Author: Jay Crownover
Series: Saints of Denver #2
Release Date: May 24, 2016
Avett Walker and Quaid Jackson’s 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 fun…with 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, he’s 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, they’ll have to figure out a way to get along and keep their hands off each other—because the chemistry between them is beyond charged.
Jay Crownover has done it again, delivering a captivating and heartfelt story of forgiveness, new beginnings, and unexpected love with Charged. Charged is Quaid and Avett’s story and it was everything I’ve come to love about Jay Crownover’s novels and then some. Going into this story I wasn’t sure how I felt about Avett (based off of my previous introductions to this character) but Jay quickly changed my mind, endearing this natural disaster of a girl to me in no time at all with her quick wit, big heart, and free spirit.
“For a long time now I had been spiraling out of control, whirling, falling deep and deeper into a pit of really awful actions and consequences, each seemingly worse and more painful than the last.”
Quaid and Avett’s lives are thrown off course when their search for redemption has these two opposite personalities colliding. The chemistry that erupts between them had me riveted to their story while their undeniable connection kept me flipping the pages. Ripe with emotion, humor, and plenty of heartache, Charged exemplifies the very best of Jay Crownover. From the vibrant imagery to the sparkling sense of humor and poignant prose, Jay Crownover’s writing is commanding and addictive – a force of nature all its own.
“Even when someone doesn’t want our story, we are still compelled to tell it.”
No one does character development quite like Jay Crownover. She has a gift for slipping even the most seemingly unredeemable characters into her readers’ hearts and rooting them deeply and irrevocably. Avett and Quaid were certainly no exception, making my heart flutter as many times as it faltered under the emotional weight of their journey. Avett and Quaid are painted with imperfections and dipped in past mistakes, giving these characters a gritty, raw quality that grabs hold of your heart and doesn’t let go.
“I guess at the end of the day it’s better to have nothing with the right person than to have everything with the wrong person, isn’t it?”
While I certainly anticipated Quaid coming to Avett’s rescue, I never imagined the way in which she would prove to be just as equally his salvation. As Jay Crownover unraveled Quaid over the course of this novel, we got to know the man beneath the polished surface and expensive suits. I fell hard and fast for the broken, vulnerable side of him that only Avett seemed able to reach. Her absolute acceptance of Quaid, flaws and all, allowed this character an incredible emotional depth that had me falling all over myself and left me utterly breathless.
“He was flawless, and to someone that was deeply and tragically flawed, it was impossible not to be fascinated by that kind of perfection.”
Avett took me by complete surprise. The bratty, ungrateful girl I had in my mind became so much more under Jay Crownover’s pen. Jay crafted this character to be feisty and fierce, living her life unapologetically in constant pursuit of forgiveness. My heart broke for Avett as her past was brought to light and I found myself not only loving this character, but really understanding her on the most basic level. She became a beacon of hope, a representation of the love we all deserve despite our past mistakes. Avett’s personal journey was beautiful and haunting – one that is sure to stick with me for a long time to come.
“Avett Walker might be as unpredictable and as untamable as the Colorado weather, but everything about her felt substantial and real in my hands.”
Jay Crownover never ceases to amaze me with the complexity of her expertly executed storylines. Each novel is a brand new reading experience brimming with emotional turmoil and full of vibrant characters. Charged was the perfect mix of sweet romance, delicious steam, sarcastic exchange, and thrilling suspense all wrapped up in one badass bow. It even had me grinning with the reappearance of several familiar faces that once again left me overwhelmed by the incredible feeling of family that Jay has so perfectly cultivated with her novels.
“Some things aren’t meant to be.”
“And some things are meant to be even if they seem like they shouldn’t be.”
Everything about this novel had me falling in love all over again with Jay Crownover’s writing. From the inimitable characters to the phenomenal writing, Charged hit its mark (and does it in style). I’m already anxious for more of the Saints of Denver series. Jay Crownover has truly outdone herself with this must read masterpiece. Quaid and Avett’s story is fresh, feisty, and full of feels – an unforgettable journey that will leave you swooning for the legal eagle and the wild child that stole his heart.
Don’t worry, Sprite, bad decisions always make for good stories…
I could hear my dad’s gruff voice, lightened with humor, in my ear as he told me those words every single time I got caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to do when I was growing up. I was always doing something I shouldn’t then and now, so I heard those words a lot from him. Unfortunately, as an adult, my bad decisions resulted in consequences far worse than a scraped knee or a broken wrist from falling out of the tree in the backyard he warned me repeatedly wasn’t sturdy enough to limb. And sadly, my dad reassuring me in his firm and gentle way, while calling me his little Sprite as he kissed my boo-boos, wasn’t going to help my current situation at all.
This boo-boo was big-time.
This boo-boo was life-changing.
This boo-boo was anything but a good story waiting to be told.
This boo-boo very well could be the end of me, the end of the rope where my patient parents had dangled precariously for years, and it very well could be the end of any kind of future I may have had. A future I was well on my way to letting a lifetime of bad decisions and even worse choices screw up. At barely twenty-two, bad decisions had sort of become my stock in trade and were as familiar to me as my own face. I was almost legendary, at this point, for putting all my trust in the absolutely wrong kind of people. If there was a wrong path to take, I was going to skip gleefully down that road and not look back until I ended up exactly in the kind of situation I found myself in at the moment. It wasn’t like this was even a new dead end; it was the same one I ran into over and over again. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get myself turned around, and the longer I was at this dead end, the darker and more wicked it became.
I knew better. I really did, even if there was a boatload of evidence contradicting that fact.
I wasn’t stupid, naïve, immature, or senseless. I might appear that way to anyone on the outside looking in, but I had my reasons for being a consummate failure and lifelong loser. All of those reasons had nothing to do with me not knowing better and everything to do with me knowing exactly what I deserved.
For a long time now I had been spiraling out of control, whirling, falling deep and deeper into a pit of really awful actions and consequences, each seemingly worse and more painful than the last. I also hadn’t made any kind of effort to try and pull myself out of it, so logically I knew the only place I was going to end up was right here, right at the lowest part of rock bottom. I never imagined the landing would be so jarring.
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Check out the rest of the Saints of Denver series:
Leveled (Saints of Denver #0.5)
Built (Saints of Denver #1)
Riveted (Saints of Denver #3)
Salvaged (Saints of Denver #4)
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.