Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Release + Review - Alpha Bully - Renee Rose



SHE RUINED EVERYTHING... I WILL MAKE HER PAY.

Her mom robbed my dad of his job. Destroyed his life. 
Now I have to look at her every day. 
The girl next door. A human. A hot little nerd.
She doesn’t belong here—not in Wolf Ridge, 
not at our high school, definitely not in my life.
She doesn’t know what I am. 
Which makes it all the easier to take revenge.
I will bring her to her knees. Pierce her heart.
Make her bleed. For me. 
All for me.


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EXCERPTS
#1 
I think about Pink. What I know about her now. The scent of her tears. The taste of her skin. The way her ass feels in my hands.
She gave me her vulnerability yesterday.
Robbed me of mine.
I want to still hate her. Especially after what she witnessed in front of my house.
But I don’t.
We’re in this together now. We’ve shared each other’s nightmares.
And when I took from her, she gave.
Let me kiss those swollen lips. Let me dry fuck her against a wall.
I woke up this morning thinking I needed space. Get this human off my mind before she gets even further under my skin.
I planned on pretending she didn’t exist when I saw her today. Reasoned she probably needed the space, too.
But it didn’t last. The minute I saw her, I tumbled back to where we were last night, standing between our houses under the moon.
And now I’m already itchy for more.
I need to finish this thing I started with her.
I can’t stop until I fully own Bailey Sanchez. Until she’s given me every secret, every lie, every tear. I crave the moment I take everything from her.
Crave it like my next breath.
#2 
And then it happens again. His hands are on my ass and my nape, his lips are over mine. It’s punishment.
Reward.
Connection.
I don’t know what it is, but I want every bit of it as badly as he does. His lips tear over mine, palm squeezes my ass hard enough to leave finger-marks. His other hand controls my head, holding it for the onslaught of lips and tongue, lifting my face toward him.
My whole body trembles for him.
I have no sense of time, but it goes on for an eternity. The blink of an eye. I don’t know.
Then he suddenly pulls away, releases all of me and steps back. A moment later a teacher rounds the bend and stops, hands on her prim hips, “Aren’t you supposed to be at practice, Cole?”
Did he hear her coming? That doesn’t make sense. But he cocks his head like he’s listening to something and then he grins. “You missed your bus, Pink. Looks like you’ll have to walk.”
Asshole.
Is he taunting me? Did he do that on purpose? Make me think he likes me, make me tremble for him, just to make my life hell?
I scowl and turn on my heel, hurrying down the hallway to hide my flaming face.
“Pink.”
I don’t stop.
“I want you at my game Friday.”
I hold up my hand with my middle finger extended, still not stopping or looking back.
I hear his chuckle as I exit the building.
#3 
Bailey
Fury burns my throat, blinds me as I stumble out of journalism class.
The nerve of Cole Muchmore. He literally just stole my quiz in front of the whole class and got away with it. He’s fist-bumping his teammates⁠—the other alpha-holes, as Rayne called them.
As if making me a social pariah wasn’t enough, now he’s stealing my work?
I can’t believe I let him get away with it.
What’s wrong with me? Am I so desperate for friends I would sacrifice my education and future just to not piss anyone off? I should have ratted him out. They already hate me. I’ve been social outcast, party of one for weeks now.
And what in the hell is wrong with all the kids in this school that they think helping the football star cheat is the right thing to do?
Assholes.
I duck my head to hide the tears blurring my vision as I spin my locker combination around. It takes me five spins before I calm down enough to even see the numbers. Three more tries to get it unlocked.
The second the door swings open, it slams shut, a big hand slapping it closed and staying there.
Of course I know exactly who that hand belongs to.
“Thanks for the help, Pink.” Cole crowds against my backside, leaning in close to speak low in my ear, like this is some private, lover’s conversation and not more bullying from the biggest dick in the school.
His voice rumbles deep, reverberating right into secret places it doesn’t belong.
“Fuck you, Cole,” I snap. I don’t usually curse, especially not at school, but this situation really calls for it.
I guess I’m still a chicken, though, because I don’t turn around, not willing to come eye to eye with my tormentor. I press myself even closer to the lockers to keep him from rubbing against me, but he just moves in tighter, and now I have smells and sensations that will haunt me along with his smirking face.
He’s going for intimidation and it’s working, but my body registers it as something altogether different.
Something foreign yet primitively familiar. Biological level, monkey brain shit that makes my downstairs unconscionably wet. Because no way do I find his muscle brained posturing sexy.
It sucks that he’s Jacon Elordi level hot. Tingles race across the surface of my skin. I look down. Goosebumps. He’s giving me fucking goosebumps just standing too close. I don’t have to look to know my nipple are beading against my favorite polka dot skater dress. I fight the urge to cross my arms over my chest. He doesn’t need to know how he affects me.
He’s big. Strong. His voice is deep. His scent is cedarwood soap and masculine goodness. And his cocky bullshit does something squirmy to my core.
