Nico met the love of his life when he was seventeen.
Immediately, he realizes that the gap in their ages is too significant to make a move on her until she’s legal in the eyes of the law. So he joins the United States Navy, killing time until he can come home to her again.
But a tragedy strikes while Georgia is alone and vulnerable, and with no other recourse, Georgia leaves, disappearing without a trace.
After months of searching, he finds her, but quickly realizes that she needs the time to herself to work out her problems on her own.
So he leaves her be, knowing that if she ever felt anything for him, she’d come back home to him.
But it takes her years to return, and in those years, Nico changes, too.
He’s seen too much. Done too much. Lost too much.
He lives his life as a SWAT officer for KPD, goes through the motions of everyday life, but only as half a man. And not even the good half. The US military saw to that.
When the two finally come back together, one question remains. Will she love him as the man he is now, or leave him because he’s not the same man he used to be?
Lani Lynn Vale has done it again and made me love another
one of her alpha men, this time it being the sexy, brooding, quiet, make your
panties drenched with a single look Nico.
If you can’t tell by my description of him he is one sexy as hell alpha
male cop, but there is so much more about him that I NEVER would have expected,
and that something not only shocked me but made me love him for who he is even
more. Nico has known from the first time
he ever laid his eyes on his little sister’s best friend, Georgia, that she was
it for him. Even though the age difference
made it so he had to wait to claim her, it didn’t matter because she was it for
him. When something so heartbreaking has
her moving away and not returning for years later, you wonder if he will still
feel the same way about Georgia, and that answer is one you will have to read
the book to get.
Georgia has a very heartbreaking past, something happens to
her that had me shedding tears because it was very hard to read and extremely
sad. Georgia never wanted to leave Nico,
but didn’t have much of a choice. She
knew when she returned she would have to face him. I loved the connection these two share. Georgia is sassy, strong, hilarious and oh
boy can she hold a mean grudge about something and while I may have had him
running after I started shooting at his ass for what he did, I will say that I
loved Nico’s reaction when a secret she was hiding comes to light. But let me tell you I wouldn’t want to be
around her if she umm goes through that again lol.
In true Lani Lynn Vale form Double Tap is filled with sexy as sin alpha males, sassy strong
females, smoking hot sex scenes that will have you catching fire, drama,
action, hilarity and most importantly, Double
Tap will have you loving this series with each word you read. I know I am always singing strong praises for
this author but please believe me she deserves them. I know when I read one of her books that I
will be laughing my ass off and smiling in the end. So please, if you haven’t given her a chance,
grab one of her books and just sit back and be prepared to laugh and fall in
love with these men.
“Hey, this is Nico. I wanted to see if you could come clean my house later this week. I’ve got a bit of a mess going on right now, and you know how I am. Let me know when you can do it. Thanks, bye,” I said to Candice’s voicemail.
I hung up and glared at my still dirty floors.
That was the third time I’d called her in three days.
“At least it wasn’t the thirty fifth like someone I know,” I snarled as I threw down my phone and went outside.
Feeling the need for an exhausting workout, I went outside and gathered up my axe and wedge, then took them to the large pile of wood I’d stacked in a heap at the corner of the house.
A tree had fallen a couple of weeks ago during a storm, and I’d cut it up with my chainsaw, leaving the large chunks to cut up for fire wood at a later date.
I’d been doing it nearly an hour when I heard wheels crunch on the gravel road that led up to my driveway.
I didn’t turn around.
I knew whom it was as soon as I heard the engine whine.
So the little coward had decided to finally show after three fucking days.
Imagine that.
I felt her stare, but I never stopped chopping the wood.
Set the wood up on the stump. Swing back. Strike hard and fast.
Thwack.
I repeated it over and over, waiting on her to say something.
It took her a long time.
Thwack.
I counted thirty five pieces before she finally spoke.
“I’m mad at you,” she said softly.
She was crying.
I hated when she cried.
I didn’t stop, however.
I just kept going, waiting for what she had to say next. The only outward sign that I was listening was the bunch of my shoulders.
“You should’ve told me about her suicide the night she did it,” she said tearfully.
I whirled on her. “Is that right? And how exactly did you expect me to do that? I fucking called you seventeen times that night, and left you at least a fuckin’ million text messages. I know how to take a fucking hint.”
