Bad Habit by Charleigh Rose
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: November 16, 2017
This review will probably be all over the place, so I apologize, but this book. GAH! I’m a reader who has been dying to get my hands on this book, and that all stemmed from the small teasers Charleigh shared. There wasn’t a blurb, a cover, and I hadn’t read any of her previous work, but I seriously could not wait to get my hands on Bad Habit. (Note: Misbehaved has been on, and will now be jumping up my TBR list.) Anyways, then she hit us with that hot as f*ck cover and blurb, and I was done for. Done. I made sure there was some wiggle room in my schedule, because as soon as this dropped, I was jumping in. And that’s what I did.
“This kiss feels like war. A battle between right and wrong. Moral and corrupt. Honorable and deplorable.”
I jumped into Asher and Briar’s story, and there was no coming back. That freakin’ prologue has gone down as the hottest, most achingly forbidden prologue I’ve ever read. I was completely hooked on them, this feeling, their story.
“Briar loved with her whole heart. And somehow, she thought someone like me was worthy of being on the receiving end of that love.”
The emotion within these pages took me by surprise in the best possible way. My heart ached the same way Briar’s ached. She was young, goodness personified, and suffering from unrequited love. The loss of a boy who was always just out of her grasp.
“He’s perfection, even bruised and bleeding. This beautifully damaged boy is about to give me the one part of him I’ve never had. And I’m about to give him what should’ve been his.”
It’s no secret that I’m a sucker for the broken alphas in the books I read. Asher Kelley was definitely this, but there was also something special that made me feel protective of him. He was angry, came from a rough home life, looked down upon by his community. Except, there was always Briar in his corner, wanting him exactly how he was—but due to circumstance and age, he’d never act on it. I think this is what made me fall so much harder for him—that under all that hard exterior, you could still see the good that he so desperately wanted to show, but didn’t think he was.
“But, what I feel for Briar transcends logic, rules, and societal norms. She’s so deeply ingrained in me, that I’m not even me without her. My best side was her worst creation.”
I could totally continue gushing about this book, but just know, it’s everything I love about the romance genre. Bad Habit is an addicting, sizzling, emotional read with star-crossed lovers you can’t help but succumb to. It reminded me exactly why I fell in love with the new adult genre.
The quiet snick of the front door closing alerts me to her arrival. About fucking time. I flatten myself against the wall behind her door right before she opens it then gently nudges it shut with the back of her foot. She kicks off her shoes and starts to pull her dress up to take it off. Standing with her back to me in front of the moonlit window, I can make out her brand-new curves. Her tight, round ass. The dimples on the small of her back. Her dress is just past her hips when I speak.
“Have fun tonight?”
Briar yelps and drops her dress back in place before spinning around.
“I was until I had some perv spy on me for the second time in as many days.”
“Oh, I’m the pervert?” I taunt, moving closer. She wants to back away, but she doesn’t. She stands her ground, and it only spurs me on. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe it was you who watched me jack off this morning.”
I’m almost sad the lights aren’t on to see her inevitable blush. I’m standing over her tiny form, and she has to crane her neck to look up at me.
“Momentary lapse in sanity.” She shrugs. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Those words kick around in my head for a second before I practically tackle her onto her bed. She lands on her back, mouth parted in shock, with her legs spread and her dress ridden up. My hips fill the spot between her thighs, and I pin her hands to the bed.
Fuck, this was a bad idea. She smells good—sweet, like her conditioner—and she feels even better. I have to fight the urge to grind into her.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before, huh?”
“No,” she says between clenched teeth.
“Who was it?” I demand. “Was it the little golden boy from tonight?”
“None of your business.”
“Tell me, Briar,” I whisper, getting closer to her ear. “Did he make you come from a kiss like I did? Does he know what you sound like as you do? Because I can still hear you. I can still see you.”
If her sharp intake of breath didn’t let me know she was affected, the way she rocked into my jean-covered cock does. I stay stock-still, still braced above her with my hands around her wrists.
“Does he know that I was the first one to make this little body come before you even knew how to do it yourself?” I bring her wrists closer together so I can grip them both with one hand, and I trail my index finger from her sternum all the way down to her underwear.
A moan slips free, and her hips chase the friction once more.
“No,” she whispers.