Author: Jessica Prince
Series: Civil Corruption #2
Release Date: May 3, 2018
Declan Forrester is arrogant, selfish, and insanely sexy.
He was the very first boy I ever loved.
Then fame and fortune turned him into a man I no longer recognized.
I tried to give him everything he needed, and in return…
he broke my heart.
Now he’s back, and he wants to make things right.
What started as love turned to hate.
I told myself I’d never fall for him again, but he’s determined to prove me wrong.
He wants to win me.
He wants to own me.
He wants to defile me.
And if I’m not careful…
I just might let him.
Jessica Prince serves up a scorching, heart-wrenching, second-chance romance with Tatum and Declan’s story in Defile. Bursting with heat, raw emotion, and a colorful cast of characters, this rocker romance promises to leave you swooning and desperate for more of Civil Corruption. Tatum and Declan have an utterly electric chemistry that sparks from the pages of this novel. Coupled with their easy familiarity and obvious emotional connection, I was hooked on this duo from the very beginning. Their story thoroughly broke my heart before putting it back together, taking me on a wild rollercoaster of first love, betrayal, and repentance as they learned to forgive past hurts and let love rule.
“Because, toxic or not, we’re in each other’s fucking blood. And there’s nothing you can do about it. You can’t ignore what we are.”
Tatum was easy to connect with. She was fiery, stubborn, and yet beautifully vulnerable. She held her pain close while holding her head high and I admired the grace and resilience she embodied. Jessica Prince did a phenomenal job unraveling this carefully put together woman, fanning the fire within her in order to burn away the past and let something stronger grow. Declan was equally enthralling. Sure, he was charming with that bad boy edge that definitely intrigues, but it was the torment so evident in everything he did that kept me riveted. Admittedly, Declan was hard to love at first, but as the story progressed, Jessica Prince expertly revealed the wounded hero beneath the mistakes who deserved another shot at his happily ever after.
“I’ve carried you with me for ten fucking years, Tate.”
Overflowing with witty banter, sexy interludes, and tons of feels, Defile was an easy read. Jessica Prince’s writing absolutely sparkles and I found myself devouring this book. The storyline did leave me with a few lingering questions at the end, however, the powerful emotions, delicious tension, and heartfelt declarations between Tatum and Declan had me absolutely enchanted. The secondary characters added just the right amount of light and laughter to the story and I love the circle of women that is beginning to take shape and balance out the men of Civil Corruption. Jessica Prince has me totally invested in this series and head over heels for her roster of rock star book boyfriends. Sizzling, addictive, and perfectly heartfelt, Defile is everything I’ve come to love from this author and so much more!
What had originally started as a six-month road trip across Cali, hopping from one shithole bar to the next, had stretched into a year and a half thanks to our manager, Chris Evers.
He’d approached us after watching us in San Diego, one of our last shows before heading back to San Francisco with our tales between our legs. We were officially out of money, and because of that, out of time. My heart was broken at the thought of going back. But then Chris appeared, promising that he could get us success if we signed with him.
At first it had all seemed too good to be true. I had to admit, there was something about the dude that didn’t sit right with me. He was slimier than a used car salesman, and twice as slippery. But he’d lived up to his promise. For the past year, the five of us had been living in a crappy little studio apartment in LA, recording our first album, and playing at bigger bars where people who mattered could see us. We’d busted our asses, put in our time, and it was finally paying off. Now we were on a fucking tour with one of the fastest-growing bands in the US. As far as I was concerned, Chris Evers could be Satan himself—as long as he kept living up to his own hype, I was on board.
Looking across the shitty apartment, I spotted Tatum sitting on the worn-to-hell couch Mace and I had found in the alley behind our building. I broke from the guys and headed toward my girl, scooping her into my arms and spinning her in a circle.
“You hear that, baby? It’s finally fuckin’ happening. We’re going on tour!”
She smiled and placed a kiss on my lips, but there was an uncertainty in her eyes that made an uncomfortable knot form in my stomach. Something was off. Tatum hadn’t been herself for a long time now, and I didn’t understand why. I got the impression that Chris made her uncomfortable and that she didn’t trust him, but she’d never spoken a word against him, and the guy hadn’t done anything to warrant us dropping him. I kept telling myself that it was just the instability of our life over the past eighteen months that had been weighing on her. Now that the doors were finally starting to open for us, she could breathe a little easier.
“That’s fantastic, Deck. I’m so happy for you guys.”
I set her back on her feet but kept her close. “What’s wrong, Tate? You don’t look that excited.”
“No, I am!” she declared loudly. Her expression finally began to warm, and genuine happiness shined in her eyes. “This is it, honey. I’m freaking thrilled.”
Resting my forehead against hers, I spoke in a hushed voice. “Nothin’ but good from here on out, baby.”
“I’m so proud of you,” she replied, her tone just as quiet as mine.
“I’m gonna give you the world, Tatum Valentine. Just wait and see.”
Her smile wobbled as tears pooled in her eyes. “I don’t need the world. All I need is you.”
She might not need it, but like hell I wasn’t going to give it to her. She deserved nothing but the best. My girl deserved to eat at the best restaurants, wear the most expensive clothes, live in the biggest house I could build her. She deserved to drip with diamonds. And I was going to make all of that happen.
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Don’t miss the rest of the series:
Corrupt (Civil Corruption #1)
Consume (Civil Corruption #3)
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Ravage (Civil Corruption #4)
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Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.
Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.
In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.
Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.