“Here.” His other hand appears in front of my face⁠—not the one still holding my locker closed effectively caging me in, but one on the other side of my head. He’s holding a piece of cinnamon Trident out to me.
“Really?” I snatch the gum and whirl around, too pissed now to avoid a face-to-face confrontation. “A stick of gum?” I hold it between our noses, cursing my hand for shaking. “Is this the going rate for taking someone’s quiz for them around here?”
Cole’s fiery brown gaze burns through me. I see the hatred in his eyes before he blinks and pretends he doesn’t give a shit. He shifts to lean a shoulder against my locker. “Well, you know, that’s all I can afford… seeing as how your mom stole my dad’s job and all.”
All the noise in my head quiets. My stomach drops out and I lose my breath. “What?”
“Yeah. I guess she’s a real big shot, huh? Your mom? All the way from Coors Brewery in Colorado.” He shrugs. “My dad couldn’t compete with that.”
My knees quake. Mouth opens and closes like an empty PEZ dispenser, but I can’t figure out the appropriate response.
It doesn’t matter. Cole’s already pushed off and sauntered away, the crowd parting to allow its king to pass.
#4
Cole
It’s past midnight when I wake up. My window’s open, moonlight streaming in.
That wasn’t what woke me, though.
It wasn’t the pain of the beating, either. That’s already half-healed. By tomorrow it will be nothing.
That’s the thing about wolf discipline. It’s more about dominance and humiliation than actual pain. Casey and I aren’t in real danger.
But that doesn’t mean the shit doesn’t hurt.
I rub the stubble on my chin and blink into the darkness. There’s a tug on my wolf, pulling me to the window. And I know exactly what I’m going to see when I look out.
Even so, my heart stutters.
The little human is standing outside. Standing underneath my window, looking up.
Like she’s waiting for me and she knew I’d come. Prickles run across my skin.
She’s in the same dress she wore today⁠—another short one, blue and white stripes. She lost the Converse, though. She’s barefooted on the crushed granite. Which must hurt her tender human feet.
I’m in gym shorts. I pull on a black tank top as I stare down at her.
She’s standing there like a fucking tribute. A virginal offering.
She must really feel guilty.
I shove the window open and pop the screen out. It’s not the first time I’ve climbed out this window, but I try not to make it look too easy when I scale across the patio overhang and drop to the gravel in front of her. “Hey.”
She’s crying. Silent tears that streak down her pale cheeks. I wonder if she ever stopped. If she’s been leaking those salty tears since she saw the ugliness that is my dad shit-faced. The scent of her tears does something to me. Makes me itchy and raw, with the need to smash things with my fists.
“Stop it.” I sound menacing. I’m not sorry. She silently called me out here. She’s gonna get what she gets. I advance on her like a fucking predator.
She backs up. She must sense how dangerous I am right now. How unhinged.
“Was it because of me?”
Of course it was because of her. But I’m not going to say that. That shit isn’t her fault.
Instead, I growl, “Stop crying for me.”
Her big brown eyes are wide. I wonder how well she can see me in the dark. Not nearly as well as I can see her.
“Stop it,” I command. “I’m the one who got the beatdown.”
“Cole.” It’s a broken syllable. So much emotion packed into one sound. Apology. Pleading. Desperation, even.
My control snaps. I snatch her face up to mine with a hand behind her head and devour her mouth. It tastes like all the emotion I heard.
Except more.
I savor gratitude and soft, supple generosity. Pent up anger. Grief.
Desire.
I scoop my forearm under her ass to pick her up and slam her back against the tan stucco of her house.
She opens her lips for me, lets me in. It’s not how I imagined it.
It’s better.
More raw. Sweeter, even though I’m fucking brutal with my attack. Her lips twist over mine with the same intensity, her nails claw into my bare shoulders. I shove the bulge of my cock in the cradle of her legs, even though I know it will probably scare the shit out of her.

AUTHOR BIO
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE loves a dominant, dirty-talking alpha hero! She's sold over a half million copies of steamy romance with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA Today's Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy's Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She's hit the USA Today list five times with various anthologies.

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Jenn's Review 
An interesting mix. Alpha Bully I'd an interesting mix between bully and paranormal genres. I enjoyed the story, but also felt it was a bit much at times. I would be interested to see if the author makes this into a series.

The characters in thus story were good, but the girl was a little whiney for my personal taste. I liked her character arc, but also felt at times that it was a little much. The plot was good overall though. I liked how both characters has their own arc. The heat was top notch. If you like a story with dirty heat then this book is for you.

 The story was a 4 star for me because it was just a but too busy. I thought there was too much going on for me to fully enjoy the story. With that being said, I did finish the book a d would be willing to read the next if it turned into a series.

Ratings: Plot: 4/5 Characters: 4/5 Heat: 5/5 Writing style: 4/5 Overall: 4/5
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