takes on clients like the impulsive young woman with a Technicolor dye job. She could stand to learn a hard lesson or two, but something about her guileless hazel eyes intrigues him. Still, hes determined to keep their relationship strictly business. But doing so is becoming more impossible with each day he spends with her.

As they work side-by-side, theyll have to figure out a way to get along and keep their hands off each otherbecause the chemistry between them is beyond charged.


ARC received from publisher for an honest review

I am not going to lie.  I really wasn't a fan of Quaid Jackson when we first met him in previous books.  He just came across as an arrogant douche in a suit for me.

And I know that a lot of people really hated Avett Walker as we got bits and pieces of her through the previous stories, but there was just something about her that I couldn't hate.  Dislike the things she did, hell yeah, but her - nope, couldn't do it.

I have seen Ms Crownover receive some flack over the years for her female characters.  But they are real, they are flawed, they have pasts that aren't all skipping down the road whistling away, happy as Larry.

The more we got into Avett's tale, the more I admired her.  She has always been the act first, think later kind of girl, and yes it has gotten her into some strife.  But god I loved how she never wavered from who she was at heart.

"Im always going to jump and think the risk is worth it. Thats part of who I am.

And don't get me started on Quaid.  He was so not what I expected him to be!

But I don't want to spoil things for anyone.  To find out what I mean, you really are going to have to be like Avett and



I blew out a breath and felt that bottom I had careened onto reach up to embrace me even tighter. It is what it is. Ive let both my folks down a lot over the last few years but getting caught up with a guy that would rob the bar, a guy who could threaten my dads people. I shook my head. I deserve to rot.

I was being overly dramatic but thats how I felt. I deserved to sit in jail and so much worse than that. Self-pity was good company down here at rock bottom and I wasnt ready to let go of the warmth it provided just yet.

He gave me a look I couldnt read and headed for the door. Ill call your parents for you and see if we can have something in place before tomorrow. Working on your case will be a lot easier for both of us if you arent incarcerated. Remember, you need to listen to me, Ms. Walker. Thats the first rule in all of this.

Panic hit me like a truck. What if he called my dad and my dad told him hed had enough of his

problematic daughter and her endless nonsense? What if he couldnt love me anymore? Jail I could

survive; losing my father for good, well, it would be the end of me.

Without thinking I jumped to my feet, which had the chains on both my hands and my legs

rattling loudly, and two uniformed officers hurried into the room. I was about to make maybe the worst

decision to date but I couldnt stop the words from sliding off my tongue.

Dont call my dad! Recklessness, thy name was Avett Walker.

The attorney turned around and looked at me like I had grown a second head. He didnt say anything as the officers moved to either side of me and told me to calm down.

You cant call my dad. The words sounded as panicked and as desperate as I felt on the inside.

His broad shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug like he really couldnt give a shit that he was about to ruin my lifewhich was saying a hell of a lot considering where I was.

I have to. He sounded bored and impatient with my outburst.

I narrowed my eyes at him, and that vortex of awful, which I always seemed to be smack dab in the center of, started to spin faster and faster around me.

Then youre fired. I saw the cops exchange a look and my rushed words had the blond man  turning fully back around to look at me. I dont want your help. I dont want anything from you.

Finally, there was something other than indifference in his gaze. There was surprise, maybe a hint of admiration colliding with a huge splash of humor in the pale depths.

Sorry, Ms. Walker, but you didnt hire me, so that means you dont get to fire me. That grin of his, which should be registered as a deadly weapon, flashed across his face again as he watched me, and then he was gone.

Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men, The Point, and the Saints of Denver series. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she'll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.