Her eyes widened at the vehemence in my voice, and she took a step away.
I was on a fucking roll, though, and really let her have it.
“All you had to do was be understanding. If you can’t handle this, what makes you think you can handle it when I have to take down a goddamned kid because he pointed a gun at his big sister?” I asked irately.
I walked past her, going inside to the kitchen to grab a drink.
She followed.
I heard her stomping feet behind me as I walked up to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, twisting the cap off viciously.
“I don’t like it when you’re right. It makes me mad when I have to admit that I’m wrong. I know I was wrong, but you were wrong, too,” she snarled.
I looked at her incredulously. “You’re so full of shit. You piss me the fuck off.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, maybe if I’m so full of shit, and I piss you off so fuckin’ much, we shouldn’t be together.”
I shook my head at her and gave her a droll look.
“We fight. We yell. You throw shit and I glare at you. That’s just how we are. We don’t have the type of relationship where it’s all hearts and goddamned flowers. We have the type of relationship that’s real. We fight hard, and make up harder. And you need to get over your fucking snit, because I’m so fucking hot for you that I might not be nice when you really need it,” I growled in Georgia’s face.
She tried to push me away from where I was pinning her to the wall, but she didn’t get me far. In fact, it was only the barest of millimeters, and that was only because I didn’t want her to hurt herself when she slammed her wrists against my chest.
“I fucking love you, Georgia. Get the fuck over it,” I yelled.
I hung up and glared at my still dirty floors.
That was the third time I’d called her in three days.
“At least it wasn’t the thirty fifth like someone I know,” I snarled as I threw down my phone and went outside.
Feeling the need for an exhausting workout, I went outside and gathered up my axe and wedge, then took them to the large pile of wood I’d stacked in a heap at the corner of the house.
A tree had fallen a couple of weeks ago during a storm, and I’d cut it up with my chainsaw, leaving the large chunks to cut up for fire wood at a later date.
I’d been doing it nearly an hour when I heard wheels crunch on the gravel road that led up to my driveway.
I didn’t turn around.
I knew whom it was as soon as I heard the engine whine.
So the little coward had decided to finally show after three fucking days.
Imagine that.
I felt her stare, but I never stopped chopping the wood.
Set the wood up on the stump. Swing back. Strike hard and fast.
Thwack.
I repeated it over and over, waiting on her to say something.
It took her a long time.
Thwack.
I counted thirty five pieces before she finally spoke.
“I’m mad at you,” she said softly.
She was crying.
I hated when she cried.
I didn’t stop, however.
I just kept going, waiting for what she had to say next. The only outward sign that I was listening was the bunch of my shoulders.
“You should’ve told me about her suicide the night she did it,” she said tearfully.
I whirled on her. “Is that right? And how exactly did you expect me to do that? I fucking called you seventeen times that night, and left you at least a fuckin’ million text messages. I know how to take a fucking hint.”
Her eyes widened at the vehemence in my voice, and she took a step away.
I was on a fucking roll, though, and really let her have it.
“All you had to do was be understanding. If you can’t handle this, what makes you think you can handle it when I have to take down a goddamned kid because he pointed a gun at his big sister?” I asked irately.
I walked past her, going inside to the kitchen to grab a drink.
She followed.
I heard her stomping feet behind me as I walked up to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, twisting the cap off viciously.
“I don’t like it when you’re right. It makes me mad when I have to admit that I’m wrong. I know I was wrong, but you were wrong, too,” she snarled.
I looked at her incredulously. “You’re so full of shit. You piss me the fuck off.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, maybe if I’m so full of shit, and I piss you off so fuckin’ much, we shouldn’t be together.”
I shook my head at her and gave her a droll look.
“We fight. We yell. You throw shit and I glare at you. That’s just how we are. We don’t have the type of relationship where it’s all hearts and goddamned flowers. We have the type of relationship that’s real. We fight hard, and make up harder. And you need to get over your fucking snit, because I’m so fucking hot for you that I might not be nice when you really need it,” I growled in Georgia’s face.
She tried to push me away from where I was pinning her to the wall, but she didn’t get me far. In fact, it was only the barest of millimeters, and that was only because I didn’t want her to hurt herself when she slammed her wrists against my chest.
“I fucking love you, Georgia. Get the fuck over it,” I yelled.
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