When it comes to revenge, nothing is sacred, not even Christmas.DEA field agent Jarrett Brandt returned home on his Harley Davidson to visit his brother's grave, not to reconnect with his first true love.Now widowed with a son, Marissa Reinn Brandt expected nothing from the one who broke her heart - the twin brother of the man she married - but when her son offered him a place to stay for Christmas, she agreed for her son's benefit. As they rekindled the flames of love and lust that once bound them together, an enemy from his past and a trusted mentor from his present threatened to destroy everything they held dear.
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This is a decent story about a black sheep son and his redemption - both in his own eyes and those of his family. Unfortunately, the narration just didn't do justice to the story. The narrator was almost monotone in his performance, as if he was merely reading the book and not engaged with the plot. I have listened to several very good and great male narrators and Kevin Giffin barely breaks into the level of OK.
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I should be shot for ever reading such a ridiculously awful, boring, teenagerish, stupid story..
What can I say about this story? Other than it was pretty damn silly and read like it was written by a teenager. And the sex was just stupid, “He entered her tight, moist hole.” Really? HOLE? If I didn’t know better I’d swear that part was written by a man, trying to write like a woman. I lost interest when “hole” came into play. There’s no way I would have even finished this if it hadn’t been such a short story. I would definitely pass on reading anything else by this author.
It would have been better if it had just been about Jarrett and the DEA. The love story was so sickeningly corny it wasn't even funny. No one in real life would have talked to each other the way Jarrett and Marissa did, over and over again.
Yes, there was silly sex in this and the F-bomb was used 27 times.
As to the narration: Horrible! It would have been the same if there had been a robot reading the story. No emotion and the women sounded just like men. I’d have to pass on this narrator, too.